Great (again) guitar vocal harmonies . Great song

Love the vocal layering sounds really good with the instruments

Verse 1
He was on a path to nowhere, then he raised his head
One day, he opened up his eyes and this is what he said to me.

Pre-Chorus 1
Brother I won’t hurt you, I’ll always be your friend
But if I don’t do something, with my life soon it will end
And you see, there’s no point in me carrying on, unless I change my evil ways.

Chorus
I’m gone, I’m moving on, I’m rolling down this road alone
I’m gone, I’m moving on, So raise a glass for me, farewell
I’ll see you soon on the other side, and it will be my brand-new day.

Bridge
Black sheep I know - We fall down
Addictions we bleed - We hold on
Hallelujah - Be strong
The brother I keep - He’s long gone

Verse 2
Seven years and not a word
Seven years I dreamed of change
And then, he showed up at my door
This is what he said to me

Pre-Chorus 2
Brother, please forgive me, for never coming home
I didn’t have the strength to stay here, the temptations long been gone
Believe me, I’ve bled my last drop of tainted blood, and I’ve changed my evil ways

Chorus 2
Long gone, back where I belong, I’ve found my way down the road back home
Long gone, back where I belong, Please open your hearts to me again
Or I’ll see you soon on the other side, and it’ll be my brand-new day

Brother

Don’t Unplug Me 

This one is for my kids.  I wanted to create the energy I feel as a father, through time spent with your child, living in a dream, floating along, embracing the time we have, and hoping it will never end:  unplugging is to remove the electricity to steal the energy of a life living with a heart full of love for your children) 

Verse 1:

Long before you could walk, you lift me up, and carried me.  
And now, here at my side, we get to float, above everything  

Pre-Chorus: 
Distant dreams or memories; doesn’t matter to me 
We have all that we need, so don’t let this end  

Chorus
Please don’t unplug me 

Verse 2: 
Well, we walk, and we talk, and you sing your songs to me 
With our heads, so stuck in the clouds, we are balloons, and we ain’t coming down 

Pre-Chorus: 
Distant dreams or memories; doesn’t matter to me 
We have all that we need, so don’t let this end 

Chorus
Please don’t unplug me

Dont Unplug Me

Just some snakes in the grass.
Slithering out in the road as you pass.
Fragments deep in the past.
You move on.

Like a cat in a bag.
Like a young lad on tag.
Like a wrinkled old hag.
Who belongs?

Take me away from it all.
Drag me up out of the squall.

Just a thorn in your side.
A lion sits watching and waiting besides.
Found a good place to hide.
Waiting on.

A teenager acting their age.
Considering things like a bird in a cage.
An empty box filled up with rage.
For no one.

Take me away from it all.
Take me away from the squall.
Take me away by the hand
Take me away from the land.
When we go...

...Sailing, on the sea.
We'll go sailing.
Just you and me.

Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing. 
Just take my hand.

We go sailing on the waves.
We go sailing, feeling brave,
and the warm sun will heat our bones.
As we go sailing, we alone.

Sailing on the sea.
We go sailing. 
Just you and me.
Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing.
Just take my hand.

Snakes/Sailing

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Dead On My Feet

All my dreams...
Are wrapped up in the wildest schemes.
A couple of ecstasy and a bottle of rum.
And, oh my days.
I'm never gonna leave this place.
Not even in lost disgrace.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
With many a prying spy.
The awkwardest of evil eyes.
But, the knives are out blunt.
Oh, I decry your sanity.
I missed out on all of the gravity.
I couldn't stand your rabbiting on.

All my dreams...
Contain the briefest glance at things.
The drabbest colours you could think of conjuring up.
And all the ways are blocked by blockers. 
People chase. 
The loudest knockers always win.
They won't let you in.

This town floats by...
The smack rats outside of the cafe cry,
and join the seaguls.
In the night, the noise carries on.
Oh, I despise your brevity.
Fake eye spy.
What was left for me?
A bitter lonely walk.
Towards your home.

All my dreams...
Will not amount to hills of beans.
The scales are tipping toward the mean.
Seems gravity won.
And, oh my days 
Can't even think of trying to place.
A donkey in a first-class race.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
The summer wards off evil eyes.
A vestibule, in which resides.
This place we belong.
Oh, I despise your currency.
Take away all of your love for me.
All that's left is...
This bottle of rum.

This bottle of rum.

All My Dreams

interrupt the emptiness in <M3

first take- emptiness in me 'draft'

There's a murmur.
On the breeze,
There is holding on as you float out at sea.
There's a love song.
That we waived.
There's a cradle. 
There's a grave.

