Magnifique chanson pleine d'émotions ! 😍 🙏

This really floored me Michael. So easy to connect with the sentiment and the feelings involved. This is magnificent and really moved me. Thanks for sharing so much here with SC.

Everything about this song struck a chord with me. Hats off to you and Harrison

I find myself back here....top work indeed.

I usually love your songs but right now I am so moved by this one 💔 ... wish you and your son lots of happiness

Lyrics:
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma
After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay, enough to eat
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed

The Gunner's Dream (Pink Floyd Cover)

Lyrics

Don’t want to be sat here

Goldfinches on feeders, in the winter sun
You’re sat by the window, watching as more come
I’m sat looking at you, quiet in my chair
Questioning my commitment, wondering if I still care

Have we dragged this deadweight, with no engine and no wheels, for far too long?
My broken back is screaming, my poor heart is just pleading - lets move on

The old dog keeps on scratching, he whines and then he sighs
And you bark questions at me, but never wait for my reply
All patience I may have had, its gone and now I know
We’ll suffocate and fester and our resentment will just grow 

Have we dragged this deadweight, with no engine and no wheels, for far too long?
My  broken back is screaming, my poor heart is just pleading - lets move on

Let’s give it up
Lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here, mean and bored
Lets give it up, lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here anymore

Solo

Have we dragged this deadweight, with no engine and no wheels for far too long?
My broken back is screaming, my poor heart is just pleading - lets move on

Lets give it up, please lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here, mean and  bored
Lets give it up, lets give it up
Cos I don’t want to be sat here anymore

(Come on come on)tell me 
tell me what you want 
Yeah, tell me what you’re thinking 
 (repeat and fade-out) 

James Whiteman Copyright 28 January 2022

Don't want to be sat here

Sleeps on Fire

I’m dwelling on rocket fire
Piano fragments and twisted strings
Lady rag doll dead at the door
Dementor soldier with lips so thin

Sleep Killer’s messing with my head
Gotta rise up get a change of thought
Find a codeine and a TV show
My feet are cold and my tongues like chalk

Back in bed and it’s Mr Psycho
Ugly boss gotta face him away
And lady friend of the underground
We’ll be busted yeah maybe today

Sleeps on fire yeah
Sleeps on fire yeah

All the news is existential
Who’s going to go have kids today?
I’m rolling round my sheets are tenting
The latest vaccine is a throat spray

Sleeps on fire yeah
Sleeps on fire yeah

SLEEPS ON FIRE

ive had these lyrics for a while, just wanted to try and put some music to them........cheers for your ears if you are having a listen

One Of Us Should Know

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Unleashed Passions

This is a simple one mic recording, just me and guitar. I've been wanting to put a recording out like this for a while now, just nothing felt right.

My amazing, autistic 9 year old son Harrison inspired this one. He's a great poet, so maybe one day he'll knock me off my perch. So it's me imagining I was him, and writing how I think I would feel, and thinking about my 9 year old self, how I did feel ( too long ago) He often needs to walk around stimming or just needs time alone to himself, just to process the day, the world, I suppose. I can really relate to that myself, and knowing how content I can be in my own company, I suppose I just think that's a cool thing. Autism is a real learning curve though, the spectrum is vast and complex, probably quite misunderstood too. But it's been quite therapeutic, now he's at an age where he can talk about it, and we can all talk and learn about it together as a family.

The Conundrum Kid 

So leave me on my own, it's where I wanna be

no I don't want no fuss, maybe I just want some peace

and I don't want no friend  come and walk me down the road

and I don't want no pity, I just want to be alone

I am the mystery boy

I am the Conundrum Kid

sometimes I need a plan, to get my mind from A to B

my feet they can be slow, but strong enough to carry me

and I don't want to talk, and I don't care how you are

and if you're always near, why do I seem so far

when everybody's loose, why do I feel so tight

and if I'm always wrong, then why do I feel so right

I am the mystery boy
I am the Conundrum Kid

so leave my on my own, it's where I wanna be


thanks for listening, reading and inspiring always greatly appreciated

Michael 

The Conundrum Kid (Acoustic)

A Better Man

My wife was listening all day to me working on this song. When I added a banjo, her interest piqued, and she wrote lyrics for a country feel.

The Prescription Blues
Lyrics Veronica Krath
Music Mike Krath
Performed and Produced Mike Krath

In the morning when I rise
Gotta take these pills to feel alive
They help me get through another day

Through all my aches and all my ills
My salvation lies in a tiny pill
And my life lies on a prescription pad

Why did the Lord put me on this earth
Just to take all these pills to feel my worth
Wish I could take my body back

Oh Lord, I wish there was another way,
To make it through another day,
Then taking all these pills.

