Written for my wife Maria, melody came to me in a dream, and the lyrics came not long after.
Strings by Maria Grig, St. Petersburg Russia.  
Strings arranged by John Lee Sanders
Lyrics by John Lee Sanders and Michael deCroix.
Music Composition, John Lee Sanders
Full CD available to purchase on bandcamp.com
JLS, Piano, additional strings, Tenor Sax
Mick Mestek, Drums
Bruce Kaphan, Pedal Steel Guitar
Bach Norwood, Upright bass
Mastering, Airshow, Boulder CO

Tweakin' Some Twang

Joy In the Morning

Join Peter Dills as he sits down with Randall Michael Tobin, the creator of "Random Acts of Breadness" Discover fascinating story behind his sourdough passion, and how the pandemic shaped his baking journey why one loaf of bread can change a strangers day

Random Acts of Breadness the art of Sourdough Bread

PLANET TEXAS

They rode like they was Rangers  
when they came out of the skies.
They had high tech horses, 
with the beacons in their eyes. 

My Colt was cocked and ready 
when I looked into their face.
I’d seen they weren't just common Buckaroos, 
born of the human race. 
No sir!  These Cowboys came from space.

Their shootin' irons shot laser light 
and their spurs was anodized,
bandanas caked with star dust 
and their jeans is pressurized.

They had twenty gallon Stetson hats, 
that turned sometimes and glowed.
And their boots let off a slight exhaust, 
so when they walked their feet just flowed,
about an inch above the road.

Yupee-i-a-a-a-y-e-e

Well they said howdy partner,
don't get yourself alarmed.
We don't mean to bring you trouble
We don't mean to bring you harm.

Us boys is goin' ridin',
why don't you come along,
You could surely take a little break.
Come on, it won't take long, 
and you look tired of writing songs.

Well I thought I best be careful.
It be foolish to get him riled.
When a cowboy got a side iron, 
that shoots for fifty miles.

And he handed me a halter
and I  tightened up the girth.
But before I hit the saddle, 
we were miles above the earth.
Looking down on ol’ Fort Worth.

Yupee-i-a-a-a-y-e-e
Yupee-i-o-o-o-o-o-o

I seen London, Paris, Budapest,
Kashmir and Tokyo.
And there ain't no sight like a desert night,
looking down on Mexico.

To the moons of Mars and Jupiter
'round Saturn’s rings we rode.     
past the frozen plains of Pluto      
where even the sun shines cold.  
And man I do mean cold.             

Then our interstellar stallions
sailed through a starless void.
There was nothing to miss, in that emptiness,      
not even a stray asteroid.                                

'Till we picked up the trail of a comet tail,
man, you can't even dream that far!                                   
and our galloping beat, like the rhythm,
of an old cat gut guitar,
just a strummin' to the distant stars.

Yupee-i-a-a-a-y-e-e

Well it could’ve lasted minutes
or a hundred thousand years.
But they got me down, and I was safe and sound 
and it hadn't even popped my ears.
 
Then they reared back on their broncos
and they shot a bolt of light.
I knew they were the good guys,
yes sir! you got it right
'cause their cowboy hats was white.

Well, I asked them, as they pulled their reigns
towards the setting sun,
"before you go I'd like to know
just where you boys come from." 

Well they opened up a star chart
and said "right here where this X is.
It's the Biggest place in outer space,
a planet known as Texas.
That's right I just said Texas.

Yupee-i-a-a-a-y-e-e
Yupee-i-o-o-o-o-o-o

Planet Texas

Every Day with You (Is Christmas for Me) is a song not only for the winter holiday season, but really for all year round. The subject is how everything in your life can change completely, once you find the right person to share your life with. Performed by Amy Buccellato, the song was written and produced by Randall Michael Tobin. 
©Theta Sounds Music (ASCAP)

EVERY DAY WITH YOU (Is Christmas for Me)

Credits follow lyrics
     Lyrics
We only see one side
Teeming millions we never hear from
Everyone has cried
And coped as best we can
WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?

Everyone alive
Grew up in a different story
By the age of five
A pattern snapped in place
The painting has been framed 
WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?

How are we different?
How much the same?
Anyone’s blood may save me one day
And there may be no way to say “Thank you”.

So get outside your tribe
Into skin of another color
Feel that human vibe
Watch from a camera in your brain
We’ve seen it all before.
WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?
____________________________________________________
SPECIAL THANKS TO
Dan Bridston                 Vocal Coach
Randall Michael Tobin  Producer, Engineer, Musician

Recorded at Theta Sound Studio in Burbank, CA

PEACE   
Steve   
                                     Copyright by Stephen Sharp 2017

SOME DAY

WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?

Bah Humbug

This is a track I started on way back in 2013. I had bought the Realivox Blue from Realitone - a vocal sample plugin for Kontakt, where you can build syllables and phrases. Recorded just one lady singing so you can get some nice stuff. However I couldn't get it to be exactly as I wanted because the pronounciation is a little limited and things tend to get artificial. So it's only oohs, aahs and such here.. but I finally got it together and finished now.. only five years on the shelf! ;)

Retro Grooves Vol. 3

Isabella's Dream

A metaphorical mammalian melodrama in the land of the dinosaurs—a song of angst and despair, and of love and hope.  Followed, millions of years later, by the excited primate calls from the forest canopy.

Credits follow lyrics
      Lyrics

     [WHAT WILL THERE BE]

What will there be when our love is over
What will be left after everything’s said and done
When there’s no tomorrow
What will there be?
Pterodactyls perching on the powerlines
How can we puny mammals survive?
Tyrannosaurus mafia and brontosauran law
The scream of death for us from nine to five

What will there be when our love is over
What will be left after everything’s said and done
When there’s no tomorrow
What will there be?
Prehistoric Stockholm, the port of flesh and blood
Is not the sort of place for a love like ours
Extinction is awaiting us beyond the neon bend
We lie alone and die among the flowers
We hold each other in the morning dew
Outside the city of the proud
Our love is something they will never know
Oh, I love you so

What will there be when our love is over
What will be left after everything’s said and done
When there’s no tomorrow
What will there be?
Dinosaurs have given up believing in the sky
They assume that they will always rule the land
We lie alone together, staring at the stars
Knowing we may never understand, so

What will there be?
What will be left?

     [PRIMATE TO DINOSAUR]

Yay for me up in the tree, yay for me.
Boo for you down in the goo, boo for you.

_________________________________________________
THANKS TO THE COLLABORATORS
Dan Bridston      	Vocal coach
Randall Michael Tobin  	Producer, engineer, musician. etc.
Basil Fung		Guitars
Recorded at Theta Sound Studio, Burbank  CA

PEACE
Steve

WHAT WILL THERE BE?      ©1990 by Stephen K. Sharp
PRIMATE TO DINOSAUR     ©1981 by Stephen K Sharp