14 new original acoustic tracks from Somewhere77' and ©CrackerJack with rock, acoustic, folk and blues influences.

Whipped, Stripped & Almost Unplugged

This instrumental track is very relaxing and sets a mood of easy, overcoming feelings

Another World

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Youtube: https://youtu.be/JEJt0uJjFiA?si=GrJb6KrC4BZvRDxe
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/1Q5u7NoSRxskqBgSW4FZs6?si=6410317076b04e2b
Amazon: https://music.amazon.de/albums/B0D87M761C?marketplaceId=A1PA6795UKMFR9&musicTerritory=DE&ref=dm_sh_VxwqVHqKCRBn5RgOdrhep8RsR
Apple: https://music.apple.com/de/album/what-really-matters/1754673856?i=1754673857
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Lyrics:

Another day, I'm running fast
Chasing shadows that don't last
Important now, or so it seems
But will it matter in my dreams?

Time slips away, like sand through my hands
Stress builds up, as life's clock demands
But in this race, what do I gain?
When all I feel is this strain

We're caught up in the moment's hue
(Moment's hue)
Forgetting what really matters, what's true
(What matters, what's true)
Wasting energy on fleeting things
While life's real melody quietly sings

Deadlines loom, notifications chime
I'm a slave to the present time
But years from now, will I recall
These urgent tasks, so pressing, so small

Breathing deep, I start to see
The bigger picture of who I could be
If I let go of the daily grind
And focus on peace of mind

We're caught up in the moment's hue
(Moment's hue)
Forgetting what really matters, what's true
(What matters, what's true)
Wasting energy on fleeting things
While life's real melody quietly sings

What if we paused, took time to reflect
On the path we're on, the life we select
Would we choose differently, rearrange
Our priorities, make a change?

We're caught up in the moment's hue
(Moment's hue)
Forgetting what really matters, what's true
(What matters, what's true)
Wasting energy on fleeting things
While life's real melody quietly sings

So let's listen close, to that gentle refrain
And find what truly eases the pain
(Eases the pain)
In life's grand story, not just today
What will matter, when we're old and grey?

What Really Matters

I’m driving home,
Running low on gasoline,
Every traffic light,
Is turning red instead of green,

Heading home,
Wish I was in a limousine,
I could close my eyes, 
And think of places where I’ve been,

Paying no attention to the signs,
My thoughts are borderline,
Feels like places that I’ve seen,
But I’ve never been,

But I’m still driving home,
How long is it gonna be,
Pass the county line,
Heading where I wanna be,
When I’m home,
I’ll be where I need to be,
No more traffic lights,
Nothing else I need to see,

Don’t need to look out for the signs,
Heading back to what I know is mine,
Don’t know why I would wanna leave,
It’s what I breathe, 

But I’m still driving home,
How long is it gonna be

Driving Home

I’ll see the morning light,
Happens almost every night,
Just where the hell did we go,
I’m just settling now,
Still buzzing I don’t know how,
I’ll wonder where the days go,

And I feel I’m high, Like my ego, 
But I’m running wild, in the middle of the road, 
Just where did we go, 
Am I high, or placebo, 
I’m running wild, in the middle of the road,
Just where did we go,

Silence kicking in now,
I can barely hear a sound,
Just drowned out by my ego,
Not going to fight,
When it’s almost every night,
Now I’m thinking where can we go,

Cos I’m feeling high, Like my ego, 
And we’re running wild, in the middle of the road, 
Just where did we go, 
Are we high, or placebo,
We’re running wild, in the middle of the road, 
Just where did we go,

It’s the morning light again,
Gotta stop I don’t know when,
And find out where’d my sleep goes,

And I been too high, like my ego,
Sick of running wild, in the middle of the road, 
Just where did we go,
Are we high, or just evil,
We’re running wild, in the middle of the road

High

A song about being lucky enough to be with someone that can get the best out of you and vice versa.
If you have the right person or people in your life then it doesn't matter where you are.