Chorus:
And in the end when I die
My hope is that I’ll find myself in paradise
With no pills and no more pain
Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain.

The Prescription Blues

Broken Pearls

Every year I try to make a little song to commemorate remembrance day in November. The month of August is also historically significant, though.  In August 1914 the massed cartoon insanity of old-world braided huffing and puffing empires slammed into stark reality when over the course of a few days: Germany declared war on Russia, France and Belgium; Britain declared war on Germany; Austria-Hungary declared war on Russia; France and Britain declared war on Austria-Hungary; Japan declared war on Germany; and Austria-Hungary declared war on Belgium. Dear God.

Herbert Burden was one of many young men who decided to do “the right thing” and lied about his age to enlist.  He endured 10 months of fighting, shelling and gas attacks in the front line trenches in France, lost many friends and was himself eventually hospitalised.  On discharge from hospital his battalion received orders to return to the front line.  Herbert went AWOL and was found at a neighbouring regiment where he said he had gone to comfort a friend who had lost a brother in the fighting.  

Herbert became the youngest British soldier to be executed by firing squad for desertion.  

He was seventeen years old, alone, given no defence at his trial, blindfolded, arms tied behind his back, lashed to a post and shot at dawn on 21st July 1915.

God rest his soul.

The picture is of a statue of Herbert which stands at the British National Memorial Arboretum as part of an installation to commemorate the 306 of their own soldiers executed by the British Army during WW1.

I felt this needed to be done raw in one take so please excuse the rough edges.
______________________________________________________________________

Broken Pearls

Come the night, through singing clouds
Of old men crying on war's recall,
Pastel light hits bleeding shrouds
Still defying, backs to wall.
Morphine hymns through organ pipes
Hairs on end, standard unfurled
Shell shock sins 'neath starburst lights
Set to defend their broken pearls.

His mother spoke through spilling tears
God beside, with angel choirs.
He then awoke – pain chilling sears
Deep inside his burning fires.
Camphor dreams through ether prayers
Uniformed boys mustard gas swirls
Just seventeen, mere child's nightmares.
Discarded toy, of broken pearls.

Weeping crows in ¾ time
Belie the crown, lay down to die.
Wreaths below, left countersigned
Head bowed down, blindfolded eyes.
Hot leaded hopes absolve the rich
Salvo thunder suspends our world
On posted ropes slumped heroes twitch
And rent asunder our broken pearls.

Broken Pearls

This is another 1 mic recording, just me and guitar, recorded on my 8 track in the living room, no effects or overdubs. I'm having a bit of decorating done in the house, so it's bare bones on the music front at the minute, a lot of gear packed away. So this  Is my song Push It Down The River, but I decided to try singing using my natural Geordie dialect/accent , oddly though it doesn't feel too normal  singing like this, but I've given it a go. Maybe just a one off, I'll see!

Thanks as always for listening and inspiring!

Push It Doon The River For Ye

additional cello Barbara Browning

T’AS CASSÉ TA POUPÉE ALORS    
TA POUPÉE S’EST CASSÉE

TE REVOILÀ SEUL MAÎTRE À BORD
CORPS ET CŒUR FRACASSÉS 

T’AS VOULU RECOLLER LES MOR
CEAUX ET TOUT RAPIÉCER

MAIS L’AMOUR QUAND C’EST MORT C’EST MORT
QUAND C’EST CASSÉ CASSÉ

T’AS CASSÉ TA  POUPÉE ALORS           
TA POUPÉE S’EST CASSÉE

TE REVOILÀ SEUL MERDE ALORS
MAIS QU’EST-CE QUI S’EST PASSÉ

T’AS CASSÉ TA POUPÉE ALORS
TA POUPÉE T’A CASSÉ.

POUPÉE CASSÉE (Lyrics)

A Quiet noise from Newcastle, Lo-Fi, homespun, acoustic, italicized songwriting. 
 
Thanks for stopping by, really appreciate all the feedback that I've had from the wonderful SoundCloud community. It's always a pleasure to  hear new music from other  artists, and I have been greatly inspired by  all the amazingly talented musicians, poets, singers and songwriters right here on SoundCloud.

All tracks recorded at home on my tascam 8 track.

I have some other music available in bandcamp,  but my latest music is generally here on SoundCloud. Cheers!

Leavin' E.P. available as a free download here
https://pashotthecanary.bandcamp.com/album/leavin

Debut album, Push It Down The River, available on link. My second album " Canary Song" is here on Sounclound in my albums section.
 https://pashotthecanary.bandcamp.com/album/push-it-down-the-river

The Conundrum Kid (Acoustic)

Pa' Shot The Canary

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