Miss Rose White ~ Conscience Of Kings

ME & MYSELF
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N3NU2j2fdY

I'M HEARING A SOUND AND IT'S LOUD 
AND IT'S CALLING AND SHOUTING TO ME
I'M HEARING THE WORDS OF A SONG ALL ALONG
THEY'RE ALL RINGING YOUR NAME

MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING
I'M HEARING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
MAYBE IT'S JUST ME AND MYSELF

THE LIVING THE LAUGHING THE TALKING
THE CRYING IT COME TO ME
I'M HEARING THE WORD'S THAT YOU LEFT
NOW YOUR GONE AND IT'S CLEAR TO SEE

I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
I BELIVE IT'S JUST ME AND MYSELF
(break)
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING

SO DEEP IN THE NIGHT AND IT'S BRIGHT
AND IT'S LIKE IT'S SHINING ON ME
I'VE BEEN RIDING THE TIDE IT'S SO HIGH
LIKE A KITE I WISH YOU COULD SEE

I SEEING SOMETHING
I'M FEELING SOMETHING STRANGE OUTSIDE
IT'S ONLY SHINING ON ME AND MYSELF

ME AND I

ME MYSELF I

ME AND MYSELF

ME & MYSELF (see info for video link)

written and performed by Jim Manser
production by Russ sinfield
watch the lyric video on Jim Manser youtube.com
https://youtu.be/FP3GEvRdm54?si=-b8zYplTqAzY_TW8

I wrote this song about a year ago and was inspired to write the music after my uncle passed away who was a big part of the 1960s underground and psychedelic music scene in london ,the hippies of that time would frequent a place called the ufo club where they would drop acid and watch such acts as the early syd barrett era pink floyd and many other upcoming music stars of that time.
This song is a bit introspective as well as all things must pass like the music it was an end of an era [jim 2023]

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End Of An Era [watch the video on youtube]

Another woman died in a Doorway on our busy shopping streets over the Christmas period. She was an Irish woman from Cork in this instance. There are so many homeless people in our city streets, and I observed that almost all the sheltered Shop fronts in the city have people sleeping rough every night. The frost has set in and the nights are bitterly cold and my heart goes out to all those poor people who have to sleep rough. This song is in Memory of the woman who died in Cork , Ireland. May she rest in Peace. 

In my song  “ Cold doorway Bed “ I have created a fictious woman called" who comes from a war torn Eastern European country and who has ended up sleeping rough. Her husband and Children have been killed and she has fled for her life but ends up sleeping in a doorway on Christmas day. I am trying to draw a comparison between the overindulgence that happens over the Christmas period and the plight of Refugees and homeless people in our societies. Christmas should be a Joyous occasion for us all, the birthday of our Savior compared to the death of a homeless person. I want to bring home this Tragedy in full living Colour for us all to see the reality of homelessness for thousands of people in every country across our planet. 

Johnny Mc Farlane 


Cold Doorway Bed .

She sleeps in a doorway, No crib for her Bed.
No bright light of Silver shone around her head.
She lies in the Cold, the rain, and the Snow. 
All alone in this world she has nowhere to go.

As the bells ring for Christmas, she makes up her bed.
Wet cardboard beneath her, a coat for her head.
As the Cold winter wind cuts her to the bone.
She cries in the nighttime and feels so alone.

As She Cries in the Night,
she prays for a light. 
That will save her and take her back home.
But that light didn’t come.
and she sleeps in the doorway alone.

As she lay in the doorway she drifted away.
She dreamt of her life in a happier day. 
Back When she was a mother.
Back when she was a wife.
Back when she had a family.
 back when she had a life.

But this war rages on and it’s taken them all.
Her Husband, her Children.
But she can still hear them Call.
Still sees their faces when she closes her eyes.
She can still feel their kisses and she still hear their cries.

As She Cries in the Night, she prays for a light.
That will save her and take her back home.
But that light never comes, and she sleeps in the doorway alone.

As she lies in the Doorway 
Her Eyes fill with Tears.
She recalls her Loved ones.
It been so many sad years.
Since she’s held them and kissed them.
Since they all went away. 
As she closed her eyes.
She starts to Pray.

As She Prays in the Night, she prays for a light.
That will save her and take her back home.
But that light never comes, and she sleeps in the doorway alone.





She never woke up, They found her Body next day.
Rigid and cold she blocked the Shop Doorway.
A crowd gathered round to look and to stare. 
The shop wasn’t open that was their only care 
And as the church bells did rang and the Caroler's did sing.
For that poor homeless woman not 1 bell did ring.
Not 1 prayer was said , Not 1 tear was shed.
She died all alone in a cold Doorway Bed.

