I think many of us can relate to the feelings expressed in this song. Concise and well crafted, kind of song Iris Dement might have written.

You have definitely nailed down the folk, singer/songwriter styling. Great embracing "stepping into the new" song.

Love the chord progression, Linda.  It gives a noble feel to this touching story.,. really nice work!

Thank you very much. I appreciate your kind comments.

AND (these are the things)

And Gentle Rain,
Morning Dew,
Cardamum, Cloves and Cinnamon too.
Sugar and Spice
Soft Touch skin Soft touch Kiss...

These are things 
We are made of
Yes, these are a few of our favorite things:

Winning epiphany, Orgasmic Rush
Crisp Promising Morning
Empty Highway 
A Good Strong Cup
Steaming and Beaming and Moaning and Groaning
And Kitties 
And Snails 
And Whales
And puppy dog Jails
And Bones 
And Clones
And Clowns in Towns
And Cruising Around
Sails Full And Away with Feet of Clay
And Play And Play 
And Play

Lavendar Lullaby
Goose Down
Fillet Mignon Beefsteak!
Beefsteak!
Banana Slug & lady Bug

And these are the Things Little We are Made of 
Yes, These are a few of our Favorite Things:

And Bridges
Towers, Flower Power, Mod 
Psychedelic
Frog Meat
Woo Hoo Hoo

Tailwind And Power,
The Man of the Hour
Sugar And Flour,
And Justice, 
Revenge
& Getting Even
Even Steven
Steve McQueen And Bullets And Guns
And We're #1... NO!
I'm #1. 
And Shit loads of fun.
And a Bun in the Oven And Cloves in the Stew,
Tornado, Tomato
Lolly Wally
A Seat on the Lu.

Infanticide, Genicide,
Suicide
Fratricide, Dolimide, Dolomites,
Anthracites, Atrocity
Monstrosity, Velocity Outer Space
and Inner Space too
Big Gulp Slurpee
Star Wars
Lavendar Lullaby

And These are the things little we are made of 
Yes, These are a few of our favorite things

Sweet Summer Smell of Fresh Mown Grass
Less than $3 for a gallon of Gas
Oh Young Agile Bonnie Lass
Yearning for Yesterday
And this Crisis to Pass
Pass Pass 
Free Game Pass
Free Range Chicken 
Oh Bonnie Lass

Intransigent Dilligent Artificially Intelligent 
Jacked On In

Recapitulation, Sonic Humiliation
Rejuvenation, Alienation, Indigenous Vegetation

Prostitutes with their daddies a floggin
And Lumber Jack Loggin
And Ohhh the Ice Cream Truck,
The Candy Man, Apple Pie and Uncle Sam,
The M.O.B, The Klan, Alan Greenspan,
Flash In the Pan and You're the Man!

Laser Beams And Jim Beam
And Mount Gay, Everest, K2, B2 Bomber,
Coughing And Laughing
And Flirting and Crashing And Hashing And Smashing
All Records
Obliteration of the Foe And Bambi
And Patronizing The Pacified, Calcified Clueless, Majestic Toothless,
Emissions Control,
Andy Warhol, Frank Lloyd Wright And All the Holy Sites
Of Spiritual Substitutes For Drug Imbued Prostitutes

And These Are the Things Little We Are Made Of
Yes, These Are a Few 
of Our Favorite Things

And These Are the Things Little We Are Made of
Yes
These Are a Few 
Of our Favorite
Things

AND (these are the things)

Although I Really Love You: An origonal song by:

The cakewalk was more than a recreational dance; it also gave a chance for enslaved people to ridicule those who tyrannized them.

Photo: Bert Williams and George Walker who popularized cakewalk dancing more than anyone.

Cakewalk Into Town (Taj Mahal)

My Island

Lyrics;
Summertime and the living is...
Hey! I Know that guy! ...

I saw him
Yes, I saw him
Santa Claus
chiilin'
in his big driveway
Had to be a reindeer's dream
Santa in the summer
With a four wheel sleigh

Hot August sun
All dressed in black
Santa having summer fun

A big white beard
A big ole tummy
Winter cheer
His summer disposition is sunny

He's the jolly old man
With a shiny Caddy
Right here
in Fishers Indiana
Not the place
I thought I'd see

He's even cool
In the heat of day
Resting up                                        
Before the great big giveaway

A big white beard
A big ole tummy
Winter cheer
His summer disposition is sunny

Yes it's Summer
And Santa's living life
Just like anyone
up and down this street

Summertime's
Not the time

But there he was we all saw him
Me, my kids, my wife
Kicking back in Fishers
The surprise of our life

So strange to see the man
Dressed all in black
Not the red and white
And bag of toys upon his back
In Fishers Indiana
With a big Cadillac
But yeah, I saw him!

