I thear you sing about my cats. Very nice!

You've definitely met your intended goal with this gem, my friend. Loving the subtle mandolin.

So very nice, Noel. It was a true listning pleasure.

A song about a rock star's retirement.

The Vid:  https://youtu.be/JGyjtJNSV80

Dave Bell of Blue Attitude on guitar

The Old Man's Rocker

I was sitting on my porch playing my acoustic guitar when our neighbor Andy came over with his accordion. Then Cousin Julie came over with her jugs.  That long haired hyppie kid from down the street came over with his electric guitar and wanted to join in.  I said yes but only when I point to you. So I yelled to ma “get your washboard we’s goinna make some music”!

I am playing the lead guitar and via my keyboard controller the jugs and washboard. The foot tapping is a wav and the balance of the tracks is BiaB using my sound sources.


The Ad Song

v-I saw an ad, that caught my eye
That is something, I'd like to try
It said I could play, a guitar in a week
All I had to do was follow, their technique

v-Sent in my money, went to the music store
Bought me a stratocaster, and much more
An amp, strap, cord and a pick
I was gonna make some rocking music

c-The course said the first thing I must do
Is make sure the guitar is in tune
They suggested a tuner I should get
Back to the music store, wrote another check

Lead

v-I’ll tune the strat, it can't be hard
If I can't do this, my brain must be lard
I turned the tuning thingies, I heard a ping
Back to the music store to buy a new E string

c-I never got pass, that first page
I became totally enraged
I got so mad my ears started to ring
How in hell do you tune this darn thing

c- I don't care what the course said
I'm gonna try something else instead
I'm gonna play a song by Metallica
On my brand new harmonica



The Ad

Once I told a story once, took me three days long,  
By the time I got to Tuesday, my friends were gone.  
Tried to join a band, but they all fell asleep,  
They said, “Man, your rhythm’s flatter than your feet.”       

Too dull for the party, too plain for the game,  
Too gray for the rainbow, too dry for the rain.
If boredom’s a crime, then throw away the key,  
‘Cause nobody’s duller, no, not even me.  

 Tried speed datin’ once, but the clock gave up,  
Said, “I ain’t tickin’ for this poor guy’s luck.”  
I told the waitress, “You can call me Fred,”  
She said, “I’d rather call you gone instead.”  

Too dull for the party, too plain for the game  
Too small for the big time   too shy for the flame.
You can talk to a wall and get more glee,  
Ain’t nobody duller than me.  

 Even my echo packed up to roam,  
Left a sticky note sayin’, “You’re on your own.”  
Netflix asked me, “Are you still there?”  
I said, “Yeah,” and it said, “I don’t care.”  

 Too blank for the canvas, too plain for the frame. 
Too low for high life,  they forget my name.
Guess I’ll play these blues till eternity,  
‘Cause ain’t nobody duller than me.  

Dull Man's Blues

I'm just having some fun with my Harley Benton fake Gretsch guitar.  I am playing the lead guitar and via my breath and keyboard controller the Swam Tenor Sax. Band-in-a-Box is supplying the balance of the tracks.

Guitar Fun

Lyrics: R.W. Davis
Music, vocals, mix, master: Me
Graphic: Freepik.com

Deleted (this song has not been deleted, it is titled "Deleted")

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw9qozBpnqo

I’m a vigilante for peace
There’s a war on every corner
It’s hard to know what it means
When everyone’s a soldier

I’m trying to love the living
In a language torn and raw
Every heart is drawing borders
Every kiss declares a war

I remember steady ground
I remember softer lines
This is somebody’s America
But right now it ain’t mine

I’m a letter left unopened
On a table set for none
Every promise sounds like thunder
When it’s spoken by a gun

I’m a choir with no steeple
Singing low so we survive
Every streetlight holds a vigil
For the ways we stay alive

I remember steady ground
I remember softer lines
This is somebody’s America
But right now it ain’t mine

I remember steady ground
I remember softer lines
This is somebody’s America
But right now it ain’t mine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw9qozBpnqo

Somebody's America

Earlier this month my cousin passed. Years ago she prayed for her son as he left for his ministry education. Right after her prayer a butterfly landed on her; she saw it was God's signal that everything will be OK.  It was and now her son is a pastor. This is for you Maralee. 

Via my breath and keyboard controller I am playing the following Swam instruments: the double bass section, solo flute, solo violin, and the solo cello.  Band-in-a-Box is supplying the balance of the tracks using my sound sources.

Butterflies

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7CByL38bDw

White Zombie rattling bones from the edge of night
Patti Smith praying sideways hanging on the mic
Every chord was a dare every night was a year
Making poetry bleed falling out of your ears

So thank you broken saints and midnight kids
For the noise and the nerve and the hunger we hid
Raise a dirty glass to the stage and the crown
The Shepherds of the Bowery where lost things get found

Hilly Kristal behind the bar counting sins and change
Every band had a number every night was strange
Ramones like a subway train straight through your chest
Blondie flashing silver in a thrift store dress

So thank you broken saints and midnight kids
For the noise and the nerve and the hunger we hid
Raise a dirty glass to the stage and the crown
The Shepherds of the Bowery where lost things get found

The All Night Newsboys sticking like candy and glue
Joan Jett cutting hearts clean in black leather boots
Talking Heads making art out of panic and sweat
The Shirts got tight with the things we forget

So thank you broken saints and midnight kids
For the noise and the nerve and the hunger we hid
Raise a dirty glass to the stage and the crown
The Shepherds of the Bowery where lost things get found 

They said it was over
They said it was done
But cities don’t lie
They just change who they let in

Shepherds Of The Bowery (with Joliz)

Lyrics: R.W. Davis
Music, arrangement, vocals, mix, master: Me
Graphic: Freepik.com
Backing track: Band in a Box
AI: Not used

Spot On the Wall

My most adventurist trip into ambient music yet. 

Via my breath and keyboard controllers I am playing the Swam variflute, viola, oboe, English horn, French horns 1&2, and via my keyboard controller the space vibes. The nylon guitar is from MIDI loops. Band-in-a-Box is supplying the balance of the tracks using my sound sources.

The Solitary Flight of a Butterfly

© 2019 Noel Adams, words & music, all rights reserved
Australasian Performing Rights Association (APRA): GW56888550 
ISWC: T-061980684-6

====Lyrics====
When I see a rainbow
Bending over blue sky 
And its colours of happiness, elegant and calm
I smile ‘cause I remember
That lucky day I met you 
When you, like a rainbow, were bursting with charm

The day you stepped into my life
You came as a vision made from heaven
The day you stepped into my life with me
I remember it, unforgettably

As though you strode in on a sunbeam
A festival of daylight
That moment was amazing, incredible, divine
You could have been an angel
Dressed in threads of rainbow
On an almighty mission of glorious design

The day you stepped into my life
You came as a vision made from heaven
The day you stepped into my life with me
I will always treasure that memory
The day you stepped into my life with me
Oh I remember it, unforgettably 
Oh so unforgettably

The Day You Stepped Into My Life

For me, songwriting is a puzzle. I keep at it day after day after day. And eventually all the twisting and turning with words and rhymes morphs something worth smiling about.

The Day You Stepped Into My Life

Noel Adams

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