"A Love Like No Other"

Recollections of flowing memories from when you entered my life
Your long black flowing hair & those beckoning eyes that still call me
It was obvious that we were never through which is why I returned
And in this world, who could ever say they knew of romance like this?
A Love Like No Other

Am deeply sorry for the pain I caused from an addiction that destroyed me
You were always the one & I struggled to cope with all I could not say
As time slowly passes by, I know in my heart you will be back in my arms one day
A Love Like No Other, a girl that gave me a reason to smile
A Love Like No Other, the connection of two souls that become one

Shane Beck (The Last American Poet)

1 - A Love Like No Other - Shane Beck

High Wire Wild Christopher & Unguided Express

What would I do different if I could  turn back time. 
Would I take a different path, not knowing what I'd find?
I didn't know to think about the consequence of actions? 
I lived a life based upon causes and reactions 

I think, who would I miss if I I chose a different road
I'd be a different person, someone I don't know. 
One tiny thing could change all things, a different way of life
Maybe something careless happened, maybe I would have died.

If I had done things differently, who would be my children?
You cannot miss what you never had, but still . . . then,
We learn from everything we do. Wisdom comes from learning    
We experience life as we age, growing fast and yearning

Would I want the joy of youth and erase the me I know? 
One tiny change, one subtle choice, doesn't mean no sorrow
It doesn't mean a better life, though different it would be
Don't wish away the life you have, be happy you are me.

There is No Looking Back

I wrote this song while thinking of my great friend Jim Maack, who was also my brother-in-law.  He was suffering from an especially aggressive form of cancer at the time and he was heavy on my mind.  All I could think of was the spirit of this man.  I recently spoke at his service which was attended by hundreds of people he touched - standing room only.  I can't begin to explain how amazing this person was.  This song captures his spirit in a small way.  He was the kindest, most positive person I've ever known.

Jim's Song

It's a song about those moments when the world amazes me- when the beauty and mystery of the world around me knocks me over.
Specifically, wandering back from the Old Town in Hastings after a couple of drinks on a lovely Summer night. The picture is one of my lino prints and shows Tackleway in Hastings, along with one of the badgers we see all the time round here, and are mentioned in the song.

Wonders and Sighs

What if time went back and everything was set to zero? Exciting or....

Was wäre, wenn die Zeit zurückgeht und alles wäre auf Null gesetzt? Spannend oder....

Back to Zero

Art and Miles
By David Husted

Vs
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Far more grace than we can see
often so deceived
To give, to give to give away
And find where tender lays

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Ch
We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

Pre Vs
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Vs
Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Outro
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Art and Miles

Sorry folks,I posted this public accidentally because I hadn't finished tweaking. The track my change a bit in the coming days!

I see you coming after me
Always playing dirty
Your single mission in this life
Is to try to hurt me

You make me really want to hate you all the way
In my head under my skin
Everything you say

Too hot to handle but I can't let go
I'm afraid what you may be
I'm a rabbit in the headlights you know
You'll be the death of me

You make me really want to hate you all the way
In my head under my skin
Everything you say

Fire in your eyes no disguise
Going for my throat
You'll never be satisfied
Til you take everything I own

Everything You Say

I began this piece around 3 years ago, when I had hit rock bottom mentally and emotionally.  I had only created the intro portion and had forgotten about it, only to resurrect and finish it this year. This is part of a series of deeper, more moody, but uplifting pieces that I plan to release as an EP.  I hope you enjoy the journey, and stay tuned for more!

And as always...
~Thank you for listening~

*I do not own the artwork and do not know the artist.  Let me know if you do.

Broken But Alive

Deep Sleep Twenty Three

in a world of confusion I held on to the things that made sense to me, the trees swaying in the wind, the crickets and bugs making noise, retro video game songs that filled me with life. these are the things that made me who I am.

my whole life I wanted to be seen, I wanted to feel emotions. but the world always found a way to take it from me. this is me attempting to give a space that doesn't take anything, a space that gives you compassion and empathy. 

I want to make sounds that inspire others to feel too.

take what you need from this space. 

only when ur ready

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands of different styles, from country to heavy metal and to 40. I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother, grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My son is also exceptional.  My great grandmother and gr grandfather sang and danced in minstrel shows (vaudeville) in the early 1900's. Kids today have no idea what life was like before moving pictures.  I now have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought! 

There is No Looking Back

Sonni Quick