Watch the time away and think about just where we want to be, 
Every day we always think about the things we want to see,
Doesn’t matter anything whatever something we believe,
And here we and you are smoking your last cigarette with me,

There is nowhere,
We need to be,
Just stay with me, 

I’ve become a better man,
Cos you helped me out, and helped me understand, 
And we’ve been all over this, 
Just take me by the hand,
I’ve become a better man, 

Watch more time away just thinking of the things we might achieve,
Could be anywhere, we talked about a place beside the sea,
Doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we are free,
And here we are again just smoking your last cigarette with me, 

There is still nowhere,
I’d rather be,
Stick with me,

I’ve become a better man,
When you helped me out, and helped me understand, 
And I’m still in love with you, 
Since you took me by the hand,
And I became a better man

Better

There’s things that I want,
Always look out for you,
And all that you need,

It’s not that I choose,
Don’t do things easily,
And sometimes I lose,

Am I living a lie when I’m thinking of you,
Or just killing time,
And hoping that you’ll be ready, 
When I need you, 

Is this what I need,
You looking out for me,
And all that I bleed,

Are you living a lie when you’re thinking of me,
Or just killing time,
And hoping that I’ll be ready,
When you need me, 

Maybe I’m thinking too deep,
I think aloud when I can’t sleep,
I’ll keep living in my head with you,
Living in my head with all of you,

Maybe I think differently, 
I sing along when I can’t sing,
I’ll keep living in my head with you,
Living in my head with all of you

Living In My Head

There was a time around a place I was before, 
Every night I died and in hell I had the tour, 
Held up my arm ‘til someone took me by the hand,  
And I have come,
Far from where I’m from, 

Cos I believe, 
In destiny,

Here in the days and nights, before the night before, 
Having the fires of hell racing through the door, 
I’m in a bad head space, yeah you heard it all before, 
But I became, 
The only flame, 

Cos I believe, 
In destiny,

Cos I believe, 
In destiny,
I believe,

There was a time around a place I was before, 
Every night I died and in hell I had the tour, 
Held up my arm ‘til someone took me by the hand,
And I became,
The only flame

I Believe In Fire

Its always the same, 
You are my nemesis again, 
Its hard to forget, 
I will always remember the rain, 

Its always the same, 
How come I no longer miss, 
Taking the blame, 
I don’t wanna remember again, 

I needed you, 
Now its time to fly away to something new, 

How could I be so obsolete, (how could I be)
More than my mind could ever dream, 
I was so caught up in you, (So caught up in you)
If I had my time again, (If I had my time)
I would save me from the pain, 
You were so caught up in you, (So caught up in you)

How could I be so obsolete, (how could I be)
More than my mind could ever dream, 
I was so caught up in you, (So caught up in you)
If I had my time again, (If I had my time)
I would save me from the pain, 
You were so caught up in you, (So caught up in you)

Always The Same

CatyDoggir

Dead Mouse In My Mailbox

The latest track from my Not Completely Useless project. I tend to think of it as a low-key one for me - still quite a bit going on; Sonic Youth-style triplet feel intro, bass grooves, organ, touches of syncopation and a change of pace for the outro... there's just not as much guitar heroics as usual.

This one is about missing my kids when I was away at a festival. And my eldest daughter - then 6 I think - wrote the lyrics for the chorus.

Empty

Home Beneath The Sun

Souvent nous revient cette curieuse envie de changer le monde parce que certaines choses ou pour certain beaucoup de choses nous dérangent ou déplaisent, mais c’est en fait un jugement qui nous appartient, c’est donc surement le monde à l’intérieur de nous qu’il faut changer, notre perception, car personne n’a le même ressenti pour les mêmes choses, la paix intérieure est en nous c’est ce que j’essaie tous les jours de comprendre et de suivre, la résilience, le contentement pour accéder à cette paix intérieure. Lâcher prise en faisant confiance à cette force invisible qu’est la vie et son équilibre, se laisser un peu porter lorsque c’est trop difficile.
 Gandhi disait : Personne ne peut te blesser sans ta permission, le bonheur c’est un état d’être, le bonheur c’est un choix que l’on fait le matin au réveil, ou pas. Nous sommes libres de notre état d’être

