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Now You Got Me Here

Elsewhere

Cold nights
And hot summer days
All the time 
We let the campfire blaze
Time move on
In the blink of an eye
So I’m writing this song 
On the 1st of July 

And the  memories memories memories 
They’ve been paving the way
They’ve been telling me telling me telling me 
I’ll be on my own way

My heads able the water
But I’m sinking way to fast
One day I’ll make it outta here
And this life will be in the past 

Bought a new guitar 
So I can fill this empty void
I know it sounds a bit bizarre 
It’s the only thing that helps me avoid
All of the emotions that lie deep inside 
Drying up the tears I cried
Say I’m happy but I know I lied
At least I can say that I tried

And the  memories memories memories 
They’ve been paving the way
They’ve been telling me telling me telling me 
I’ll be on my own way

My heads able the water
But I’m sinking way to fast
One day I’ll make it outta here
And this life will be in the past

Memories/In The Past

A funny track about some discussions on Twitter/X lately, it's frankly on the weirder side like Word Salad and Yes-No Column, Come To Life!

But after hearing it multiple times (like most of my things) it improves.

Lyrics:

There is difficulty to a significant degree
When battling people engaged in hoaxing
And we can clearly see
Because Hesiod said in seven hundred BC
Do not let a woman who decorates her buttocks deceive you
By wily coaxing
Because she is after your granary

Bewailing her lack of taro root
A redhead libertarian was destitute and snarked
That she didn't have a favorite prostitute
A contrarian most resolute
But a boon to have at your back during a dispute
Now that we were in cahoots, to entertain her sense of humor
I related to her the past events

If you don't quite have the stomach for horror
Try still to conceive of if you can
The complaints of a commoditized man
That vultures caused American culture
To became a jump ball for Sodom and Gomorrah

When i was younger and very very loud
I was a disgraced propagandist doing his username proud

Her lines were remarkably sultry
I was lost in thought staring at the shininess of her boot
Musing that the first step of any meaningful pursuit
Is to severely underestimate its difficulty

The one-night stand sarcastically complimented me on my range
I said you were the one to talk
But then she recommended as a dietary change
Brazilian Quinoa and Equatorial Donkey Chalk

She was quite amazing wearing fishnets
But when her lasciviousness needed satiating
Nothing quite got her wet like contemplating
Malicious compliance to get the idiots and shills upset

As i got older the fatter became my manila folder
I wondered if she'd gone too far
When she was grinding to WAP in a bar
Then berating me for touching her on the shoulder

The root of their lawfully sanctioned insurgency
Was a deeply felt need of urgency
Their transgressions begat the need to talk sense
But either they were in denial or awfully dense
Like Private Pyle they were too fat to climb over Chesterton's fence

The libertarian drew back agape as I was seized by
Poetic demons, my tongue unbound by whimsy’s cry  

Now peep their quisquilian rout, all clowned in disarray
A pox of poltroons, too shook to gainsay
Brains so obtund, they’d quaff their own toxic drip,
I smack their feckless rebellion with truculence no slip
And big up the gibbet that cancels their weak-ass affray

She smirked, Thy florid rant doth vex me sore,
A bard’s bombast best left to yore’s grim lore

Thus spake Hesiod, neath Boeotia’s dour sky 
Shun maids who cozen with a venal eye
For when iron reigns and kine grow gaunt with blight
Avaunt their guile, lest chaos claim the night

SamāššEšrā

Jump-Ball For Sodom And Gomorrah

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The great tariff war

Guitar, Bass, Keys, lyrics and Vocals by Robert Grigg. Drums by Yamaha Keyboard.

https://www.facebook.com/RobertGrigg4/videos/1829494227902762

Come On To The Light

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In My Arms

This tune was released by Robbie Williams in 2002. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #578 by Robbie Williams

Guitars and Bass by Robert Grigg
Drums by Yamaha Keyboard

Little Big Bite

This empty old house seems smaller now 
Where our children grew and scuffed across these wooden floors
Sometimes I still hear an echo from small voices in the summer air
Everything echoes
(Everything  Echoes)
in an empty old house you know
Think I’ll take it with me when I go

You were so young in your white dress 
The old women scoffed, saying. “It will never last.”
Remember how drunk I got before passing out?
Oh, my love, you were so mad, but it never showed
Think I’ll take it with me when I go 
Think I’ll take it with me when I go 

Time clicks away the time it takes to create a memory 
Young hands become old, but love is what you keep
Even when you sleep, even when you sleep.
Time clicks away a year into a lifetime of memories
In my heart is a memory of you I still keep
Even when I sleep, even when I sleep

There is a woman in a picture frame hanging on the wall
Of a new old house across town, but it’s really not too far
She is cooking dinner, or maybe washing clothes 
She moves a little slower now, but now we all move slow
Think I’ll take it with me when I go 

Time clicks away a year into a lifetime of memories
In my heart is a memory of you I still keep
Even when I sleep, even when I sleep 
Time clicks away a year into a lifetime of memories
In my heart is a memory of you I still keep
Even when I sleep, even when I sleep 
Even when I sleep, even when I sleep 
(Even when)
Even when I sleep, even when I sleep 
(Even when)
Even when I sleep, even when I sleep 
(Even when)
Even when I sleep, even when I sleep 

(Even when I sleep, even when I sleep )
(Even when I sleep, even when I sleep )
(Even when I sleep, even when I sleep )

Even When I Sleep (Lyrics in description)

Appalachian Swing has a dark ambient feel that reflects the mysteriousness of the Appalachians.

Appalachian Swing

God doesn’t give you what you want.
He gives you what you need.

Lofoten Isles, Norway
More than 25 years as a rookie on my belt
Making music - in my case - is a creative exercise and something I like to do for recreational purposes, above all.
I love that anyone can take a guitar, their DAW, or whatever. Even just pen and paper, and come up with something special and unique that has never been heard or written.
This opportunity, regardless of experience and talent, to enter a universe and go places no one has set foot before, is magic. 
To draw a parallel to soccer, Im a non-league player, and would get attention for all the wrong reasons if I were thrown into a match with Salah, Haaland and the like. Still, by finding my level I can be part of an amateur team that serves a purpose in a local community, like a social meeting spot for people who like football - or don't - to come together, get into talks through a comment on a situation in the match and such. And you know what's coolest of all? Once in a while, when the sun and moon line up, I`m on a streak with my evening prayers or for some other reason have my day, I make this amazing dribble, then score a spectacular goal, becoming the local hero of the day or something. Those moments happen on all levels. Chances are perhaps even better on lower levels for this dribble to never have been seen before, since amateur football is not as controlled and professionalised as La Liga, Premier League, etc, leaving much more room for experimentation and individual creativity.  
I bet you had a few of those moments yourself, right? Send me a sound file, - soccer being a metaphor after all -  of your magic moment, it being a victorious match full song or just this cool detail you like, perhaps a great lyric line, guitar riff, or even cover art, all goes, so I get the chance to enjoy it too, thanks in advance! 
Cheers
Odd Roar

Memories/In The Past

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