Cold Doorway Bed  : Semi Finalist in the UK Songwriters competition 2024

Watch the music video:  https://vimeo.com/949369795

Quantum theory brilliantly explains the physical universe. But the certainty of every quantum state is dependent on an "observer" and physicists are wrestling with what that means: Consciousness is the foundation and source of everything. 

And quantum theory cannot explain consciousness any more than it can explain love, the perception of color or sound, or the taste of chocolate. Because consciousness (or spirit) creates the physical universe, not the other way around.

Lyrics:

Super Colliders

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
I could barely pass mathematics
But I knew that I was on fire
And I knew you were to me
More than just matter energy
And I'm going to have to find the answer

But when I sought the implicate order
The wave collapsed into water
And I know you don't want to hear it:
Underneath it all we are spirit
A voice is whispering in the ear of Mr. Verlinde:
Four universes remain chaotic

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
Done my share of mental gymnastics
But my heart keeps taking me higher
The gravity of it all is emerging as we fall
The irony is not lost on me

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders

ISRC:
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Super Colliders

Leaves are falling off the trees 
It’s like they’ve got some bad disease
I can feel the winter doldrums setting in
Like I’ve been popped with a pin
Go out in the yard and grab a rake
Don’t know how much more I can take
I’m wishing we were someplace sunny with palm trees and a beach
Where winter can’t reach
It’s been a crazy trip and somehow, we ended up here
Looks like we’re goanna have winter 
For at least another year
Watching the leaves turn from green to brown, 
They’re falling down
Onto the ground
Those summer days were great
but they went by too fast
We had a blast 
But now they’re past
Some people say they like the like the change of seasons 
But I can think of a lot of reasons
Why I’d rather live in a place that doesn’t get cold
Cause it quickly gets old
On those cold winter mornings
 I’ll have to scrape ice
Off my windshield it’s not goanna be nice
As my fingers grow numb
And frostbite nibbles on my nose  and my toes.
I have PTSD from last winter 
When I walked out of that bar
and I had to spend ten minutes shivering 
while the heater warmed up my car
Driving around with white knuckles 
As you watch for black ice
Every time you tap on the brakes
It Feels like you’re rolling the dice
Watching the leaves turn from green to brown, 
They’re falling down, onto the ground
Those summer days were great
but they went by too fast
We had a blast 
But now they’re past
Autumn’s kind of nice but winter’s coming fast
And we’re goanna get blown away by an icy winter blast
We’ll hunker down inside like two bears in hibernation
And when we go outside, we’ll wish we were on a warm vacation.

Autumn Blues

See the music video (made in VR):  https://youtu.be/Nnxe3I16FMM

We Are Not Robots

I don't know what she just did to me
I thought she was above such childish things
She said to me my truth will never change
But please don't expect me to act my age

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

She said people don't know me, they just see
My mistakes and eccentricity
When you get to know me you will see
I'm trying to escape reality

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah
Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

ISRC:
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We Are Not Robots

summer sunlight on the ground
i still see you fallen down

it happens every day (to the chosen) baby
the wounded find a way hey

every heartache, every fear
just a mistake brought us here

you have the secret knack (deep inside you) darling
the one that brings us back jack

into the weeds we’re going
spinning ‘round
but we’ll be back i know it
watch us now

hey honey don’t you know (don’t you know it) by now
you’ll never be alone, no

we’re grateful for today (we accept it) cherie
there is no other way hey

It Happens Every Day

A song that we wrote and recorded around three years ago. It was always a favourite of Nooblys so he has remixed it and gave it  a new lease of life .
The lyrics are based around a friend who got stuck out in Japan in lockdown. He was out there visiting his young son and couldn’t get back to England due to all flights being grounded.
This was a regular journey he had to make to stay in his sons life. 
His ex partner of many years decided to return home to her native country and took their son with her after the split. 