There's a fractured melody.
There are people having riots in the street.
Life's a journey.
On the dole.
You do not get the time to work out any goals.
A quiet murmur.
Save your soul.

There's a murmur,
On the wind.
It's impossible to know where to begin.
Give your labour.
To your love.
You will always feel that judgment from above.

All the shouting,
From the screen.
When we turned it off, they did not have the means.
There is black,
and there is white.
There is half a chance that neither one is right.
Just a murmur.
Of a fight.

There's a man who.
Went to space.
When he crashed to earth, they didn't know his face.
There's a road to Mandalay.
Why are you so bothered what them people say?

Something changing.
For the good.
Someone helping you to navigate the woods.
Something growing.
Something strong.
It'll be alright if you ignore what's wrong.
Just a murmur.
Just a song.


Murmur

Son of a Gun 

Verse 1: 
I met a man down in Juarez 
He tried to sell me his (D) gun 
When I said that I wasn’t (A) interested  
He said gringo you buy it or (E) run 
He started telling a story  
It took all I had not to (D) cry  
Not because I didn’t have any (A) money 
(E) Or that I wasn’t willing to (A) die  
 
Chorus 1: 
(D) He said the love of my lives in America  
So, I’m begging you not to (A) run   
(D) The coyote awaits, my ride to states  
Help me (A) go to my bo-(E)y and (D) it’ll be my son for a (A) gun.  

Verse 2: 
I could tell that this man was no killer 
But that he could see no other (D) way 
As he cocked back his grandfather’s (A) pistol, and he aimed it straight at my (E) face  
I saw his hand shake on trigger  
And the desperate look in his (D) eye 
Good men can do bad when they’ve (A) lost all they had  
(E) At least he was willing to (A) try 

Chorus 2 
(D) I said Some men build walls to keep other men out  
Who the hell are we to (A) decide  
(D) don’t go doing something that you’re gonna regret  
Mister (A) I won’t ru-(E)n, (D) I’ll be your son of a (A) gun 

Verse 3: 
He lowered the pistol and took a deep breath 
I offered to buy him a (D) drink  
Said I’ll pay you to hear your (A) story if you’re willing to listen to (E) me 
Forget the coyote and your grandfather’s gun, I’ll get you back to your (D) kid.  
Let’s have a bottle of (A) whiskey and (E) a good night’s rest, just tell me where he (A) is. 
 
Chorus 3: 
(D) Said he stays with his aunt in Chicago 
I haven’t seen him in seven (A) years 
Just a (D) picture or two, all I have to get through. 
Mister, (A) I miss my so-(E)n 
I said, (D) I’ll get you there or I’ll be a son of a (A) gun  
 
Bridge: 
(D) just because a man drew a border 
Don’t mean that I don’t (A) belong  
(D) To that son of a bitch in the White House 
I’ll (A) be here long after you’re (E) gone 
To the (D) ones that are building his wall 
You can make it as tall as you (A) want (D)  
(A) If it’s the land of the free  
(E) Well that includes me  
You won’t stop us from (D) coming (A) across  

Chorus 4: 
(D) When we landed in Chicago 
(A) He could hardly believe his eyes  
Then he (D) fell to his knees, shot a smile at me  
And he (A) held his so-(E)n 
Yeah, (D) I tipped my hat  
And went home a son of a (A) gun.

Personal Earthquakes

Son of a Gun

"Trevor Said" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a raw, emotional acoustic ballad featuring only percussively strummed guitar and heartfelt vocals delivered in a distinct British accent. With minimalist instrumentation, the song paints vivid portraits of everyday struggles and personal stories, blending folk-rock with social commentary. The stripped-down arrangement allows the poignant lyrics and gritty vocal performance to take center stage, echoing influences from British folk and working-class protest songs. It's a powerful reflection on life’s hardships, resilience, and the scars we carry.

