The Secret Garden

The End Of The Day / Jackie Small's

A simple slip jig from the Hendrik Norbeck Collection. Played on a Generation D whistle. The very first tin whistle I've purchased about 30 years ago and still sounding sweet.

The Campbells Are Coming

Boudicca, or Boadicea, was a queen of the Iceni who led a revolt against Roman rule in Britain.  She became somewhat of a romanticized figure in British folklore as a result.
I'm joined on this track by violinist Rebecca Rovny.

Boudicca

Boudicca (feat. Rebecca Rovny)

It's better not to look too close when the devil's cooking stew
Something's floating in the pot looks a lot like a high heeled shoe
A horrible surprise, the potatoes have eyes and they're all looking right at you
No matter how long the stew;s been on it's impossible to chew

The devil delivers his late night snack when the clock is striking three
It's tied up tight in a burlap sack struggling to be free
"Keep your eyes on your plate, whatever you do" you hear the waiter say
The snack is vicious and might attack if you happen to look away.

The devil never bothers to cook his eggs so he serves them raw
They come to the table in a styrofoam cup and you drink them through a straw
The coffee sets your tongue on fire, it happens every day
You know it well cause you;re stuck in hell forever in the Devil's Cafe.

The Devil's Cafe

I want Lalisa to sing this song. I can hear her majestic voice on this.
This song is about helping people that are hurting. It is the most beautiful gift one can give. If we go through life without love then we are just going through the motions. Love and compassion is fuel.
If you know someone that is in pain. Reach out and just talk to them.
All my love, Tony.
                                                              LYRICS
V1: I stand in your light but i feel things aint right
I feel all your pain But i see we need to make it right

V2: Lord these angels follow me So i ask why
What do they ask of me
Chorus: Well the angels fly
              Today they fly Oh Oh
               I see them fly
I watch the angels fly

v3: Its up to me Its up to you.
      Its up to us. I see there lonely traces
      I see there lonely faces
      And we just walk on by Walk on by.
V4: You have the power deep inside
      To help someone and it just might be you.
       It has always been there inside of you
       Deep inside your heart Inside your heart  oh Inside
V5: Dont you know you can fly Dont you know you can touch the sky
       You can reach the sky  All you got to do is try Oh

Music: Tonybluestone
Lyrics: Tonybluestone
Vocals: Tonybluestone

Angels Fly

A dreamy short story song about beautiful codependent summer lovers in Technicolor.
Lyrics:
I'm a sucker for those people pleasers
You'll find this out as my character unfolds
I need something to believe in
I'm an aging misanthrope

You only love me when your high
Sitting outside
It's summertime
Glistening
By the pool of light

You really have your type
Us underachievers
You need a receiver
Transmitter
Frequency set to true believers
Your exactly right
Your absolutely right
Living life to your own code
The lies we tell ourselves to live (2X)

You only love me when your high
The lies we tell ourselves to live
All the lies that we tell ourselves to live
You've got to fight for it
You've got to live your life by it
As we make love on the kitchen floor...

The Lies We Tell Ourselves To Live

Artist: Gareth Wood
Title: We're Through (A Break-up Song)
Album: Exposure Therapy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BoIDoqlJkD8&list=PL-6SKWA0F8S_rMeOXyq4DuIOVUww0_1hp

We're Through (A Break-up Song)

From the time i was little child all i ever wanted to do was to play music. Morning , noon and night. When i get a song in my head i cant stop until i get it down somewhere and i know a lot of people just like me so i wrote this song for all of us Bards. Musical magicians, guardians of musical songs and old traditions. I hope you enjoy this one , it has taken me a long time to get it out and record it. 

We are musicians. 
We are The guardians of songs and old tradition 
We are the Bards , the musical magicians 
We are Musician. 
We are musicians. 

We are Musicians. 
We are not lawyers or Soldiers or politicians 
We are the sorcerers the musical magicians. 
We are Musicians.  

Chorus 
Music is all we want to play 
Form the dawning of the morning sun until the closing of the day 
Music is everything we are it’s our life our love our everything. 
We just want to dance and sing 
Music …. we just want to play Music. 
Music ……We just want to play music. 

We are musicians. 
We’re not Soldiers we’re not lawyers we’re not politicians. 
 We are the Bards we are the Musical Magicians 
We not Physicians, we’re just musicians. 

Music is all we want to play. 
Form the rising of the morning sun until the evening of the day. 
Music is everything we are it’s our life our love our everything. 
We just want to dance and sing. 
Music is everything we are. 
Its our life our soul our everything 
We just want to dance and sing. 


Written & Performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

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