Stop Digging Me Out 

V1
I’ve travelled over 5000 miles
Just to see one of your gorgeous smiles
This is the hardest thing I ever can do
Spend all my time away from you

Bridge
I will ask you once
ask you twice
ask you till the
morning light 

Chorus 
Please……
So stop digging me out
You know why I’m here
Stop digging me out
I’m trying to be sincere 
Stop digging me out
This is harder than before 
Stop digging me out

V2
I have deep routed emotional rscars
These are there visible from  the highest stars
Our young child plays now alone
Cause you took him 5000 miles from home

Bridge 
Chorus 

Middle8 
The time as come for me to leave 
Another sinking feeling time to grieve 
Another carbon footprint left in the sky
Me holding back tears  from my eyes

Lead break 

Bridge 
(Till I catch my flight )

Chorus to finish…..  
I’m hurting through to my core

Stop Digging Me Out ~ Conscience Of Kings

When a complete stranger reaches out to another complete stranger in their hour of need.
She spends the time to find out what’s wrong and how it can be fixed.
Sits for hours just talking with tea, toast and sympathy. And most of all she listens in a world that talks at you. 
It’s a cry for help that’s answered  so he will always be grateful for Miss Rose White.

V1 
I could see her white dress silhouette heading for the railway  bridge 
Across the park as I’m balanced on this single ridge 
She said what are you doing hanging around up there 
I’m waiting for the last train cause I lost the will to care 
Well you will have a job cause the last one left the city at 11 o’clock 
It’s now two in the morning climb  down and tell me all your story 

Chorus 
On this night Miss Rose White she saved my life x2
Im not sure I would jump 
I was just a little drunk 
Hoping to be saved
And then you came 
On this night Miss  Rose White saved my life x2

V2
She asked my name I asked her the same she said Miss Rose White 
Such a pure beautiful soul 
On such a beautiful night 
My place  is just across the way 
You can have some tea and sympathy 
Everyone’s got a story to tell
So we sat for hours 
til  we bid our  farewell 
yesterdays battles have all been won
and try &  understand its all done
And let it go what’s in your head
It makes sense every single word she said



Chorus 
On this night Miss Rose White saved my life x2
I’m sure I would jump 
I was just a little drunk 
Hoping to be saved
And then you came 
On this night a white rose saved my life…….. x2

I thank you Miss Rose White

The acoustic idea I presented to Mike to evolve was based on the idea of creating a Beatles meets The Doors vibe.
Magic Mike worked his wonderful skill ranges including his great harmonies and invited Axel on board to give it the Doorsey Hammond/Wurlitzer sound.
A massive thanks for their incredible contributions and for being just really good people. 
The second one from me & Mike on This Sound Society project.
Hopefully more planned for the future but I think Mike is far to popular as everyone wants a piece of him. The word prolific can’t even keep up with him !
His turn out of songs is truly remarkable so if you haven’t already listened to his music go and check him out under Mike Fox along with Axel Menningen. 
I hope you like it may be a bit of a grower for some but it’s just a fun quirky pop tune.

Polly-Anna Swift (Brownie, Fox & Menningen)

Chorus 
oh Miss Polly~Anna  Swift
I know I should’ve of kissed 
Your red glossy lips 
Oh Miss Polly ~ Anna Swift
They looked so inviting 
like a  perfect gift
Oh Miss  Polly-Anna Swift
I thought you were forever the optimist 

V1
Your world is fluffy pink and perfectly round 
My world is spiky a little ugly & loud 
And When two worlds collide 
We need to compromise 
Put  our differences aside 
That’s  better now you smiled

Chorus 

V2 
So what’s my chances as i can be optimist
Did I blow it for you so I could taste your lips 
I’m hoping your thinking some good comes out of this
Even if it’s unlikely to be Mrs instead of Miss 

Finish on Chorus

Polly-Anna Swift -This Sound Society

When I was in infant school my class was a ragbag bunch of scruffy working class urchins, self included.  National health glasses held together with band aids, hand-me-down clothes, bruises, jam sandwiches.  There was a kid in that class who was very quiet, often absent.  Good at reading.  Good at running.  Kept himself to himself.  Sat at the back, never made eye contact.  Never put his hand up.

Turns out he was very deaf and spending a lot of time in hospital with operations of various sorts.

When he was seven he was given a hearing aid - huge thing the size of a transistor radio that sat in his shirt pocket.  The story I heard was that when he first went home with it his mam took him for a walk down a country lane to try it out.  He was very upset that it was obviously broken - all sorts of odd scratching and buzzing noises.

They eventually realised that he was hearing insects for the first time.  

Imagine that.

Often wonder what became of him.
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Huge thanks to my two friends here: Paco for inspiring and driving this project with his wonderful music, and Oddrun for lifting my simple lyrical efforts to another level entirely.
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A Good Boy

A symphony of crushing silence 
Played his timpani of weathered clay
Under lowered eyes that cried defiance
He’d softly make his quiet way
A guiding star that burned with life, but ever failed to shine
Kept his distance, from afar, no avatar to hide behind
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their condescending, pitied way.

