Peter Lehndorff: vocals, acoustic guitar / Sue Hill: vocals / Jim Henry: dobro, vocals, acoustic and electric guitars / Joel Tepp: harmonica / Paul Kochanski: upright bass

Lovely album Peter. Some great songs and a good mix of light and shade. Enjoyed the listen. Thanks for posting.

One In A Million Girl ©2021 by Samuel Franklin Reynolds, Jr. 

You look fine, finer than a woman should be
You're all mine, you prove it so indelicately

You're a one in a million, one in a million girl
You're my one in a million, one in a million girl

You're on fire, hotter than a lady should be
You're on time, and time is so important to me

You're a one in a million, one in a million girl
You're my one in a million, one in a million girl

When the sun slips down 
You're the one who is here beside me
When the night lights up
You're the only one I see

You're so fine, you give me everything that I need
I admire the way you're sneaky peeking at me

You're a one in a million, one in a million girl
You're my one in a million, one in a million girl
You're a one in a million, one in a million girl
You're my one in a million, one in a million girl

(My Obituary:)
Ba Ba Hoo, Ba Ba Hoo, Ooh
Ba Ba Hoo, Ba Ba Hoo, Ooh

Yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah  
Yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yeah 

Yi, yi, who 
Yi, yi, who
Yi, yi, who 
Yi, yi, who 

All together now ...   

Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yeah 
Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yay, yeah

One In A Million Girl ©2021 by Samuel Franklin Reynolds, Jr.

Tom Rozum sings Merle Haggard's classic. Craig Smith  on banjo, Laurie  Lewis in harmony vocal, guitar and fiddle, Tom Rozum on mandolin, Todd Phillips on bass.

Winter's Grace

If We Make It Through December

In the song By The Time I Get to Phoenix the protagonist - let’s call him Glen - does a lot of brooding over what the girl he left behind will be doing as he journeys further away from her. It always seemed pretty shitty of Glen to sneak away while she was sleeping. So this is the story of the girl waking up to find him gone. She’s thunderstruck and heads out on his trail … only to discover there may be more to his departure than meets the eye.
This is really a Jay Keepers song - https://soundcloud.com/user-751378198 - that's Jennifer Young on vocals and me on the other stuff but sticking it up on my cloud too.
Words and music Broker Jonathan
Vocal Jennifer Young

Thunderstruck

Thunderstruck by your goodbye
I drove to Phoenix to have it out with you
They told me you’d just split, you trying to hide?
I missed you in Albuquerque too
Now i’m parked in the street in Oklahoma city
They’re rounding up a welcoming committee 
Oh man! The best laid plans, the best laid plans.

The cowardly way you left in the night
Knowing I’m a heavy sleeper lately
The note left on the door, how could you write
Those words while I was dreaming of you baby?
Now I’m sitting in the lobby of the Hyatt Place Hotel
Your mother’s here, US marshal as well
Oh man! The best laid plans, the best laid plans

Burning up the road, to your horizon
I’m picturing you hypothesising
About your distance from me.     
By the time I was rising

You say you always said this day was coming
And the telephone would ring right off the wall
But I don’t think you’re leaving, no you’re running
And the man here says you’re headed for a fall

Now you walk into the place with a briefcase on a chain
The look on your face when you see us could be framed
Oh man! The best laid plans, the best laid plans

Thunderstruck

Produced by Jim Henry

This collection of 10 songs is my first full album since "Love on the Line" was released in 1996 on Signature Sounds. A few years later, my wife Kathy started having behavioral and emotional problems. It started out as mood swings, anxiety, and violent anger. For a number of years, we were in denial. But by the time Kathy was diagnosed, we knew she had inherited Huntington’s Disease from her mom.
       Huntington’s is the same genetic brain disease that Woody Guthrie had. Some say it is like getting Parkinson’s, ALS, and dementia at the same time, usually in middle age. It took her aunts, uncles, cousins, and two of her siblings as well. It became difficult for me to make a living as a graphic designer and keep an eye on her. Continuing to perform was not a possibility. She was finally diagnosed in 2007 and I was her home caregiver until she passed in 2015.
     Music was my medicine. During those times I kept writing songs and recorded them on my computer. I developed creative friendships with many musicians here on SoundCloud. I began collaborating
with people around the world. Some of these songs come from that
period. A few of them are funny. But there are also love songs and stories about my life. Since then I have found love and my Susan Hill sings harmony on some of the songs here. Thanks for listening and supporting independent music.

01 Don't Be Discouraged

from "Acoustic Alliance 3" 1996
Amy Malkoff, Lori Fassman, Juree James, Kathryn Bice, Kim Gilhuly, Martha Sullivan, Paul Caruso (percussion and drum programming)

Running Up That Hill Deadline Poet

IMPRINT

Tinkle

Good morning, friends! My new album "Congeries" goes live today! It's a mix of country, folk, and rock in moods of magic, mischief, and melancholy. It's available on CD and digital download at Bandcamp.com and other online locations. It's been years in the making, and I got to work with talented individuals to make it happen! Thank you all so much for supporting my music, and I hope enjoy this latest offering!

