Breathe Again

gone for good

I guess a songwriter should be able to cross genres. Really interesting to see what became of a guitar line and a few words.


Red Sky - by Undrdog featuring Mike O'Leary. By Mike O'Leary & Alexis Davis

Cajun inspired original tune by my acoustic trio The Flying Vee's horribly recorded on a phone that really does sound like those old Louisiana two step players on scratchy 1930's vinyl. Result!

Cool for Rats! by The Flying Vee's

Pretty flamingo. Thought I'd have a play of this.

Pretty Flamingo (C)

Song: When It's Sleepy Time Down South

Artist: Hans Stamer

Blue Streak Records/brouhaha records group

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Hans Stamer - When It's Sleepy Time Down South

after seeing Muslim devotees walking continuously around their shrine, extremist; but never the less, true believers shooting and killing in his name, others putting their destiny in the hands of Jesus, Hindus worshipping elephant gods, I realised that some, or maybe a lot, of people are easily led! So who has chosen the right God and what if you discover you spent your life following the wrong religion and by doing so, are a sinner in the eyes or another religion? 
I also realized that it's all a load of nonsense! 🤪Or is it?! 😅😅

Lately

Recorded live and acoustic for a Radio Session March 2013

Available to download for FREE from www.jamesnighthawk.com

<b>Let me Know</b>

Late night under moonlight there’s a note upon the door
It tells me that your leaving, but for what I am not sure
You say you seek the wonderment in all that we forgo 
And when you’re heading home you’ll let me know

You Travel through the darkness on a cold and icy morn
The lights conducting silhouettes of mockery and scorn
But heady hearts and gung-ho wills will push on through the snow
And when you safe, wherever, let me know

You pull into a silent town, awaking to the day
A lonesome bird is singing loud, a melody so gay
The promise of a new beginning quells the fear below
But if you need a kind ear, let me know

You find yourself a small house on the harbour by the bay 
And take work on a fishing boat setting off that day
The sea air rushes through your lungs and chills you head to toe 
And if your heart’s adrift please let me know
 
The catch is few and far between, the crew look mystified
When out of yonder came a storm of unexpected size
The ship was wrecked on unknown isles, where wild winds seldom blow
And if you’re safe and sound, please let me know

You come-to with a sudden gasp, afraid to move at all
Aware that luck was on your side, from what you can recall
Now bravely you move through the haze, stricken hard with woe
Praying for a chance to let me know

Many days a-pass before your luck again comes through
A search boat sounds a roaring horn, the ship comes into view
The clarity of joyousness sets your face aglow
A joy you cannot wait to let me know

The journey back is solemn, the ocean calm and fair 
Your mind is freed from cloudiness, arisen from despair
And on the shore, I’m waiting, disbelief a friendly foe
There really is no need to let me know

So cast your mind back to that note, pinned upon my door
You said that you were leaving, but to what I was not sure
You tell me that in retrospect, the trials we undergo
Are all I ever need to let me know