Voici 3 livres que j’aime particulièrement :
Le bonheur de Frederic Lenoir
Messager de lumière de Neale Donald Walsh
Danser le rêve de Jamie Sams

Image et cœur : https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
Chant et musique : Steph Ouna

 Parole :
C’est un musicien
Toujours pressé d’aller plus loin
Qui s’enfuit dans le lointain
Avec son âme à la main
Comme il s’enfonçait
Au plus profond de la forêt
Le vent se mis à souffler
Pour l’empêcher de tomber

refrain :
Lever les mains, vers le haut
Profiter il fait beau, ça nous donne tellement chaud
Qu’on est si près des oiseaux, on se sent libre au bord de l’eau
Et on y trouve le repos, on garde le tempo,
mais où sont cachés les défauts

Et dis-moi le musicien, je crois que l’on se sert de toi
Quel contraste sur ton chemin, tu sais qu’il n’y a ni raison, ni lois
Et t’y perds un peu parfois, tu te crois à l’abris de ça
Et l’on ne donnerait pas cher de toi, si l’on ne te connaissait pas

A vouloir partir trop loin, aller jusqu’à se rendre fou
Puisque rien ne nous retient, alors regarde ce qu’ils ont fait de nous
Essaye toujours de rester debout, même quand la lumière s’éteint
Et que la douleur te cloue, comme l’ancre sur un parchemin

Et mon pauvre musicien, tu avais envie d’aller jusqu’au bout
Mais tu n’es pas magicien, tu es là pour nous faire rêver, c’est tout
C’est comme un nœud qui se dénoue, puis la vie reprend son chemin
Alors on sent ce vent si doux, qui semble venir de si loin

refrain :
Lever les mains, vers le haut
Profiter il fait beau, ça nous donne tellement chaud
Qu’on est si près des oiseaux, on se sent libre au bord de l’eau
Et on y trouve le repos, on garde le tempo,
mais où sont cachés les défauts

Le chemin du musicien

B side to Good Boy

Bad Bad Boy

Doggie, doggie, ain’t I cute, your little fellow
I’ve got this urge, it happens when I’m bored
You’ve gone out clubbing, this apartment sure is lonely
Solo standing, tail wagging by that open closet door

And there they sit, lined up ready for attention
I slide my tongue up those designer heels
Oh, the fragrance of Italian patent leather
I'm a canine in the candy store with 100 scrumptious meals

Just chew and salivate
Your stilettos taste supreme
All those juicy platform wedges 
I got Guggi in my dreams
Who cares about the colour
Red or blue or black or green
I’ve been a bad, bad boy

Yummy, yummy, your pumps, they sure beat rawhide
Forbidden fruit,  it's like a caviar bone
Your smell it lingers, my snout's inside the toe box
My jaw is thrusting as I grunt and I moan

Then you walk in, home early, unexpected
Pieces of Prada lying everywhere
I hear you screaming, OMG just "F-ing drop it!”
Goodbye, my shoe, my love, I’m running under the chair

Just chew and salivate
I’ve been shaken from this scheme
If I only had more time
I’m in trouble again it seems
I’ll just flash my sad, dark eyes
Turn on my charm machine
I’ve been a bad, bad boy
Bow wow
Bow wow







 







Bad Bad Boy (demo)

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

Megacosm

Quettaknots

Somewhere77’ is a London based self-taught solo artist, delivering more of a traditional song writing style with rock, acoustic, folk, country and blues influences.

2024 saw the release of the debut album “Whipped, Stripped & Almost Unplugged” which is a fully acoustic album of original songs featuring the Taylor 214CE DLX and recorded on a Boss BR80. 

Further releases of "Take Me", "Won't Let You In", "Hold On" and "Don't get Along" have since followed which will be part of the next album called "The Road to Retrospection" in the near future.

Yes my vocals can be an acquired taste (this is not my day job! 😂) but I do hope that you can at least enjoy the musical melodical side of things.

With occasional assistance from long time friend and collaborator ©️CrackerJack on various tracks, both artists are proud to produce and share music with you and hope that you can find a song among what we have created.

Much Love

Always The Same

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