A very nice song. I like the guitar and banjo!

This is such a great song - back for another listen

gives off a nice landscape alltogether :D great work on the banjo :)

this is the shit --- apart from S&G.. best banjo i ever heard

Love this song, as I've said many times before :-)

the harmony on "everything"  that is desert magic...

Something glorious captured here, Charlie.. Keep Bringin' it for everyone's benefit!!

Discovered on Soundcloud

High Desert

From VPRO 747 De Avonden Xmas 2003 comp: Black Twig Pickers are Ralph Berrier Jr. fiddling, Isak Howell on guitar, Mike Gangloff on banjo

Breaking Up Christmas

Whiskey on the Park Bench

People talkin
They wondering why I'm so mellow
People talking to me
Say I'm a cool kind of fellow

They say man how come nothing get to you?
Who's your Messiah brother who is your guru?
I say man ain't got nothin to do with that, all I need is eight dollars and a brown paper bag

I drink whiskey on the park bench
I drink it down till the morning light
I drink whiskey on the park bench
I drink it down till I feel alright

Now people searching
They looking for cosmic meaning
People looking around
They look for some magical feeling

I tell you, what if the answer's lying under your nose?
Cause we are made of flesh and bone
There's too much pain, that is understood
So I say do it if it feels good

I drink whiskey on the park bench
I drink it down till the morning light
I drink whiskey on the park bench
I drink it down till I feel alright

Whiskey On A Park Bench

A cover of Bob Dylan's "Boots of Spanish Leather"

David Lefkowitz - Boots of Spanish Leather (Bob Dylan Cover)

ENGINE ROOM

Down here in the engine room
There’s oily steam, sardines and gloom
Brass, glass gauges about to burst
Stinking sailors Oh it gets worse, 
It gets worse

Vibrating pipes all leaking  steam
Its hot enough to burst a spleen
Valve wheels hissing wall to wall
Ive seen them blow it killed them all


This furnace just consumes your soul
A gaping mouth of firey coal
Every shovel full into its open hole
It just cries out for more

Imre’s fireman No 1
Above the bilge water he’s top gun
He keeps fire in the belly 
Of this hungry sun 
Without even breaking sweat
Hows your shift been Imre or Gun

Well maybe numb, maybe no one
I think I should be on the run
But here I stand and shake and gape 
And looking for a fire escape

Cause I’m supposed to extinguish the sun
When all I got is a water gun

Am I supposed to extinguish the sun
When all I got is a water gun

This block of woods the gally bench
Scuze the fish heads, eggs and stench
Oh there’s my long lost monkey wrench
You like coffee from a can?

Down here in the engine room
Its all oily rags and whistled tunes
We even got our own spitoon
Putt ding Dam missed again!!

Down here in the engine room
There’s a thousand valves
A million miles of tube
The valve wheel handles are 
Lipstick red
With blotches of blood
Where I keep hitting my head

Signal up to the captains tower
The baker in the boiler 
Is running out of flower 

And if he goes down 
this ship will be running out of power
This IS an SOS

Imre whats the semifore flag for more flour?

That water rising  through the floor
May mean we wont be here no more
I always draw the shortest straw
I win a locker with Davy Jones

Those pistons ringing in my ears
Are all Ive heard for 40 years
I’m going to drown 1000 beers
If we make it back to land

Our ship was launched the Venis Devine
But were here down  under he plimsal line
Your every move is like your drinking wine
You often find the floor with your head


Down here in the engine room
Its all oily rags and whistled tunes
We even got our own spitoon
Putt ding Dam missed again!!


Down here in the engine room
Its all oily rags and whistled tunes
We even got our own spitoon
 Dam missed again!! Got it!



