Now it's time for the solo. Bahaha. Wicked.

Ivan sounds good! Very Sex-pistols sound to it and the song too!

Hot damn, a true sonic assault on the liver! I mean senses! I mean ... hot damn!

it's been such a long time, I almost thought I really forgot how to write a song.

truth is I've been writing songs, and hating them almost all, thinking "I can't make a comeback after months with this crap", but then I realized I was being too hard on myself. when I submitted the first song, it wasn't the greatest one but still I did it. so here it is, not the best song, but I gotta start somewhere, right? this song is about these last few months dealing with my anxiety and thinking "it all would be so much easier if I was just a child"

artwork by my amazing friend Ayelen Molina 💕

if you made it this far, you deserve at least some lyrics:

I think the clock is turning the other way
and a car has flipped around on the highway,
so I'll light up another candle for you.
Cause I'm a child in my own silly way,
the panic of losing you never decays.
And I get waken by the sirens,
cause they never need any silence
like I do.

How would I grow old without you, my friend?
I'd refuse to let go in the end.
How would I ever know how to be amused?
You never needed silence, like I do.

Children playing across the street,
why do I feel such jealousy?
I never asked to be this damaged and neither did you.
But life goes on, even against your will
and tears will pile up like water bills.
And getting up from bed in the mornings
sounds like casting a warning,
but it's up to you.

How would I grow old without you, my friend?
I'd refuse to let go in the end.
How would I ever learn how to lose?
You never needed to give in, like I do.

And I draw a day of my life in my head
thinking if maybe this time I can pretend
I don't shatter to pieces when I hear your name...
But I get waken by the sirens
cause they never need any silence,
like I do. 

water bills

Podcast

Podcast «Verity in minor» Vol 5. Self-confidence

Daria - She

Song a week challenge

This one has been a few months in the making - we're still not sure it's at the right tempo...I imagine it'll change a few more times!

No truth to this story in any way - whatsoever - for any of us

Also, the first outing with my guitar Ivan - imported from Russia, made in the 70's in the USSR. It's a real beast..split single coils, built in distortion, phase switches... a true eastern beauty!


Enjoy!

I Don't Drink Beer On A Friday Night

Thanks to the Song A Week gang.
When I was young my parents taught good manners could not just be bought.

They can be learnt if they are taught, like Sunday clothes on Thursday

The parents are both now long gone. Traditions are kept by their sons.

If I could only keep the one - that’s Sunday clothes on Thursday

 

Kickin’ stones with Murphy’s boys. Granma shushing, ‘too much noise.

A wee dram for my golden boys in Sunday clothes on Thursday’.

 

Proudly walking up Main Street. Tip our caps to those we meet.

Local folk aren’t slow to greet in Sunday clothes on Thursday.

Nikky Newark’s drum and fife played her to the after life.

I bid farewell to my dear wife in Sunday clothes on Thursday.

 

Kickin’ stones with Murphy’s boys Granma shushing, ‘too much noise.

A wee dram for my golden boys in Sunday clothes on Thursday’.

 

My children have all learnt the songs. They’re schooled to know what’s right and wrong.

I’m sure that I have passed along - Sunday clothes on Thursday

When it’s time to quit this life Nikky Newark’s drum and fife

Will send me off to join my wife in Sunday clothes on Thursday

 

Kickin’ stones with Murphy’s boys Granma shushing, ‘too much noise.

A wee dram for my golden boys in Sunday clothes on Thursday’.

 

When I was young my parents taught good manners could not just be bought

They can be learnt if they are taught, like Sunday clothes on Thursday.

The parents are both now long gone. Traditions are kept by their sons

If I could only keep the one - that’s Sunday clothes on Thursday

Sunday Clothes on Thursday. 20/02/21

Where the Buses don't Run

Photo credit Adrian Clark: https://www.google.com/search?q=fountain%20pen%20letter&tbm=isch&hl=en&tbs=il:cl&sa=X&ved=0CAAQ1vwEahcKEwig5Ljh_4XvAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQAg&biw=1519&bih=722#imgrc=1ssVPvRnWEdu1M under CC BY-ND 2.0: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/


I left a letter
Stabbed to the kitchen table
With the tip of a fountain pen

I said please
I willed the changing
But the only thing that’s changing
Is I ain't saying please

I left a shotgun
Shot into the morning
In every way at once

I said please
Don’t come looking
If the only thing you're looking
For is peace

And the only way
For the war to break
When the town, the city, the country is not big enough

Go find another one
Go find another one

Go find another one
And hope this one lasts
And the shots just glance
When the bullets fly
Go find another war
Please
Until we die

Change, please
Into something I can fight for life

Change Please - Song a Week 2021, Week 8

Song A Week 2021, week 8 the theme was "Change, please".
Please excuse me, if I ended up sounding a bit political again, but these were the words that came to me when faced with those two words.

The ice is melting, the white bear's escaping to town
The waters rising, soon the old coast is nowhere to be found
Wildfires are raging, raging out of control
"This isn't global warming, just something cyclical", we're being told
And Mother Earth is crying out; 
"Change, please change your ways before it's too late.
Change, please change your ways. This wasn't meant to be my fate" 

Storms - devastating, lives and possessions destroyed
The crust is crumbling, as we're greedily fracking for more oil
while Mother Earth is pleading;
"Change, please change your ways before it's too late.
Change, please change your ways. This wasn't meant to be my fate"

This after all is our home, that I,m talking about
If the roof is leaking, foundation breaking, you'd want to fix it, right?!

And Mother Earth keeps crying out;
"Change, please change your ways before it's too late.
Change, please change your ways. This wasn't meant to be my fate"

Song and image Copyright © Claes Akerblom

Change, Please (demo)

Photo from https://www.piqsels.com/en/public-domain-photo-jbapq/download under CC0 https://creativecommons.org/share-your-work/public-domain/cc0/.

You Could Turn Back, But Why Would You Want To - Song a Week 2021, Week 9

We woke at 3 am
Met at the top of Holyrood
Pulled the stars into our eyes with a telescope lens

God pulled a night sky curtain
We drew the constellations
Time reeled a night sky film
Shot with shooting stars until

We fell in love
You with someone else

You stopped waking at 3am

I hear he calls you a Cassandra
About the things you know are true
I count the ceiling tiles
In my sleepless bed at night

At 3:02 am
You had a baby girl
Anna Cassiopeia 
Welcome to the world



Photo: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lovers_Key_Stargazing_(Unsplash).jpg under CC1.0 https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/

Cassiopeia - Song a Week 2021, Week 9

Copyright Erin Wolf 2021
Instruments featured: Concert Ukelele, Guitar, Mandolin
Video (from "The Songs We Write" showcase): https://youtu.be/8fEsTn8kFik

Week 9 Prompt: You could turn back, but why would you want to?

meet me at the willow tree
where i'll give my love to thee
true to you i'll always be
together 'neath the willow tree

oh my dear
can you hear
our time is near
step out together - no fear

down by the crackling fire
i lay myself down on the wire
no matter what will transpire
here beside the crackling fire

oh my dear
can you hear
our time is near
step out together - no fear

you could turn back but why would you want to
when you know this love is true
side-by-side we'll see it through
you could turn back but why would you want to

oh my dear
can you hear
our time is near
step out together - no fear

meet me at the willow tree
where i'll give my love to thee
true to you i'll always be
together 'neath the willow tree

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