To my granddaughter Ana, who is celebrating her first birthday today......

ANA'S GARDEN

Somewhat of an undemocratic approach to saving democracy, don't you think?
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For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles west of Austin, in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em prancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats that swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.
 
Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

White Lies

New Life

Something loose and fun to end the week.
A Howlin' Wolf style song.
Hey, in my mind, I'm a great dancer!!!

Lyrics:
We're rug cutting up a little on the dance floor
A little boot scuffin' on the rug (yes we do)
Sashay, into a little parlay with my girl
Bend, dip, twist, and twirl

I took my girl out for a dance on Friday night
And when the band kicked in, she said:
Something just doesn't seem right
I seem to dance on the 1s and the 3s (don't you see?)
High stepping, (yeah!) finger popping, that's what I do
You know when I work real hard
I really bust my moves

Yeah, I was busting my move
and she said to me
"Yeah, there's something wrong boo"
"cause you misaligned the groove'
Misaligned the groove
And that just goes to prove
Alcohol's the only thing that makes my dance moves improve

Rug cutting out on that dance floor
It's my St Louis Charleston flyover turnaround dance
Well, that's not your mother's mambo baby
Boot cutting, stripping down, turn your partner round
Bring em back around

Oh my girl, she calls me "Mr Slinky Bones"
Cause when I dance, I get real long and low
Real long and low
Mr Slinky Bones
She says: You dance like you think that you're  invisible
She calls  me
Mr Slinky Bones
I'm like a dog with 3 legs
Chasing his tail
I'm Mr Slinky Bones

Mr Slinky Bones

Home Beneath The Sun

Strolling backwards

Original track. Dean on all guitars and vocals. Master by Ted Rudduck @soundted

LYRICS
Talking to myself, yeah, that’s OK
Answer’s right every time
In the end, there isn't much left to say
Shut up shop, all is fine
So much grey, I pray for black & white
At the heart of bad I find the good
Stars shine brighter on the darkest night
Lingers longer than it should 
 
Empty, empty, empty, empty

So quick to quip and cover up your chip
Mistakes made, swallow pride
Sails are filling fast to steady up the ship
Skin is thick now, let it slide
Signs are posted, next direction clear
Treadmill hums along the same
Narrow viewpoint I don’t wanna hear
Pretend away the pain and shame

Will it fade away? Hopefully some day
 
Empty, empty, empty, empty
Again, again, again, again...

Empty

lyrics

I ain't a child no more
I make my own way
I will walk through that door
I see my own fate

emotional no more
emotional no more
emotional, emotional

I can make up my own mind
You don't have the say
I can make the glee inside
I set my own place

emotional no more
emotional no more
emotional no more
emotional no more
emotional, emotional

no more

emotional no more

at the green lake

THE PICTURE
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2020
Cover Artwork by Elke Fletcher (my Granddaughter)
YouTube Link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwZ2NQaqExM

LOOKING AT YOU, THE PICTURE SAYS A MILLION WORDS
JUST LOOK AT YOU, AND ON AND ON AND ON I GO

THINKING OF YOU, I COUNT THE DAYS THE WEEKS THE YEARS
I THINK I KNEW, A WAY TO FIND ANOTHER YOU

I.....I THINK ABOUT, THE TIMES WE HAD AND ALL THE FUN,
AND WHEN WE LAUGHED, TO SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN,
AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.....

I WISHED FOR YOU, BUT NEVER ONCE DID BREAK THE BONE
STILL LOVING YOU, AND ON AND ON AND ON I GO

I.....I THINK ABOUT, THE TIMES WE HAD AND ALL THE FUN,
AND WHEN WE LAUGHED, TO SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN,
AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.....
(BREAK)
I.....I THINK ABOUT, THE TIMES WE HAD AND ALL THE FUN,
AND WHEN WE LAUGHED, TO SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN,
AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON

AB Music

THE PICTURE (see info for video link)

I was interested in music in my early youth... so I soon got my first synthesizer and set up a small home recording studio.
over the years i played keyboards in 5 bands...the direction was rock...pop...blues and soul.
in the meantime i have discovered my enthusiasm for creating my own songs.
it makes me happy when I can compose...arrange...mix...produce and create something new.
it's like a passion to experiment with different styles of music... and it gives me a lot of joy.
the only limit is your imagination...
is my motto.
and everything is possible...you just have to try.

music is pure magic...and part of the soul...
no one can escape her
let the music guide your mind...and that's the only way you'll get the freedom...you've always wanted

New Life

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