"ENGINE ROOM" With IMRE LODBROG as SHIPS FIREMAN and GUITAR HAND

Single by Tim Woodbridge
Released Oct 19th 2016.
Cover art photography by Huw Nicholls https://www.instagram.com/huwnicholls/
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Lyrics:

Found out who you are
I used the tides and starts
Locate you by design
You're really not that far

Stole into the room
To read the maps 
That chart the path
To your tomb

Haul you out
Dust you down
You're a friend you're a foe
Mixed you up again

Tell us what you've seen
Trapped on every shore
Magnify the scene
A tale we can't ignore

Stole into the room
To read the maps 
That chart the path
To your tomb

Haul you out
Dust you down
You're a friend you're a foe
Mixed you up again

Trace a line across this land
Navigate down to the sand
Roll it out across the ocean
Why're you crossing all those oceans

Stole into the room
To read the maps 
That chart the path
To your tomb

Haul you out
Dust you down
You're a friend you're a foe
Mixed you up again

Who You Are

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Tim Woodbridge - Who You Are

Adam Coppock - Live Drums
Michael Walker - Guitars, Bass, Harmonica, Vocals

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered on the Fostex 8 under the Big Purple Datsun Sky Rocket Flares...

Today is The Day

When I woke up today 
I had the guts to finally say
Told myself today was going to be the day

Wipe that smirk right off of your sleeve
Put on some ambition and try and believe
Deep down I knew it was up to me

There is no reason why I cant fly 
Just as high as the birds up in the sky
Making Honey out of other peoples Money 
Isn't all there is to me

I figured out its OK just to be me
I figured Out it's OK just to be me

No I don't want to live alone
Alone all by myself
There is too much to share with somebody else
So I give you my trust 
It's worth it
There is no doubt to me

When I come down alive
Through these crescent eyes of which I will carry
Knowing better now 
Direction is no longer blurry

With a smile I will look back at you
Holding back the laughter and the tears
There is no reason why I cant die now
No Failure, No Fortune , No Fears

Through the years, the smoke and the mirrors
There is no place I would rather be
It's because of you I found myself My dear

it's OK, It's All OK

Today's the Day

Happy Holidays everybody! Dan and I along with several soundcloud buddies have been working for months on a Soundcloud all-star holiday spectacular, and the wait is nearly over. We will be releasing songs on soundcloud every week, and a few weeks before Christmas we will post the whole EP for free download on Band Camp. Please send us a message if you want to be notified when it drops.

First up is an original tune from the talented troubadour Loran Otzer! Accompanied by the G&B and the very incredible Martin Kiran!

This is a Loran Otzer Original by the way so please check out more of his music!
https://soundcloud.com/loran-otzer

Une Petite Eglise Au Pied Du Mont Blanc (Loran Otzer with G&B and Martin Kirwan)

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I am just going o'er Jordan
I am just going o'er home

Played on Alhambra A4

Wayfaring Stranger - traditional arr. Steve Eckels

Written by: Bart Budwig, Asher Weinbaum (of Von Submarine)

Musicians: Bart Budwig (vocals, acoustic guitar), Joseph Hein (piano), Ethan Stevenson (bass), Cooper Trail (drums), Asher Weinbaum (vocals)

Shout out to Niko Daoussis for letting us borrow recording gear.

Swiss Miss Christmas - Bart Budwig & Asher Weinbaum

Song writer and singer : Neil Cork
Composer : István Hubai

Wishin

Children and Small Animals

Aloft
Lyrics and Music by Dave Crowe

We are the spam
in a middle class sandwich
processed and refined
till we can't recognise
that we once were a thigh
on a wild beast 

I am a dollar
that you find
inside a bare mattress
lying on a bare board floor

And I've been around
but I still bear the crown of the queen
on a coin
next to where I was printed in 1984

And I'm always between haircuts
and Im always between jobs
Just between you and me
there's a synchronicity
and that's what's keeping me aloft

We are the kids
digging little red sandpits
scoop truth from the ground
and dissolve dreams to doubt
was it mine to mine? 
Watch your head…

If we could remember  
the sun that November
that story that fell from the range;
of wild dogs and caterpillars

CHORUS

Aloft

Charlie Sutton is a singer-songwriter based out of Boise, Idaho. He was raised in the Inland Northwest and Midwest. Charlie's sound is steeped in American roots music-- although he has a distinct self-described "country-fried-folkabilly" sound of his own.

The Hiatus is over. I'm back listening to the great artists of Soundcloud! 
Someday I hope to record again to!

High Desert

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