Very lovely song with beautiful harmonies and playing

A pretty and picturesquely described song full of serenity. Beautiful work.

You must have put your heart and soul into this. It's majestic.

floating into the mist. Super on the melody/sound/lyrics

Very nice. Love the sound and piano playing.

Folk & Singer-Songwriter

Echoes In Your Mind (Lyrics)

Son take my advice…you can turn the tide
Take a look inside, to the echoes in your mind

The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Step out of your head, face the day instead
Listen and you’ll find…the echoes in your mind

Life is only a flash in time, the night is dark before the light
The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Son take my advice…it’s all with your sights
Listen to what’s right…to the echoes in your mind…

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Echoes In Your Mind

Pretty soon things will come undone
Despite the bounty we have won

Silver Screen

A nice happy song about walking home drunk

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Walking home alone
Drunk and counting stars
The wind it chills my bones
But the whiskey warms my heart
My friends tell me I'm prone
To cherishing my scars
And though I quite like being alone
That will only get me so far
And I know that I've come so far

Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Got these two hands and these bones
Got the blood inside my heart
Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Soon I will be home
But my keys are in the bar
Oh no!

Me Against The Dark

I Got You On My Mind

(This is dedicated to my Step-Dad and to his battle with dementia.  It’s a song about time, how things are constantly changing, and yet, when you look in the mirror, there you are, and yet the decay, the age, mistakes and wisdom, one can hope, at the end of the day, no matter what has been had, what has been lost, you will have at least one thing, even if just a hand full, of beautiful memories…of people, pain, loss, love, hope, and everything in between.  Yet, for some, the curse is to look in the mirror and have nothing, to have lost it all, that sense of fear, grief, and frustration..  my step dad lost everyone in the end.  There were only two people he recognized.  My Mom and I - a blessing I will always be grateful to have had).  He was a beautiful man and this song, in all the irony of the lyrics, is for him.  

Verse
Was a time, a time to play, time to pray
All that time, what a waste, what a pity, oh fool, shake my walls, blow me down.

Just a face, unaware, just another day.
Just a phase, all we had, it’s a crime
oh pity, oh fool, mind your head when you fall 

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Verse
In the dark, in the back, what a way to live, you a dance I could never forget, oh pity oh fool, tell me who I see now so

Like a dream, but nightmares are dreams too, in my head, but my mind I stilI find you, oh pity, oh fool, take my hand lead me out 

Chorus
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Not a game, never same, we all fade away, but these tricks, it’s so hard to find you, oh pity oh fool, seems all is lost now

In the end, through the tears and the madness, find a smile as you echo among us, oh pity of fool, are you here with me now.  

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Personal Earthquakes

I've Got You On My Mind

I've Got You On My Mind (Ballad for Joe)

When It's True

Only small bits emerge from the mist.
Where's the mind been hit? years of insanity.
The best ones have only good intentions.
But they're not strong. Curse your humanity.
A loud sound from somewhere within you.
It's not allowed, a strain on the sinew.
A burden and you're a latecomer.
A silence crept right in among us.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks.
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist castaway now, for better or worse.

A stormy horizon.
May offer some truth.
An escape from the silence,
A room with a roof.
A glint in the corner of any minds eye.
But no, somethings missing, it's all been a lie.

Oh we fall out, the cloudy abyss.
Trudging wet legs, down from the mist.
Hang your ceiling, spongy wet moss.
Girl I'm no fool,  no one's my boss.
No good longing, life passes by.
Some weeks turn to years, we all use our eyes.
A plain daunting, return to a home.
To seek more time, stuck out alone.

A seat where you sit,
and just stare into space.
A friend that's gone missing.
You must have a case.
The tacit acceptance of any old lie.
The mist can appear in the blink of an eye.

The dragon's they drew, on the edges of the maps.
Who refused to submit? Who refused what they lacked?
The laughs of the sailors who'd been there before.
A knife in The Temple, you know what's in store.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
On the road.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
Down the road.

Only some bits, emerge from the mist.
As your mind flits, back into sanity.
The worst things, happen to people.
Forget your middle class apathy.
See you, I know what you're thinking.
Not clever, what's with the drinking?
A mean look, in your minds eye.
The years roll, life passed you by.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks,
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist, castaway now, for better or worse.

