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"Mister Fisherman" - (Folk/Psych) - [Themed]

r/songaweek submissions - week 6 - 'They Don't Speak For Us' 

Hello Mister Fisherman, are the fish biting tonight? 

Goodbye Mister Fisherman, I see they e polluted your mind. 

lyrics: 

Hello, Hello Mister Fisherman 
What have you brought us today?
The Village is tired and weary 
What have you brought us today?

I am left empty handed 
I have nothing to give 
please can you find it in the 
bottom of your heart 
to give us something 
on which to live?

Hello, Hello Mister Fisherma
what have you caught on your line?
the Village no longer can stand on its feet
they've taken away all that is mine 

That which we drink is corrupted 
the ground that we live on is dead 
you are the last hope
of every living being 
that cannot go on; 
no longer can tread 

Hello, Hello Mister Fisherman
are the fish biting tonight?
our stomachs grow small as
our world becomes tainted 
and the ones we're against 
are the ones who can fight 

They've taken everything
that we hold dear 
and given only malice in return 
They won't as much as
lend us their ear 
no human emotion can they ever learn 

Goodbye, goodbye Mister Fisherman 
I see they've polluted your mind 
don't bother to come back 
to watch out demise 
chances are we've
already died 

Yet our rest is well-guided
no pain or distress to endure 
you and your fellows 
will fall in the end 
for this small village
rest is ensured

They can't speak for us 
but I can speak for them 
they'll find their judgement 
soon I swear it 
soon I swear it 
soon I swear they will
by the tip of my tongue 
by the gleam of my sword
I swear they will 
for they can't speak for us 

(solo)

Goodbye, goodbye Mister Fisherman 
I see they've polluted your mind 
don't bother to come back 
to watch out demise 
chances are we've
already died 

Yet our rest is well-guided
no pain or distress to endure 
you and your fellows 
will fall in the end 
for this small village
rest is ensured

By the tip of my tongue 
by the gleam of my sword
I swear they will 
for they can't speak for us

Mister Fisherman

Chorus:

Everyone wants to go to heaven

But no body wants to die

What's the answer to the question

Is there any reason why

You don't have to pretend anymore

No need for you to lie

I know your feeling scared right now

I can see it in your eyes



Verse 1:

Are you able to play this game much longer

He who dies with the most toys still dies

In your mind the question is what's stronger

Your will to live or to say goodbye



Chorus:

Everyone wants to go to heaven

But no body wants to die

What's the answer to the question

Is there any reason why

You don't have to pretend anymore

No need for you to lie

I know your feeling scared right now

I can see it in your eyes



Verse 2:

Does the feeling of leaving make you lonely

Are you thinking about your friends

Do you remember your one and only

Are you looking forward to seeing her again



Chorus:

Everyone wants to go to heaven

But no body wants to die

What's the answer to the question

Is there any reason why

You don't have to pretend anymore

No need for you to lie

I know your feeling scared right now

I can see it in your eyes

Everyone Wants To Go To Heaven.wav

Song A Week 2025 #10 Theme: Phrygian

I sang love songs,
they were all so wrong.
What they promised,
never came along.

I sang melodies of love and truth,
waiting for the day that I'll meet you.

But love is a game,
that I can't seem to win.

I wait and have faith
and I try and I smile
and start again.

I'm quiet and I fight
and I lie and I cry
and fail again.

If love's all we need,
then I'm incomplete.

I chased longings,
they all led me wrong.
What I yearned for,
never came along.

I made wishes full of love and truth,
waiting for the day that I'll meet you.

But love is a game,
that I can't seem to win.

I wait and have faith
and I try and I smile
and start again.

I'm quiet and I fight
and I lie and I cry
and fail again.

If love's all we need,
then I'm incomplete.

I'm still wishing for a chance
to try someday again.
It's fairly hard to cope,
but I'm naive enough to hope.

I wait and have faith
and I try and I smile
and start again.

I'm quiet and I fight
and I lie and I cry
and fail again.

If love's all we need,
then I’m incomplete.

If love's all we need,
then let us repeat.

If Love Is All We Need

all instruments played by me, singing voice by me, recorded and produced in my home studio

All of a sudden we are a Hero

Song a week 2025 #13

I used a backlog of prompts: 
Reddit - Birthday and Blue Sky
Songaweek.org: Outlast, (Takes) what it takes, Bended knee, None other, Second to none

I had an intense conversation with someone yesterday who was telling me how he was preparing for his son's future.  This is his story. 








