Challenge for March 2021: Release an original Pop song. This is a bit outside my wheelhouse. Appreciate any feedback and thanks for listening!

On The Tip Of My Tongue

A blue collar worker sees the girl of his dreams and sets about to find her. With a heavy beat and great use of drums and power chords singer Bob Dannewitz delivers the goods with a big vocal sound. Guitarist Hank Rusch not to be outdone, knocks out a scorching guitar solo with sensual tremolo bar bends which moan and scream.

Desiree

Oh Yeah!

The signature song from our album of the same name Desiree. A barn burning rocker that gets you going from start to finish. The stage is set when a beautiful mystery woman beguiles this small town with her looks and style creating speculation and wonder.

J'explose

Jessy Lindsay - J'explose (devant toi)

Every wrinkle tells a story, you can read this broken body.

Every Wrinkle

This is the title track off the album "There to here". It continues the story of a young man travelling across the atlantic ocean from Ireland in the 1800's and trying to find a place to settle in the new world of America. 
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen
Mixing and production: Phil Bowen
Vocals/ backing vocals: Phil Bowen
Guitars: Phil Bowen
Keyboards: Phil Bowen
Lyrics: 
Verse 1
I look across Long Island in the setting sun
Shadows seem to dance around everyone
I look back at the ocean there’s nothing but sea
And wonder if this is reality

Verse 2
I walk to the station catch the Stonington line
Lay back my head. It’s like a mountain I climbed
One more day and I’ll soon be there
Providence calls to my evening prayer

Chorus
That’s the way I got from there to here
It seems to roll into another year
A little laughter, a few more tears
That’s the way I got from there to here. 

Verse 3
So the train moves on and time moves on
I’m sitting here thinking that I belong
To this new world of hope, opportunity
No more locks on doors, no master key

Verse 4
The moon shines down across a canopy of trees
On a warm summer night well I feel so at ease
One more day and I’ll soon be there
Providence calls to my evening prayer.

There to Here  Pt. 2

There to Here

There To Here

This track is off the album "There to here (Part 2)". 
Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen
Keyboards: Phil Bowen
Vocals: Phil Bowen
Guitars: Phil Bowen
It is also at Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0UFRsKjsTFeRk9NDGaSEXz?si=055c226c040e410e
and Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTfWVl9BQJE
Verse 1
On this train called “Liberty”
I saw my life in front of me
As I close my eyes and I drift away
And float along the milky way

Verse 2
On this train called “Liberty”
I realised endless possibilities
As I look up to the stars above
On this train called “Liberty”.

Verse 3
The rain pours down on warm summer night in New England
The hypnotic rhythm of the train on the tracks soothes my weary mind
I close my eyes and I float away
To the land of emerald green
I close my eyes live another day 
And thank Mary Magdalene

Chorus
I look at the moon and starlight
Shining high in the sky
I think of all the wrongs and all the rights
But I am just a man of simple means, no wise guy
I am just a man of simple means, no wise guy
(Last time- I am on this train called “Liberty”).

Middle 8
On this train called “Liberty” 
Your free to disagree
As long as I stay on the tracks and never look back
I know that I am free
Free to think, to be who I am
Free to live and not care a dam
I am on the train they call “Liberty”.

This Train Called Liberty

This is the sixth track off the album “There to here (Part 2)” called “For Betsey Williams”. It would be most appreciated if you could give it a listen and if you like, please comment and repost. As always, your support is very much appreciated.
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Guitars: Phil Bowen
Keyboards: Phil Bowen
Vocals: Phil Bowen
Lyrics
Verse 1
Red maple leaves reflect the sunlight
As the sun shines down, it seems so bright
I raise myself up and collect all my thoughts
Union station is such a good sight, hey

Verse 2
Betsey Willams holds out her hand 
As I step off the train onto this new land
Well brother, it’s good to be here
I hear your whisper in my inner year

Chorus
I’ve finally feet on the ground; I’m here now
Finally, feet on the ground
Well brother, I’m looking for you, well you said
You’d be waiting for the train to pull in

Middle 8
I can see your hand wave to me
As you stand by an old oak tree
Hey brother, it’s been so long
So many years have come and gone

Every Wrinkle

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