The small bits, that emerge from the mist.
The mind takes its hits, proof or profanity.
The best one, only good intentions.
But not strong, curse my humanity.
A quiet voice from somewhere within you.
Say's no more. not what I'm into.
No burden, forge into winter.
The mist rolls. The mist that you enter.


The Mist

I aimed for a caribbean feel using skank guitar, organ bubble, bass and percussion punctuated by a trombone chorus. I also added a sort of descant using a sampled accordeon to complement the voice. Overall I planned this as a response to what I could hear in the vocal line. For this reason the trombone riffs and snare patterns were totally improvised while listening to the voice.

tim holden

Neev Seawall Remix (ath)

Uh, well...maybe more like an alternative to alternative?

Waiting Too Long

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"Joyful Bustle or Run, Run, Run" is an exhilarating jazz composition that effortlessly encapsulates the spirit of a lively celebration. With its spirited tempo and infectious melodies, this track invites you to revel in a world of musical merriment. As the brass instruments dance with the rhythm section, it's impossible to resist the urge to move your feet. The whimsical notes of the piano and the sassy vibraphone improvisations playfully intertwine, creating an atmosphere of pure delight. "Run, Run, Run" is not just a catchy refrain but a musical mantra that encourages you to embrace the joyful rush of life, evoking feelings of excitement and freedom. Whether you're dancing the night away or simply seeking an auditory escape, this composition is your invitation to join the exuberant adventure of sound and rhythm. So, let the "Joyful Bustle or Run, Run, Run" transport you to a world where music is the ultimate expression of unbridled happiness and movement.

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Snake

The shortest distance to yesterday is a hundred million miles! Featuring Mwa Mwayii Mphande (Black Pace) on vocals, Shael and Chris on guitars, and Randy Doherty jammin' the keyboards.
Lyrics
Did you know, there's a girl, and she lives over there
and she wears pretty clothes and puts flowers in her hair
and I used to hang my hat on a nail by the door
but that nail's driven home. I'm not welcome anymore.
     Everybody's made of stars, but my feet are made of clay
     A quarter million English words, and I don't know what to say
     I've been around the world, but it still takes me a while
     The shortest distance to yesterday is a hundred million miles
Did you know, time and space are just a dream
Maybe I can go back and repair the way it seems
Did you know, on the ground, lay the pieces of my heart
But then again, I'm the one who's been tearing it apart
     Everybody's made of stars..

Tequila Monday Project

A Hundred Million Miles

A Hundred Million Miles (featuring Black Pace)

This song is just about feeling like no matter what you do it always ends up with some less than favorable unexpected result.

Karma Machine

I am writing songs about old age that together will form an album about this theme. This song is about Parkinson's disease. Many people are familiar with the external (physical) symptoms of this disease, the psychological symptoms are less known. 'Into the Wings' is about what Parkinson's does to the brain, briefly summarized as 'stuttering' of thoughts. The lyrics are based on the experience of my good friend Henk, who has Parkinson's. Painting is by Alette de Groot

Into The Wings

Guardian Angel - m11nx

Feel so safe in your arms
But at times I feel so restless
And so down
I’m going away

As I see the tears roll down from your eyes
As I look for meaning in my life in my life..
I’m going away

Going away now, going away
Going away now, going away

Time will heal all wounds in our lives
But my hurt runs deep and much as I try
I’m going away I’m going away

A little voice tells me you’ll be alright
You will pull through and see the light
And the energy of this world is divine
And divine is the light I’ve seen in your eyes

Going away now, going away
Going away now, going away

Going away

Just lookin' to share some music, have a good time and maybe find a beach or two. Focusing on studio releases, at the moment. Concerts are a maybe, but Tours are a hard pass.

Robert Earle is a Singer/Songwriter/Pianist/Bass player with a wide and eclectic taste in music.

The Hamilton County Line is a band of different individuals at different times, depending on need and availability.

Artists interested in collaborating as part of the Hamilton County Line (or as a feature) can contact Robert Earle, on this account or check for ongoing projects on ProCollabs.com.

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