A big white beard
A big ole tummy
Winter cheer
His summer disposition is sunny

Summer Santa

Lyrics below...
The song evolved into this naturally and I did not perform it based from any personal life experience. Thank you for giving it a try!
Written by J.J. Terrell all rights reserved.

Artwork: Margaryta Yermolayeva (Ukraninan born artist and wife of good friend)
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I SAW THAT SMILE WHEN YOU GOT OFF THAT TRAIN
WERE THOSE TEARS OF JOY? 
OR DROPS FROM THE RAIN?
COME HERE YOU LITTLE ANGEL
I'LL HOLD BACK YOUR PAIN

ITS BEEN SO LONG
SINCE I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS
AWKWARD, DIFFERENT NOW
TIME’S NEEDLE WILL DARN

IM JUST A CAST AWAY
ON THIS ISLAND IN THE SEA
YOU KNOW I WILL HEAL YOU

STARING FOR A TIME OFF INTO SPACE
GLOWING SHEEN OFF YOUR SLEEPING FACE
YOU POOR THING, YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT

HILLS THAT ARE GREENER AND TURQOISE SEAS
FLOWERS EVERY NIGHT
BABY CATCH UP ON SOME SLEEP
ILL RUB YOUR BACK WHILE YOU LAY THERE AND DREAM

ITS BEEN SO WRONG
FOR ALL THIS TIME AWAY
FROM ONE ANOTHERS TOUCH
THE WAY YOU SAY MY NAME

IM HERE FOR YOU NOW
BABY I MEAN FOR KEEPS
YOU KNOW I WILL ALWAYS HOLD YOU

YOU ARE THE ONE AND ONLY THING 
MY STARS, MY SUN, MY MOON
MY HEART HOLDS YOUR KEY
LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH AS I GET DOWN ON A KNEE

TRAVELING THROUGH THIS LIFE WITH YOU
UPS AND DOWNS, WOW WE MADE IT THROUGH!
THE KIDS ARE LONG GONE
IT LOOKS LIKE JUST ME AND YOU

WE HAVE ALWAYS PUT EACH ONE FIRST
THATS WHY AS YOU LAY DYING
OH, GOD PLEASE! IT HURTS
JUST A SECOND CHANCE!
OH GOD PLEASE

THE RAVEN FLEW

OOH OHH OHH OHH 

I HOLD NEAR
YOUR VOICE I STILL CAN HEAR
HELPING ME THROUGH TROUBLED TIMES 
SEE YOU SOON GIRL  I STAND IN LINE.

Promise

Enogoo  Trio : Piano, Base, Drums and Synthesizer

Mediterranean

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Bake-Kujira-s-Woes-951581025

Crookedness

Altrove (Another time, another place)

Funny Kind of Sad

You’ve been saying you’ve been done wrong, but you’ve got blood on your hands.
You keep singing the same, sad song, “Nobody understands.”
All I know is, it won’t be long, you’ll be changing your plans. 
I think you’re better off – long, long gone.

You’ve lost all of your dignity, beaten and falling apart.
You’re not half what you used to be, and you weren’t that much from the start.
From my perspective it’s plain to see, you’re still missing a heart.
I think you’re better off – long, long gone.

You’ve got a long way to fall, and a short time to wait.
And you’ll see that it’s all coming fast.
And I want to be there to see it all come crashing down on you.  On you.

You’ve been saying it’s not too late, you can settle the score.
But I’ll be planning to celebrate when you’re not here anymore.
I’ll admit that I just can’t wait to see them locking that door.
I think you’re better off – long, long gone.

You’ve got a long way to fall, and a short time to wait.
And you’ll see that it’s all coming fast.
And I want to be there to see it all come crashing down on you.  On you.

Vengeance is normally not what I’m focused on.
But I’ll sleep better when I know you’re truly gone.  Moved on. Long, long gone.

Long, Long Gone

I am drawn to folk, blues, soft rock, and country music new or old. I love songs that tell a story, especially the Irish, English, and Scottish ballads of long ago because their stories are often timeless, and most everyone at anytime can relate to. 

Memories of people, places. and events throughout my life influence the songs I write.



Although I Really Love You: An origonal song by:

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