So beautiful and easy to endorse in its pure simplicity

Played on a '02 David Flammang GC 12 fret (Adirondack/Honduran Mahogany).
"A Hymn for Change" was composed in the spring of 2020 with a sense of Covid 19 raging through the country. This is an updated track of that song which is meant to "book end" and connect the two titles "For a Better Tomorrow" the next track listed below this one. Same tuning with a complimenting voice. I hope you enjoy and thanks for taking a listen!
Updated track pro mix/master

A HYMN FOR CHANGE

Floating with the Clouds

In The Magic Treehouse

Winter Approaches

The van broke down
just 5 miles from O'Hare
Not sure what we were doing
Had no tickets anyway
As the sun set in the West
We walked East
Planes roaring overhead

We ran as fast as we could run
Escape our only goal
From small town suffocation
And our designated roles
BBQs on Saturdays
Cold Millers with the guys
The vanishing horizon
Matched the dulling in our eyes

Not quite a decision
That either of us made
But a moment of clarity
And what it meant to stay
It never matters
Which road we take
As long as right beside me
I have Karla with a K

We ran as fast as we could run
Escape our only goal
From small town suffocation
And our designated roles
BBQs on Saturdays
Cold Millers with the guys
The vanishing horizon
Matched the dulling in our eyes

The excitement and the newness
As we move from town to town
As we worked to settle down
Turned piece by little piece
into what we'd sworn not to become
we lived the lives we ran from

We ran as fast as we could run
Escape our only goal
From small town suffocation
And our designated roles
BBQs on Saturdays
Cold Millers with the guys
The vanishing horizon
Matched the dulling in our eyes

The Vanishing Horizon

j'ai écris cette chanson en 2019 le premier couplet avant la crise des gilets jaunes en pensant à cette humanité cupide et consumériste et le deuxième couplet après les gilets jaunes au vu des violences policières
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I wrote this song in 2019 the first verse before the crisis of the yellow vests thinking about this greedy and consumerist humanity and the second verse after the yellow vests in view of the police violence
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 Écoute petit homme


Boulet tu n’es qu’un boulet 

Ta réalité ne t’appartient plus,
ta vie privée est publique Ton argent est virtuel,ta liberté n’est qu’illusion
 Tes rêves sont programmés,tes pensées dirigées,tes désirs imposés 
Non ta vie ne t’appartient plus, non ta vie ne t’appartient plus 
Prisonnier du verbe avoir et de ce que tu crois savoir 
Selfie, self fuck, même pas authentique,pas organique 
Coincé dans ton ego en toc , tout en plastoc sans éthique 
T’as baissé ton froc pour du fric alors c’est putain de systématique 
T’en veux et t’en croques,t’en veux et t’en croques 

 Où sont tes idéaux,boulet 
Tes choix me font froid dans le dos,boulet 
Où sont tes idéaux

Belle écran de fumé pour nous empaler mensonge d’état , criminelle
Fuck you mister président , je regrette action directe
Gilets jaunes écrasés par l’état policier ,les lobbies commandent et l’état se soumet
Je regrette mais il faut que ça pète , je regrette action directe
Je rêve d’un groupe armé, super bien formé qui irait les chercher dans leurs douillets foyers, pour les condamner à 10 ans de galère sans salaire
Dans une cité de merde mais avec un » pass navigo « pour aller chercher du boulot de l’autre coté de la route , histoire qu’ils comprennent pourquoi il y a de la haine

 Où sont tes idéaux,boulet 
Tes lois me font froid dans le dos,boulet 
Où sont tes idéaux

Boulet tu n’es qu’un boulet 
Écoutes petit homme tu n’es qu’un boulet

Écoutes petit homme

Fabuloso!

Fairy Tale

Dive In Stain Glass, Splinter The Virgin Color

Tenebris

Lake Michigan, Chicago Chess Pavilion.
In memory of Ron Washington.

Friend

Untitled - 02-18-21

small fern tree

I hope the Wild Edges speak for themselves. The rest is what happens between them.

I have limited know how and equipment, but think that feeling is more important than hardware and technical ability. 

I decided to stop liking other artists tracks, even if i do like them. I was feeling the pressure to like tracks when i listened to them, especially when people sent them to me to listen to, worried that if i didn't i would upset or offend the artist if i didn't like them, its easier just to like privately. Misunderstandings sadly happened too easily, so i'm distancing myself from the possibility of hurting anyone and of being hurt myself.  Maybe it is better being alone after all. Soundcloud is just like anywhere else where there are lots of people...it can be difficult.

I won't follow, listen, or like, for followers, listens, and likes, so, please, don't ask me to. 

This is a creative escape.

I am always trying to be quiet, but often fail, and to do better.

For Headphone listening
Thank you for listening

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