Lyrics

Trevor said he never expected
The thoughts in his head to amount to anything 

Jennifer sits alone in her bedroom
Wondering why the phone never rings


Cathy thinks she wants a divorce
Her husband Jeff doesn’t know it yet


Lucia’s worked 10 years in a factory 
Doesn’t see her kids
But it pays the rent


Can I paint you a picture?
Have you seen it before?
The life and the love and the loss
And yet you ask for more


Life is hard, you can pretend but anyway
How frail we are
Here tomorrow gone today
The pain’s so sharp take me, take me far away
Yet here we are
Showing off the scars we made


Edna said she never expected
To live this long but the end is nigh


The teenage years are always the hardest
Melissa texts and wonders why 

David’s waiting for life to get started 
Anna wishes she had a plan


Christian sits there broken hearted
Thomas is ready to make a stand


Can I paint you a picture?
Have you seen it before?
The life and the love and the loss
And yet you ask for more


Life is hard, you can pretend but anyway 
How frail we are
Here tomorrow gone today
The pain’s so sharp take me, take me far away
Yet here we are
Showing off the scars we made


You can pretend but anyway
You can pretend but anyway
Life's Hard

Trevor Said by These Guitars Say Sorry | Acoustic Folk Rock | Working-Class Ballad

You probably know that great feeling when a working week is behind you and the weekend is just around the corner. And when your partner, who has to work on Saturday morning, says to you: take a rest, relax! Actually, the apartment should be tidied up, the pile of laundry taken down and ... . When he or she has gone to work, you take the advice, get creative, sing or simply do nothing. In such cases, melodies and words come to mind. But when you return home, you have to hear that you're a lazy sod and haven't done anything in the apartment. Well, at least I can sing a song and everything will be fine again ... Dabdabdab - this song was written some weeks ago. - All the best, Gert (Video supported by canva.com)

Du kennst sicher das tolle Gefühl, wenn eine Arbeitswoche hinter Dir liegt und das Wochenende lacht. Und wenn dann noch die Partnerin oder der Partner, der am Samstagvormittag arbeiten muss, zu Dir sagt: Ruhe Dich mal aus, entspanne! Eigentlich müsste die Wohnung aufgeräumt werden, der Wäscheberg abgebaut und ... . Wenn sie oder er dann zur Arbeit gegangen ist, nimmst Du den Rat an, bist kreativ, singst oder machst einfach nichts. In solchen Fällen fallen mir Melodien und Worte ein. Doch nach der Rückkehr musst Du Dir dann anhören, dass Du ein fauler Sack bist, nichts in der Wohnung gemacht hast. Naja, ich kann dann wenigstens ein Lied vorsingen und alles wird wieder gut ... Dabdabdab - dieser Song entstand am 1. Juni 2024. - Alles Liebe, Gert

Dabdab

The week is over - the weekend is smiling,
take a rest, she said to me,
and already she's on her way, I'm alone,
I don't feel like swinging the broom,
I'd rather be creative, sing, compose.

Dab dab dab dab dab dab dab

A lot has happened, some things to remember,
some to forget, she dances in my head.
Will I write a song until she comes back?
I don't feel like swinging a broom,
What should the topic be? I can't think of anything right now.

Dab dab dab dab dab dab dab dab

Minutes pass - pick up the guitar,
take a rest, she said to me,
said, done, it's not difficult,
I might regret it later,
when she grunts at me: You lazy bastard.

Dab dab dab dab dab dab dab dab
I'll just present my best smile,
tell her how much I love her and that I did what she told me,
rested and made up a new melody especially for her.

Dab dab dab dab dab dab dab dab
(Lyrics & Music by Gert Holle - 1. June 2024 / Video supported by canva.com)

Dabdab
Die Woche geschafft -das Wochenende lacht,
ruhe Dich mal aus, hat sie zu mir gesagt,
und schon ist sie unterwegs, ich bin allein,
ich habe keine Lust, den Besen zu schwingen,
möchte lieber kreativ sein, singen, komponieren.

Dab dab dab dab dab dab

Viel ist passiert, manches zum Erinnern,
manches zu vergessen, sie tanzt in meinem Kopf.
Ob ich ein Lied schreibe, bis sie wiederkommt?
Ich habe keine Lust, den Besen zu schwingen,
was soll das Thema sein? Mir fällt gerade nichts ein.

Dab dab dab dab dab dab dab

Minuten verrinnen – greife zur Gitarre,
ruh Dich mal aus, hat sie zu mir gesagt,
gesagt, getan, das ist nicht schwer,
vielleicht bedauere ich es später sehr,
wenn sie mich anraunzt: Du fauler Sack.

Dab dab dab dab dab dab dab
Ich werde einfach mein bestes Lächeln zeigen,
sage ihr, wie sehr ich sie liebe und dass ich getan habe, was sie mir gesagt hat,
mich ausgeruht und eine neue Melodie speziell für sie komponiert habe.
Dab dab dab dab dab dab dab

Dabdabdab - Gert Holle - 250124

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