Name: Litter Box w/Paul Ryan by Paul Santoro
Duration: 7 min 30 s
Description: Paul Santoro & Paul Ryan testing out my new apogee mic

More - Albert/Santoro

What I want, I write here, 
Take this thing and bring it near
What I want, is what I get
Let my needs now be met


I dont want to wait anymore
Give me want I need!
Nothing more is worth dying for
Let 'em see me bleed!


Give me what I want and I'll go away
My desire is born through fire!
Never be a price too much to pay
I require to get much higher!

Give me what I want and I'll go away
My desire is born through fire!
Never be a price too much to pay
I require to get much higher!

Give me more! Many more! 
Much more, of everything!


What I want, what I see
Bring this thing right here to me
What I see, with my own eyes
Let me watch my spirit rise


I dont want to wait anymore
Give me want I need!
Nothing more is worth dying for
Let ‘em see me bleed!



Give me what I want and I'll go away
My desire is born through fire!
Never be a price too much to pay
I require to get much higher!

Give me what I want and I'll go away
My desire is born through fire!
Never be a price too much to pay
I require to get much higher!

Give me more! Many more! 
Much more, of everything!


What I want, when I bleed
Take this pain away from me
What I want, with no regrets
Let me die but don’t forget




I dont want to wait anymore
Give me want I need!
Nothing more is worth dying for
Let ‘em see me bleed!




Give me what I want and I'll go away
My desire is born through fire!
Never be a price too much to pay
I require to get much higher!

Give me what I want and I'll go away
My desire is born through fire!
Never be a price too much to pay
I require to get much higher!

Give me more! Many more! 
Much more, of everything!


More - Black Blades

Gentle on my Mind - Glen Campbell

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they think we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beards a roughened coal pile, and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind


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Gentle on my Mind (Glen Campbell Cover)

Evolving - Albert/Santoro


When I draw my last breath and I exhale.
And my eyes blink one last time.
When my lungs collapse and my heart fails.
And they call me into the light.

Where will I go? Where will I fly?
Will I go straight to the Sun, 
or fly like the wind,
All the way back through time?
To the beginning, 
before my eyes were alive
Back to the start to give living another try.


When I get to the Sun will I see you there?
Waiting with open arms.
Will we swim through the fire, 
and glow like the light,
and bathe the alive in our warmth?

But where will I go? Where will I fly?
Will I go straight to the Sun, 
or fly like the wind,
All the way back through time?
To the beginning, 
before their eyes were alive
Back to the start to give living another try.


Where will I go? Where will I fly?
Will I go straight to the Sun, 
or fly like the wind,
All the way back through time?
To the beginning, 
before my eyes were alive
Back to the start to give living another try.

Where will I go? Where will I fly?
Back to the start to give living another try.
Where will I go? Where will I fly?
Back to the start to give life another try.

To the beginning, before my eyes were alive


Evolving - Black Blades

Sum Bud E Craze

Paul Santoro & Paul Ryan testing out my new apogee mic 

Litter Box w/Paul Ryan

Anyway - Albert

Fate can’t come between us
Fate doesn’t bring the rain
There ain’t no way it can hurt us
Anyway


Pain wants to make you suffer
Pain’s gonna make you pray 
Your safe in the arms of your lover
Anyway



Are you just like me?
Do you want to live on?
Will you ever be free,
From this life that you know?

Do you want to believe,
More than anything else?
This is only a dream.
You’ve created yourself.

Are you just like me?
Do you wonder at all?
Is there something to see?
Do you want to live on?

Anyway - John Albert

This is what happens when the band gets together...first or second time we all played it together...diregard all other versions.

Ballad for my Dark Angel

La Morte Libera  - John Albert

While waiting around to die from COVID 19, I decided to record a cover of “Waiting Around to Die” from Townes Van Zandt.

Please don’t beat me up too bad about the sound quality, it was recorded on my iPhone.

Litter Box w/Paul Ryan

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