Visit my website to listen and buy:
http://www.josephhouckmusic.com

Here's track 5 "On That Hill"

Martin Lucas: piano
Joseph Houck: vocals, guitars, bass, organ

Mixed and Mastered by Jon Huxtable

Lyrics

Swathes of leaves on that well-worn path 
In their earthen gully graves 
The woods grow dim, the beasts come out 
From their hidden mountain caves 

His old plank shack in shadows black 
In sweat and pride was built 
Veiled in vines, the once straight lines 
Did sag and drag and tilt 

Chorus: 
The grass grows high 
And in the wind it sways 
And the sun beats down on that hill 

On that hill they call his grave: 

There’s a creek runs down, springs from the ground 
Not too far, where he would drink 
In the summer heat he’d soak his feet 
And rest awhile and think 

And he held the girl he called his wife 
They tilled and grew their crop 
And when the harvest finally came 
She was about to pop 

Chorus 

There he died at a ripe old age 
His son grown, his wife gone 
Next to her he was buried 
On that hill they both called home 

His shack--no room-- an empty tomb 
And the trail would disappear 
But the spring would flow, and it would know 
At last that he was here 

Chorus

On That Hill (featuring Marty Lucas)

If it were up to me no one would hurt you
No one would cut you so deep
If it were up to me no one would desert you
You’d never cry yourself to sleep
          
And I would be there
Each time you feel scared
And I would love you
And shine like the sun and the moon and the stars  

If it were up to me you’d be protected
By all the love you give
If it were up to me we’d be connected
All of the days we get to live

And I would be there
Each time you feel scared
And I would love you                             
And shine like the sun and the moon and the stars  

I can’t hold your hand all the time 
I’ve got to let go, I know 
Cuz you need to be free to follow your dreams 
 In this world on your own

(INSTRUMENTAL VERSE)

If it were up to me a heart that is broken
Would bounce back like a ball
If it were up to me you’re eyes would be open 
And you’d never wait for his call

And I would be there
Each time you feel scared
And I would love you
And shine like the sun and the moon and the stars 
In the sky above you

Words and Music by Tracy Newman
KABEAUTY MUSIC (BMI)

I Just See You

If It Were Up to Me

If It Were Up To Me

This, I fear, is a substantially true story about one of my musical heroes.

A Room, Please

A room, please, in this hotel
But do not disturb my hell
I’ll settle up in advance if it’s a problem

How much for a six month stay?
But tell housekeeping to stay away
I can manage my own bedclothes and breakfast

Need a room with walls yay wide
And a heavy duty lock on the inside
I need a space to be crazy about
To hold me in and everyone out
Looking for a room
Looking for a room

You’ll hardly know I’m here
I’ll surface when the coast is clear
Sneak to the shop on the corner, sneak back again

But if your night man should see me
In a state of insobriety
I’ll try hard to behave, I know folks are sleeping

Need a room like a need a barricade
From the madding crowd from the mess I made
I need a space with a window and blind
Going to keep it down nearly all of the time
Looking for a room
Looking for a room
Looking for a room
Looking for a room

A Room, Please

This is possibly my fourth or fifth recording of this song. I wrote it 10 or 12 years ago after a line in a book about Neil Young made me laugh out loud. Neil was planning on returning to country music for an album or two and his bass player was frustrated because he felt this meant he'd be relegated to playing eat-shit boom boom bass lines. Impatience with this kind of music was the reason he had left Nashville, he said. Well, this song isn't really about bass lines or about dissing country music, which I love dearly. But it did seem to me there should be a song called The Reason I Left Nashville. This is the latest - and in all likelihood not the last - attempt to do the title justice ...


The Reason I Left Nashville

They made me play that eat-shit ‘boom’ bass
Flicked their peanuts into my face
I thought the music was kinda thin
But some of them  people had paid to get in
I think the audience is probably drinking still
That's the reason I left Nashville

Yeah and they wear those alligator boots
Diamonds sewn into their suits
Every other store is selling steel guitars
Why does everybody got to be a country star?
Yeah but they don't want to foot the bill
That's the reason I left Nashville

It's rock n roll from here on in
That's the way it’ll have to be
I never played my own country song
I blew right out of Tennessee

Truth is I guess I've lost my hunger
Should've been there 10 years younger
I was kinda busy, up to no good
To give my song verisimilitude
They wouldn't give me 10 lousy minutes to fill
That's the reason I left Nashville

The Reason I Left Nashville

I write songs about everyday life and a few covers. Some of my tracks are serious but many are not. Humor is my medication. It helps me put things in perspective. As some of you might know, my wife had a thing called Huntington's Disease (HD). HD is the genetic brain disease that Woody Guthrie had. It affected her balance, moods, swallowing and eventually led to her death (October 2015). My reason for mentioning this is that all of my profits from my recordings (I know, good luck with that) are going to the HD clinic we go to at the University of Connecticut. We both got a lot of support there. You can find some tracks for download on my Bandcamp page (the sound quality is better there anyway). http://lehndorff.bandcamp.com/ 

I want to thank everyone for making SoundCloud a wonderful community. I made some wonderful friends and was inspired to do music again because of you. The new SoundCloud was bungled. But it is, what it is. I am back writing songs and practicing and have been performing here and there. While I am concentrating on getting gigs at the moment (rather than recording), I will upload some of my existing songs that I took down when I stopped my paid account. I have really old stuff on my archive account.

Oldies: https://soundcloud.com/peterlehndorff-archive

email: Peter @ Lehndorff. com

Genres: folk, jazz, humor, singer-songwriter, Americana
Instruments: guitar and some mandolin and midi stuff

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