Klein, klein, klein, klein vogeltje
Ik hoor je lied niet meer
Klein, klein, klein, klein vogeltje
Je trippelt schichtig heen en weer
Er klinkt geen lied meer door de bomen
De mensen kennen je niet meer

Ik hou m'n bek, meneer
Want nee ik ben niet gek, meneer
Ze doen je pijn, meneer
Het is beter dat ik zwijg, meneer
Maar als u wilt, meneer
Er echt zo zwaar aan tilt, meneer
Er is zo veel, meneer
Veel meer dan u weet
Veel meer
Maar ik ben bang, meneer

Klein, klein, klein, klein vogeltje
Wat is er aan de hand?
Klein, klein, klein, klein vogeltje
Tis donker in het hele land
Het is jouw lied dat we zo missen
De stilte duurt al veel te lang

Ik hou m'n bek, meneer
Want nee ik ben niet gek, meneer
Ze doen je pijn, meneer
Het is beter dat ik zwijg, meneer
Maar als u wilt, meneer
Er echt zo zwaar aan tilt, meneer
Er is zo veel, meneer
Veel meer dan u weet
Veel meer
Maar ik ben bang

Klein, klein, klein, klein vogeltje
Is alles dan voorbij?
Klein, klein, klein, klein vogeltje
Het had toch zo mooi kunnen zijn
Wij die hoog kunnen vliegen
En jij die zingen kunt zo mooi

Ik ben maar klein meneer
Al weet ik wie ze zijn meneer
Het heeft geen zin, meneer
Men trapt er steeds weer in meneer, ja
Ze zijn gemeen, meneer
Al zijn het er niet veel, meneer
Maar zo alleen, meneer
Bereik ik echt niet veel, meneer
En ik ben zo bang

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I do not own the lyrics or the  instrumental
One Last Breath - Creed - Fingerstyle Guitar Tutorial + TAB & Lyrics
link in caption

One Last Breath (Acoustic Creed Cover) [Raw Vocals]

So LA proved too much for the man? How, I wonder, did the singer - let's call her Gladys - get on in Georgia? This just in from the guy who said he was going back to find a simpler place and time ...

Old Atlanta Georgia (couldn't hold you very long)

The Chattahoochee has never looked so fine
It was flowing through my mind
That whole damn year in LA
I can breathe again as I stand here today

And yes it’s lonelier now that you’ve gone back
Along the very track
That we took to get here
But I try to focus on getting my head clear

And I still see fallen-faced strangers 
Wondering what went wrong
And they been riding all through the night
Probably singing your song
I tell them old Atlanta, Georgia couldn’t hold you very long

The big blue ocean on this here postcard
Well it’s almost your back yard
And it seems so serene
Tell me why was the city on its shore so mean?

Another numbskull and so starry-eyed
Just like a million other guys
I blew town a wiser man
And you blew out with me, saw my world and ran

And I still see fallen-faced strangers
Wondering what went wrong
And they been riding all through the night
Probably singing your song
I tell them old Atlanta, Georgia couldn’t hold you very long

I tell them old Atlanta, Georgia couldn’t hold you very long etc

Old Atlanta Georgia (couldn't hold you very long)

This is a co-write with Boo Hewerdine and is my interpretation of a very emotional radio interview with a woman who was explaining how it had felt not being able to even hold the hand of her husband as he died, during the first lockdown.

Where Will I Be Without You

Greywater

Christ Hath Made Us Free (George Gerrard Original)

4 démos du nouvel album de Stan Mathis (2024)

Un peu plus loin (démo 2024)

I still have all your letters in a box under my bed 
Even though I know better I couldn’t throw them away 
I’d like to believe you still see me like you saw me that day 
This delusions feeding my mind cause I have no other way 

Cause we spoke in letters 
But now we have nothing to say 
And all of our endeavors
Are now stuck on the page

Do you still have all my letters in a box under your bed? 
Well I’m so glad you found better I bet she’s the one who threw them 
I’d like to believe that your heart still sees right through all my shit 
Maybe then you would realize I was never through with it

Because we spoke in letters 
But now we have nothing to say 
And all of our endeavors 
Are now stuck on the page 

These words can’t escape 
Cause they’ve been replaced 
With so much rage 
That’s stuck on a page 

We spoke in letters 
But now we have nothing to say 
And all of our endeavors 
Are now stuck on the page
We spoke in letters 
But now you have nothing to say 
And all of our endeavors 
Are now stuck on the page

LETTERS OF ENDEAVORS

original - jmsb (demo remember)

en. This is my first EP, I’ve written all the songs by myself and record it in my tiny room. It’s not meant to be on platforms forever it’s just a first look of what I can do (either in studio and in live session) for you to know me better! P.E

fr. C’est mon premier EP, j’ai écris l’entièreté des chansons et les aies enregistrées tout seul dans ma petite chambre. Celui ci n’est pas destiné à être sur les plateformes pour toujours mais simplement pour donner un premier aperçu de ce que je peux faire (en studio comme en live) afin que vous me connaissiez un petit mieux! P.E

Death Of Me

maybe its good to be afraid.mp3

Je vindt hier een aantal demo's/schetsen van mijn liedjes, en één cover.

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Demo's

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