We see those guys and they're playing their guitars
And we wonder how they got so far
Like angels strumming on those silver strings
A gift from above... maybe one of those things,
But you play those chords and you play them true
Play that tune for them or for you
Strum those strings, it's what you do...what you do.

Twenty odd bucks from the old corner shop
But it's your first guitar and you can't stop
The action's so high, you play but it hurts
Your fingers blister but that instrument flirts,
For she needs you so play her true
Music's first love and you're bitten thru and thru
Strum those strings it's what you do... what you do.

That old Martin, you play it in your dreams
And the vintage Gibson with the varnish that gleams
Same store window, four thousand dollars cash
So it's 'old faithful' that's battered and bashed
But fingers dance on those silver strings
You'd think they'd been given tiny angel wings
Your old guitar she really sings, she really sings.

That old guitar she now sit's upon your knees
And you are playing your music and hoping to please
The girl sitting there just across the room
Oh she's so pretty but will she like your tune?
But she needs you so play for her true
Music's first love you're both bitten thru and thru
You and 'old faithful' maybe,... maybe you'll both do.

We saw those guys that were playing their guitars
And we wondered how they'd got so far
Like angels strumming on those silver strings
A gift from above, maybe one of those things
But play your chords and you play them true
Play that tune for her or for you
Strum those strings, it's what you do... what you do. 


Silver Strings

Quartet + Sonata

String Quartet in A Major - Movement 2

A tender, unadorned conversation between piano and saxophone.  A wistful dialogue — two voices gently drifting past each other - each lost in its own reverie. For a time, they move parallel, never quite touching, like strangers on adjacent paths. But as the piece wanes, they find each other in a shared breath of melancholy—a simple, still fragile harmony that lingers in the silence long after the final note fades.
An elegy not just for an ending, but also for everything unsaid.

Our Last Song

OurLastSong

BRAIN THERAPY #2 SESSION

wartsnall V

Eagle 252 (2025)

Moonbase Landing

Perpetual Melody

Symphonia

A call to SoundCloud to actually operate with content on their servers like they say they want to. The reality is very different and in my view just shows they exist for maximum profit like the rest of streaming platforms and not for the good of music

The Darkening Cloud (Poem and Notes)

Angus is a friend who I have known for 75 years and  in our youth played in a band together. We have recently crossed paths again and after all these years and aging illness he decided to get back to playing some music again-hope you can join Angus and his sincere vocal

My Way ( FT Angus Kennedy)

I'm so grateful to SoundCloud and it's amazing community of musicians and listeners for helping making a dream come true. Having worked for years at song writing and guitar technique, it's great to know that folks all over the world have listened, and there's even been a few radio airplays.
Congratulations to Soundcloud for opening the floodgates to the staggering amount of new talent that is emerging .... and also for letting folks like me have a go as well !

Silver Strings

Philip Bridle