what a retro feel - and you can hear that desperation in your voice

this is amazing ♥️😍 check mine plz

Very well written and performed song. Love it!

Well done!! Awesome song and production! Love the lyrics and the delivery too! <3

An airy song with great use of reverb. Love the gated synths and chords

What a groove! Solid drive, hardhitting lyrics- powerful!

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

Some of Us is Me

2022 Janine Levinson
Guitar: Jonathan Beckenstein  @jonathan_beckenstein
   
I’m sorry that I’m not somebody else    
I’m sorry if I let my people down
I didn’t ask for anybody’s help        
I’m sorry that I waited for this long

But it’s like trying to move your life ahead with a stranger at the wheel 
While trying very hard to get along

I’m sorry that I wrecked my lover’s heart
I hope he knows I wrecked my own heart too
I should have looked somewhere outside myself
I hope there’s room for me inside of you

Cause I’ve been trying to stand up straight when I am broken past repair
And still trying very hard to fix what’s wrong 

Some folks have got it made 
Frolicking in the shade of live oak tree
But some of us we don’t sing so loud, 
And we’re looking down
Some of us is me

I sometimes wish tomorrow wouldn’t come
But yesterday has problems of his own 
Next to you’s the only thing I’ve got
I wish I knew someplace where I belonged   

And I’ve been trying to stand up straight 
‘Cause I was thinking you might share--
And make my little world not feel so wrong

Some folks have got it made 
Frolicking in the shade of live oak tree
But some of us we don’t sing so loud, 
And we’re looking down
Some of us is me

Some Of Us Is Me - with Jonathan Beckenstein

(On the Beat) Daddy - O

I’ve traveled the seas and I’ve wandered the lands
I’ve sprinkled the seeds grown into these grass
Encircled by peaks I’m unable to pass
I feel like a stone being crushed into sand

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Fall asleep with a gun and wake up with a knife
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
No blood on my hands no guilt in my mind
My body is old but I give what I can
These are the deeds of a desperate man

I came to a town where nobody smiled 
And tilted my hat to a woman and child
I offered support but the people were shy
Their soil ablaze and the desert is dry

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Cloak your skin from the sun fornicate with the night
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
Overcome by the heat and it messed with my mind
My shoulders are frail but I do what I can
These are the deeds of a desperate man

You can run all you want you can cower and hide
Fall asleep with a gun and wake up with a knife
The Devil has come to ruin our plans 
These are the deeds of a desperate man
You can dig all you want I’ve got nothing to hide
No blood on my hands no guilt in my mind
My body is old but I give what I can
These are the deeds of  a desperate man

Desperate Man

collaboration with IPG1.
Lyrics by IPG1 (aka Ian Greaves)

IPG1 & Quick On The Drawing - Oh Yeah Lou

Well i wrote this song for the Rolling Stones if they should ever get around to listening to it,  i have always been a big fan so i decided to mix a bit of Gospel, a bit of Blues and Hey presto a new song for Mick and Keith. In true Keith Richard tradition i took my Bass E string off and tuned the guitar to key of G. The main guitar is the Bridge pick up on the Les Paul giving a nice rounded sound and the lead is the bridge pick up more giving a more trebly and cutting through the mix a bit. No processing all clean as they sound. My vocals have a bit of Saturation and distortion and Compression to give me that bluesy sound, hope you'll like it and Mick & Keith if your out there let me know how i did..

Written by Johnny Mc Farlane for the Rolling Stones.

Wash My Soul in the River

IN A DOORWAY
IN THE SHADOWS
AS THE RAIN MUTES
THE NEON SIGNS


HANDS IN POCKETS
OF A SLICKER
MIDNIGHT STRAGGLERS
MEANDER BY

HOLLOW PROMISE
REMINISENCE
LIKE AN ARCING
ELECTRIC LINE

4:00 IN THE MORNIN’
SHE’S AT THE AFTERPARTY
NO ONE IS WARNIN’
SHE SHOULDN’T LEAVE ALONE, NO…

EVERLASTING
I DON’T THINK SO
EVERY BARGAIN
WILL BE BETRAYED

JESUS TOLD ME
I AM SPECIAL
CLOCK IS TICKING
IT’S JUDGEMENT DAY

FADE TO BLACK
SHE’S NOT COMING BACK

FADE TO BLACK
A FRESH MANIAC

Thanks to Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley, and Wheelwright for consultations various.

Amour Noir

Eine Kleine Dämmerlicht Musik

21st Century Chill Jab

Tranquilita / Paploviante 2023
Vocals: Mechi from Ghosthack www.Ghosthack.de
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Lyrics:
Mechi - Tranquilita
Si pa mi lo quiero yo solita
No estoy pa’ jugar, ser tu mistress
Sino nos vimo’ hasta la vista
Y me voy tra tra tra tranquillita

Tra tra tra tranquillita
Sigo tra tra tra tranquillita
Tra tra tra tranquillita
Chillin tra tra tra

Que a mi me respetas yo soy una estrella
Pa mi y pa las mias tragos y botellas

Me han buscado toa la vida
que no ves
que no ves
Yo reparto vitamina
pa tener pa tener
En la cama y si me rinde pa después
en el piso y luego contra la pared

Si pa mi lo quiero yo solita
No estoy pa’ jugar, ser tu mistress
Sino nos vimo’ hasta la vista
Y me voy tra tra tra tranquillita

Tra tra tra tranquillita
Sigo tra tra tra tranquillita
Tra tra tra tranquillita
Chillin tra tra tra

Que no ves yo no ando buscando dinero
Money la tengo toa la vista eso no es lo que quiero
Ey
Primero, Déjame mostrarte lo que quiero

Tra tra tra tranquillita
Sigo tra tra tra tranquillita
Tra tra tra tranquillita
Chillin tra tra tra

Tranquilita - Paploviante

Guitar quartet. Made during an unexpected bout of sobriety.

First Night Clean

Songwriter based in Chicago, Illinois.  Contact via email simplecircuitsmusic@yahoo.com or PM.  Thanks for your kind feedback!


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