Name: Nike never forget your guitar by Beah
Duration: 6 min
Description: I wrote this for my niece who was turning 15 and adventuring out into the world. May this song keep the monsters away. Originally Bark.

Unmastered demo of a simple alt-country pop tune we thought we’d upload while we work on grander things. 

Hope you enjoy and happy new year!

One day, this week will end

Hey Babe I’ll Catch You Another Day 
by Mike Armstrong

Sometimes you leave and sometimes you go.  
Sometimes you say you just don't know. 
And yesterday everybody said that  they don't, my love. 
And now here we go, here we go. 

And sometimes they say where you're going,  
and sometimes they know who you are. 
waitng  a lifetime I know I know its taking me,  
By loving by the lovin’ 
I take you too far, too far
Said, oh, oh,  oh,   here we go,
oohh here we go. 

Sometimes they say where I'm going,  
and sometimes they tell me where I've been. 
But mostly I just stand here a looking 
to make life better than if it's been and went 

Cause I know, I know, I gotta go, I gotta go somewhere 
To see the top of that field when the time  comes 
And when I do come down I  know I  intend to feel
the love I felt  when I was born 

Sometimes they tell me that it's easy. 
Sometimes they tell me how it's so hard.  
Mostly when I feel like I want to go down and see you.
I’ll find you in my backyard 

You said hey.  You said wait.  
You said catch me another day
 I said,  Hey,  you said, wait. 
Yeah, babe I'll catch you another day. 

Tell me about the way you went to go down the street. 
And I said, ‘I’ll never seen you here again.
Tell me when you felt like the love we had was okay
And then you say ‘When?’                              
And I'll say I know when!     

 Cause I'm pretty sure I was living !
and I'm pretty sure I was dying !
and the other day you turned around 
and I heard what you said!

Cause when the leaves have kept falling!
I know I gotta keep going !
Ok I'll get, I'll come back again !
and I'll come back again !

You said hey.  You said wait.  
You said catch me another day.
I said,  Hey,  you said, wait. 
Yeah, babe I'll catch you another day.

HEY BABE I'LL CATCH YOU ANOTHER DAY (LIVE)

Circles - guitar based instrumental taken from the Beats Working album Calm, written, produced and played by John Hardman.

(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Calm

Circles

Circles - Beats Working

This was originally a song I wrote at the start of the pandemic called "Wait for Summer". I've remixed it and reworked it for non-pandemic times. 

Mastering & drums: A7 Recording Studio 

Lyrics:

The winter path has been so dark
Fear of the other left its mark
In many ways the view is stark.
Spring might be all about the rain
It falls in many forms of pain
And effort may seem all in vain.

But we’re all filled with summer and the
Days of walking in the light,
We will greet one another on the path that’s dazzling bright,
We are all here together making music in the night
Forming stars from the shadows and the twilight.

With every friend a pact is made
To help the ones who are afraid,
And words of calm keep fears away.
A simple conversation now
Will rest the mind and soothe the brow,
Resolve to carry on somehow.

We are all filled with summer and the
Days of walking in the light,
We will greet one another on the path that’s dazzling bright,
We are all here together making music in the night,
Forming stars from the shadows and the twilight.

Bright voices sing to us from windows in the sky
Sometimes we hear them when we try.
Our summer choruses respond to them over time,
Their recognition is sublime.

We are all filled with summer and the
Days of walking in the light,
We will greet one another on the path that’s dazzling bright,
We are all here together making music in the night
Forming stars from the shadows and the twilight.

Filled with Summer

I wrote this for my niece who was turning 15 and adventuring out into the world. May this song keep the monsters away. Originally Bark.

Nike never forget your guitar

v pohádce

THE HOUSE IS BURNING

My father dreams of leaving home
He's unhappy. So is mummy.
She spends her days in the cellar
Washing our clothes."Dirty Bastards!"
They got married in 74. 
I don't understand in what purpose.
He spends his days at the factory, 
Watching the line, going crazy

Our family business is faltering
Everything's wrong. It ain't pretty.
We lack the courage  to split apart
We stay inside this zone of safety
I see them being like dummy zombies. 
Inside their heart, there is no envy.
Do I love them? A bit, maybe. 
This damned city has no mercy 

We are just for them a heavy duty
They did procreate cause it had to be
My sister Sarah is really stupid. 
She's obsessed by men. She bangs anybody. 
And me? Oh, well me!
I'm stuck in here, sad and angry.
I lack the courage to go away
I drink to forget, day after day.

Our family business is faltering
Everything's wrong. It ain't pretty.
We lack the courage to split apart
We stay inside this zone of safety
I see them being like dummy zombies. 
Inside their heart, there is no envy.
Do I love them? A bit, maybe. 
This damned city has no mercy 


Family Business

GET OUT OF MY WAY (TAKE 1)

GODDAMN ( TAKE 1)

https://youtu.be/dLLddlqKIHc?si=wT5hmEY_W3Fp5ZvI 

This is my attempt at performing this song in a single take with just me and my guitar (Taylor 114 ce)
Also to compare and contrast, here’s a  link to a more polished full band version of this song that I recorded with the help of the Eclectic Collective 
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1/ai-sucks-the-eclectic?si=67d29d363d2a419dacbf860fa471165e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Many thanks to SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani  https://on.soundcloud.com/A24Cig19AVNqQmCk8 who's lyrics inspired me to write this song and collaborated with me to help bring this song to life.
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Lyrics
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers but I continued to play
And as the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great 
even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure and a catchy vibe and beat 
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs even though you didn’t write or play a single note.

Nike never forget your guitar

Beah

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