Inputs built of aural mud are clinically desensitised
Muffled whispers trundle under cobbled skies of grizzled grey
Dreams and aspirations that never could be realised
He’d tightly close his eyes and lightly kneel to pray
Social cripple loner ‘neath a joker’s plastic smiles
Silent rippled mannequin, cartoon audio spastic child
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their well meaning, hurtful way.

Flip the switch and hear the light
Bear witness to the revelation
A trip to day-sound from his silent night
Demolishing all his expectations
Sweet blushing kiss of angels’ eyes
One of them has turned the volume dial
To flush his muted domicile
And hear the crickets singing on the chamomile

So cast the light fine, on the deafened child’s mind
And let the sound shine as the clearest of days
A new world’s flight is leaving dark behind
Clarity rebound leads the way
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy…..

So swing the arc’s beam, bless the lonesome soul
Illumination wakes the inner self
Warmth of seemliness melts the cold
Communication taken off the shelf
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy …. He’s a good boy now.

A Good Boy:  MidiSound, Oddrun Eikli, 1234567890

Leon Carter on drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on guitars and I’m on the bass and singing and playing the keyboard.

Artwork by old friend and true Sussex sage Rob Winterson (Wintz).
https://www.instagram.com/wintz_art/ 
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Lyrics;

Blackcap* at the top of chalky bostal
Burial mounds shrouded in the fog
Our spirit will embrace the loss

Thank you for giving me your roots
For to sit upon and drip upon, I’m ripping off my boots
On your trunk I slump
In the evening sun

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Thank you for giving me a family
Welcome me, made me feel at home
You fill me with the hope
That I can give you what you give me

Thank you for the time and for the space
For the panoramic enigmatic place to contemplate
In the fading light
Silently wide eyed

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Don’t ever take it for granted
Don’t ever trade it for gold
Don’t ever take it for granted
This is your world

There’s a bliss in the mist
as it rises from the trees
There’s a hustle and a bustle
from industrious bees

There’s a reassuring robin
bobbing in the hawthorn
as the easy going Common Blue
passes through the morning

Hear the wistful thistle
in the middle of the field
Hear it’s whistle in the mizzle
as it drifts across the Weald

See the iridescent luminescent 
vibe-adelic hue
of the twilight effusing blends
of oranges and blues

There’s a forest dwelling moth
gives a reassuring nod
camouflaging with the bark
wings all dusty and soft

There’s a heavenly serenity 
waiting at the creek
and a joyful serendipity 
in the heron’s beak…

*https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/sussex/blackcap

Don’t Ever Take It For Granted

one of mine from the past , sadly still apt today 
Guitar/Vox Walker
Bass Ivan Berisford 
Drums Ray Massy 
recorded by Jake Evans at Big Red studios Macclesfield .  
mix and guidance Jake Evans , smashin' lad :-)
LYRICS ..
check it out ....
kick it out ... 
can you handle the kill ?
is it making you pine ?
are we justified matter ?
are we falling behind ?
can you handle the difference ?
us and them soil 
two towers will topple 
for only one wall ..
..we are data 
we are lying 
we are danger 
er .. er .. er .. can you handle the kill ?
let's keep on pushing 
blindly ahead 
don't let it roll backwards 
keep it outa the red .. 
can you handle the difference ?
us and them soil 
two towers will topple (again and again)
for only one wall .

by RJ. Walker 2016

THE KILL (1) WEAR EAR GOGGLES :-)

I made this song from a poem my father wrote.

Estantes e livros, livros e estantes.
Alguns mal lidos. Muitos por ler.
Nunca bastantes para entender.

Livros comprados, livros vendidos,
livros trocados, livros roubados, livros perdidos,
nunca bastantes, milhões que fossem, para compreender.
Livros cansaço, livros poeira,
livros engano da vida inteira,
livros muleta, livros falso braço...
Quantos eu dera! 
Quantos eu dera por um vero traço
dessa verdade tão traiçoeira
que, por entre os meus dedos, sempre se esgueira...

