First installment of bringing my favorite book series, Ranger's Apprentice, to life through music. I hope you enjoy!

Two Weary Companions

Even sheep can step up above the flock if that's where they think they must be. But you have to pull out the stops. 
Charlie on vocals and guitar.

Pulling Out the Stops

What's that invitation barely hidden in your eyes?
I broke down and let you know my heart.
Then the stars did uncross, didn't meant to be your boss
Oh I am a poor hand in the game.

What's That Invitation?

Hands

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

Early 90's alt-rock meets it's long lost cousin in the form of 60's surf verses. 

The Illicit Frequencies EP

We Build Dazzling Ruins

Soul Bond

Sky's the Limit

speedy bluesy thing 🤩🤩🤩

have fun!

Speed Blues

Lest You Forget

Many thanks to Kristopher Bolin for working on this collaboration Cheers Mate!!

https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant

Movin On - Kristopher Bolin & Combstead

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40 plus years in live sound reinforcement
getting by with some help from friends.