I love it as I do everything you create. Musicals seem to have vanished. I think I may have watched Showboat on maybe TMC but a while ago. Your upbeat treatment is very cool. Happy feel with a bit of slide guitar sounds like a resonator guitar like a Dobro or a National.

Vocals & Lyrics - Tracy Hayden
Guitar - Mitch Brody
Bass - Chris Branch
Drums - Brian Henry

Hum Out the Ending

I'll hum the song
And put you to bed.
You sleep standing up,
I know you're spent.
Put down your head.
I'll hum the song
And put you to bed.
You're never by yourself.

If in the dawn you won't wake,
So many souls will gather near you.
I won't let myself break.

I'll hum the song
And put you to bed.
I need you to stir
And breathe on your own again.

I'll hum to you,
I'll hum to you
Until it's time.
You're not alone.
I won't let myself break.

Trust me, I know
In every corner of my heart
You were ready to go.

I'll hum to you,
I'll hum to you
Until it's time.

You're not alone.
You're not alone.
You're not alone.

It's so easy to see,
No easy endings, endings.

Trust me, I know.
Trust me, I know.

Hum Out the Ending

memorial day for you and your time together 

Memorial day  (2).m4a

Old Man River

a song of my past and present #original #originalsong #singersongwriter #folk #acoustic #indie #indiefolk #independent #artist #sad #sadsong #guitar 

This Is Me

Verse 1:
I’m the thunder after the rain’s dried up,
The cracked glass holding a half-filled cup.
Every step I take is a beautiful mistake,
Tracing paths in the dirt that I didn’t make.

I’m the fire that burns but doesn’t destroy,
The chaos spinning through the void.
They tell me to fix it, to clean up my act,
But this tangled life is the only one intact.

Chorus:
I’m the mess called Malin, stumbling strong,
Turning the broken into my song.
Who needs answers when questions feel free?
Call me a mess, but this mess is me.

Verse 2:
I’m the whisper that echoes louder than shouts,
A lighthouse for a sea of doubts.
I wear my flaws like a crown of gold,
Every scar a story waiting to be told.

The world spins fast, but I hold my ground,
In the rubble of dreams that come back around.
I’m the wind that carries what others let go,
A storm with roots, learning to grow.

Chorus:
I’m the mess called Malin, laughing through tears,
A spark in the dark that chases the fears.
Who needs perfect when wild feels right?
Call me a mess, but I’m shining tonight.

Bridge:
I’m the thread that doesn’t quite fit the weave,
The leaf that dances when the others leave.
Perfection’s a prison, and calm’s just a myth,
But this chaos I’ve built? I’m living with it.

Outro:
So here’s to the cracks, the untamed ways,
The beauty I find in these endless maze days.
I’m the mess called Malin, a story untamed,
And I’d never trade this life for something pre-named.

The Mess Called Malin

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Intro (Call with the D****)

Intro

Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac Tribute

Instrumental, Mastering by Garddwr Porffor
Vocals, Lyrics, Mix by Nadia Selvaggi

Father Christmas hands out presents to children at the Aid and Adoption Society home at Leytonstone. 7th December 1938. (Photo by Gerry Cranham)

Old Man River

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