Photo Credit: Synergee (Fair use)

On Your Eighteenth Birthday

Verse 1:

In the hush of morning’s light

Where the mountains kiss the sky

There’s a silver thread of water

Winding soft as lullabies

I walk the mossy banks alone

Where the ancient hemlocks stand

And the Beaver Kill keeps singing

Like it knows just who I am



Chorus:

Whispers of the Beaver Kill

Carving time, so calm, so still

Every stone and every bend

Tells a tale that never ends

She holds the soul of these rolling hills

In her crystal, sacred chill

Take me home, oh take me home

To the heart of Beaver Kill



Verse 2:

Fishermen with quiet hands

Cast their hopes in sacred streams

While the river paints reflections

Of forgotten mountain dreams

Trout like ghosts in swirling pools

Dart beneath the golden light

And I swear I hear the voices

Of the stars that bless the night



Chorus:

Whispers of the Beaver Kill

Carving time, so calm, so still

Every stone and every bend

Tells a tale that never ends

She holds the soul of these rolling hills

In her crystal, sacred chill

Take me home, oh take me home

To the heart of Beaver Kill



Bridge:

She’s seen the seasons rise and fall

Through fire red leaves and winter’s thrall

She cradles secrets in her flow

Only the old-timers know



Final Chorus:

Whispers of the Beaver Kill

Where the world grows hushed and still

I will rest beside her grace

In that sacred, hidden place

No matter where this life may lead

I’ll come back to drink my fill

Of peace, of time, of memory

In the arms of Beaver Kill

Whispers Of The Beaver Kill.wav

EVERYTHING AROUND YOU
(c) JunkHeap June 04 2021 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

This is a song about the nest around you 
- your mind; the people close to you;  
the neighbourhood you live in.
----

Making a nest in my head, 
thinking how best 
to build it all around me.
My half-empty heart it echoes;
Change it to full before I'm dead.
Familiar faces come to rest and say hello. 
Build a presence, build a presence,  
and stay for the show.

Lights above a corner shop flicker on.
Insects buzz, signalling.
People linger in the evening,
in the summer heat after the sun 
has beat us down. 
Hey the earth has turned away
and gives us shade,
only for a time,
only for a time.
Indifferent to you and I.
So we all rest for another day.

This is what happens everyday.
We spin around in the Milky Way.
Nice to settle in for the duration.
It's not a contest.
Build your nest.
Build your nest. 

Ornate silver cup of time,
reminds me of another day. 
So hard sometimes to stay
here in the present.
Sometimes I feel I'm going insane.

A buzzing menace intrudes
in my thinking, wait for it to go.
Dark clouds split open.
Green lights all the way down the road.
Sleep in late, 
I don't want you to go. 

Collect some straw to build my nest,
imperfection at its best, 
but it's ok, it'll do, 
we're all here together; 
stop and marvel,
on the blue marble.

Everything Around You (Remixed/Remastered May 2025)

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity’s displayed:
I’m looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I’d have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.

W.B.Yeats

Before The World Was Made

Verse 1:
Like a word half-remembered from some childhood story
Still fading, still fading from all I once knew
Like a face in the mirror that no longer knows me
I am winding, I am winding my way back to you

Verse 2:
Like a tale that was handed down, worn at the edges
Still speaking, still speaking the words they gave me to
Like a plot I was cast in, with no room for questions
I am winding, I am winding my way back to you

Chorus:
I gave away my better self to keep the peace I knew
I borrowed every part of me, afraid of the truth
Like a stream that has forgotten the course it once ran through
I am winding, I am winding my way back to you

Verse 3:
Like a note that still returns when the silence has lifted
Still playing, still playing the tune I once knew
Like a melody that finds it way into my fingers
I am winding, I am winding my way back to you


Like A Stream

I wrote this track a while ago. Finally got around to recording it. Hope you like it!

Hunter Hunter

Surreal Pop/Funk/Hip-Hop/Alt Rock Songs 

Second Incarnation of The Bright Ambassador

My name is Morgashni

I've been writing music for over a decade, mostly because I enjoy it. I hope you do too. 

[trans /MTF/ artist in discovery phase]

contact me if you'd like. 

I also enjoy creating album art

Mister Fisherman

LMNōP

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