Black and grey and rough as sandpaper
A face of weathered concrete
Hunkered down with the Sunday newspaper
Always a mystery

Though I see, lately I'm just like my father's son
One hundred miles from anyone
Honestly, Dad you don't owe me anything
It's just nice to see what you think of me
What you think of me?

I broke down on Hwy 290 
Facing the cold concrete
You picked me up when it really mattered
And put me on my feet

Can't you see, lately I'm just like my father's son
One hundred miles, but still I come
Honestly, Dad you don't owe me anything
It's just nice to see, what you think of me
What you think of me?

Like My Fathers Son

Lyrics and Music by Dan Dyer

You make me want to love
You make me want to love

When life has no meaning
And the world seems
Turned upside down
A word from you
Can bring me
Back around

You make me want to love
You make me want to love

My fingers through your fingers
Our hands between a push and pull
The only word that lingers:
Unconditional

You Make Me Want To Love - (Dan Dyer Cover)

Come What May, We're Ready

Cuando vengas
Cuando vengas
Cuando vengas aqui
Cuando vengas conmigo
Estaba listo si

Todos los mujeres 
Vengan como yo
Todas las mujeres
Cierto si se pueden

Me muestra tu poder
Es la hora para mover
Pinche patriarcado
Esatmos listos si

Me Muestra Tu Poder (We're Ready)

You're up early, waiting for the sun
Waiting for the one
Who will save you.

You arise, waiting for the birds
Waiting for the words
That she gave you.

Ooooohhh


You're up early, always on the run
Forgetting you're the one
Who enslaves you.

You are darkest the hour before the dawn
The night that soon was gone
The sun forgave you.

Oooooooh

Waitingforthesun

I knew a girl who wanted to stay,
Who wanted to save me from the waves
Of oblivion

I knew a boy who wanted escape,
Who couldn't be tamed by her eyes
Of obsidian

But don't turn around.

I know a girl who wanted a raise,
Worked all of her days just driving 
From place to place

I know a boy who wanted to save
Yet wanted to take her troubles away
So he gave and he gave
Till there was nothing left of him.

Obsidian

It's "cover another soulwriter" week at SWU.  Here's my version of Jack (and Leif) Burton's "Sharks Are Bald".  

Sharks are Bald

I was swimming in the deep blue sea
When a shark came swimming up next to me
He said “hey buddy please don’t think I’m weird, 
But I really like your cool haircut and your beard”
So I thanked him for the compliment 
And I asked where all of his own hair went
He said “whoa dude, didn’t you know
Sharks are bald our hair don’t grow
But if it did, I’d have a ‘fro”
Bet you never thought of that before
Sharks are bald 
But they don’t mind
They save a lot of money on shampoo
Sharks are bald 
But sometimes 
They wish they had a really nice hairdo.
“We sharks are built for speed
So hair is one thing we just don’t need
But I’ll tell ya every now and then
I wish I had hair down to my dorsal fin
And I wish every once and a while
That I had fluffy mustache to go with my smile”

Sharks Are Bald

Demo of a 6/8 latin jam done here in my studio in 3 hours
I don't even really eat barbacoa but that doesn't mean I can't write a tribute song.  :D 
There are actually many different types of Abakua music, all descended from the African Calabar culture.  Abakua was originally a sacred fraternal society that, among other things, performed the Abacua rhythms in the course of worship or ritualistic ceremonies.  These rhythms greatly influenced many Cuban secular forms, particularly the Rumba styles.

Abakua Barbacoa

Mash up of the Underground Boys of Tana (from this youtube clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJO3CxepyPM) with clips from Desmond Tutu address of his role in healing the wounds of Apartheid in South Africa.

Desmond Tutu And Street Kids Choir Of Madagascar

Demo of a brand new song for SWU, my songwriting group

Picture this, Sunday morning early morning you're up way before the sun
Quickly rising the horizon cracking like a starting gun
Time to run, yellow, red, straight ahead you're running late

The sky's a canvas colors mix, yellow, crimson see what sticks
Your mind's a paintbrush every though every time that you are caught up
In the race, in the face of a dangerous and everyday escape

[Ch]
Every day is green, every day is new
Time to take your aim, time to make it true
Wiser men will say, sparkling like dew
Every day is green, every day is new

It's a chase, it's a grind, on the face and in the mind of every man woman, and child
It's a thousand generations of the fever running wild
It's a crazy situation that we find

Noone does what they're supposed to, every heart likes to boast
Just taking trophies CHASING GHOSTS we only hurt the ones we love the most
And only then do we forget the meaning of the verb to smile

[Ch]

Every Day Is Green

Just Another Lullaby

Hi y'all, I'm a musician with a classical upbringing, jazz background, and songwriting tendencies.  Piano, guitar, bass, uke, folk flute, percussion and electro-acoustic experiments.  I play in a bazillion bands in Austin, TX.

Nick Litterski Music - Songwriting Demos

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