Estantes e Livros

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 11/2024.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Une petite chanson française 
A little french song

Oh Soleil

Lyrics

Oh soleil,
ne me quittes pas,
gardes moi avec toi,
après l'été,
le cœur envouté,

Oh soleil,
un œil sur la mer,
sans vent contraire,
sous un bleu lunaire,

tu rougit à la nuit,
posé sur une mer d'huile,
tes aurores boréales,
comme des messages subliminales,

Oh soleil,
tu demeures éternel,
perché là haut dans le ciel,
tu es la vie, tu es le miel,


Oh soleil,
pour nous les êtres éphémères,
tu es la lumière,
sur cette terre,

Oh soleil,
tu es mon réveil,
Oh soleil,
mon sommeil,


Oh soleil,
mon éternel, 
mon arc en ciel,
mon univers, 



Oh Soleil

Blandat Mats Original

I can feel. ( 1994 ) Eddy Mango - Margareta Theorin ( Eddy )

A song that was recorded October 2023 that was just sitting in the list of unreleased songs.
I listened and thought this would work as a duet. Noobly agreed so I put it out there to an ex 90s chart star, Soundclouders and artist I know of  but with no success as the vocalists were either to busy with there own projects or some didn’t even reply with a nice no. 
I always ask Nat usually but thought for a change it might be good to work with a different vocalist as I feel I have asked a lot of her recently and didn’t wanna take the piss and for her to feel  obliged.
How wrong was I  because I spoke to Nat and she loved the track .
Her vocals on this are incredible. I’m not exaggerating when I say I was blown away by her delivery.
There is another track on our clouds called Divine Intervention with Nat  in the same style which created a little noise outside of Soundcloud among publishers a few years ago but never really got the credit it deserves. Check it out if you like a duet ballad.
We have asked Nat to do another with us so I want to thank her for the time, commitment, enthusiasm and most of all her amazing vocal range. She is a lovely person with a passion for her talent.
She is such a professional and throws herself into the moment of the song making it special. 
So as before she will always be my first choice again. 

This is a simple young love story under the stars in a tiny festival tent.

Stitch Your Name 

V1
She said words can be beautiful but love is action 
So stop talking now and show me that attraction 
So I poured another glass of wine
I said tonight is the night then we combine
My God your so cheesy but being with you just makes easy 

Chorus 
If it’s on let’s think it 
If it’s on let’s want  it 
If it’s on let’s do it 
The tapestry of natures, embroidery
Stitch your name into my heart
The first letter is always athe start 


V2 
I take that as compliment not treat  it with contempt 
Underneath the stars in a field in  this tiny festival tent 
Listening to the echoes of the weekends  event 
Will stay with us forever and be  always meant 
And I don’t think I’ve ever this felt so content 

Chorus to finish

Stitch Your Name ~ Conscience Of Kings With Nat Daniels

Cast of Characters:
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, vocals, lyrics, and seed idea 
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric guitar, mastering, and seed idea
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – organ, all instruments in the break (clavinet, bass, electronic drums), as well as production, editing, and mix
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass 
The Eclectic Collective -- composition

This song began its life when Ken came to us with a series of drum skeletons about half a year ago with the intent of starting several McDonald's themed songs that The Mysterious Decibel was writing for the group. Well MD had some life getting in the way and then decided to pursue another project full time, leaving us with four solid songs, but without vocals. Ken ended up supplying the solid lead vocals and harmonies you hear the whole way through, with original lyrics that he also wrote.
  But before any of that happened, we got this song together. Stephen was first up, coming up with the main guitar riffs that carry the whole way through. Josh responded quickly to the his guitar parts with some matching bass to go along with it. 
  About this time, Mark heard a funky break in there, and so installed every part of it all on his own, including the clavinet, organ, bass, and drums. Although, Ken is also still playing in the break, as well. When we had it pretty well set, Tez came along and added some fiery guitar to go along with Stephen's. 
  Once we had it in the can, we turned it over to Mark for his expert mix. Stephen mastered it for us, too, for the final, winning touch.
  This ended up being a satisfying product of The Eclectic Collective's teamwork. We hope you enjoyed listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original Lyrics by K2 and The Three:

I built my library, by burning it to  the ground
I live my life, through all this singing sound
Can’t remember, what then we should’ve done
It’s up to you, now, you’re the chosen one

Scaling the riverbank
Scaling the riverbank
Scaling the riverbanks
Scaling the riverbanks

Till we reach solid ground
Pit for play dirt(pay dirt)
Muddy water all around
Sift the sandbox
There’s gold in them thar hills
Treasures lying
Skills to pay the bills

Hanging on and on
…. and I, can’t find my way up!

New to you, It’s goo to you
New to you, It’s goo to you
New to you!

Scaling the River Banks
Scale the riverbanks
Scaling the riverbanks till we reach solid ground
Scaling the riverbanks till we reach solid ground

Hanging  on and on
And I can’t find my way up!

Scale the River Banks
Scaling the riverbanks!

Scale the riverbanks!

Miss Rose White ~ Conscience Of Kings

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