Start Over Again

I’m thinking bout us holding hands, walking thru the neighborhood
Laughing and joking bout all the things we could do
When we live together, happily ever after
Stay up late, singing songs, til the morning comes along
Over time something changed, nothing ever stays the same
If 6 was 9, up was down, you might still be around

Chorus
I wish we could go back in time, I was yours and you were mine
Wish that you were here right now, we could give it one more try
Wish you had a change of heart, you came back and we could 
Start over again

On the day you said goodbye, all the tears I can’t deny
Like a bell you made it clear, still ringing in my ears
Tables turning, bridges burning, lights went out and I got lost
Oh I know it’s over now but I keep my fingers crossed 
Should’ve said what I was thinking, not sit there like a stone
Couldn’t find the words but now they won’t leave me alone

Chorus

If you don’t come back, don’t know what I’m gonna do
If you read between the lines, turn the page, start something new
Had a dream, I’m home alone, there’s a knock on the door
You’re standing there telling me I’m the one you adore
We should give it one more try, you can’t remember why
We screwed it up and broke it up but now I’m waking up

Chorus

Start Over Again

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Lyrics:
Putting on my chubby sized camo pants
To meet my associates
We're bed wetting fanatics
In my Grandma's basement
Until she said:
"Boys, take it outside!"
I've done the research
I've connected the dots
From the podcast talks
And we're dumb with some guns

I have a militia meeting in my Grandma's backyard
Self-appointed defender of the liberty
An all American dickwad

Zipping up my Walmart flak jacket
I scratch my goatee
That rest upon my Habsburg jaw
I'm wet dreaming
Dreaming of martial law
Weekend warriors
We're taking down names
We're rooting out the traitors
We're tapping your phone
That's us
Knocking on your door
And we're dumb with some guns

I have a militia meeting in my Grandma's backyard
Self -appointed defender of the liberty
Red  & white and blue blowhards

I have a militia meeting in my Grandma's backyard
Self appointed defenders of the liberty
An all American blowhard
I have a militia meeting in the backyard
We're going out this week
We're patrolling your Blvds

I Have A Militia Meeting In My Grandma's Backyard

Dear friends, this is a song for the weak people of the world

Silent Words

Have You heard those silent words that come from the smallest ones
They are the people that seldom are heard
They are so small and they can’t compete
with the guys that screem so loud
and noone listen to the words they say
we need to clear our ears so we can hear their voice


The children are silent when they suffer from something bad
we have seen pictures from Palestine and Ukraine
their eyes are empty reflecting pain
and the tears have now run out
and noone listen to the words they say
we need to clear our ears so we can hear their voice


In some parts of our cruel world the women don’t dare to speak
it is so strange that it can be like that
these women speak with some silent words
but in the future we will hear
what they say with their silent words
we need to clear our ears so we can hear their voice

Silent Words - 2025-01-29 14.24 (lyrics  in description)

05 Big Orange Sun

what now, little man?

51 years on the chain gang, tell me
how did that work out for you?
nobody said it would be easy,
I'll admit I sometimes play the fool
your sole desire was to fit in
it started at the beginnin'
when you mistook direction
for a fateful dose of deception

what now, little man, what now
what now, little man, and how?
 ... confusion!

bitterness where you once had style
now you're trying hard to forget
after an inch, y' gave them a mile
n' just what did you expect?
they're asking for an acrobat
for one who bends and will not crack
you did not have to answer that
you took the bait n' can't give it back

51 years, are you not impressed
just short of amazing,
'little more, maybe less

what now,  little man, what now
what now, my brother, and how?
... confusion!

n' those who would sell you the cure
are the same who are making you sick

you sold yourself too short

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rightly

what now, little man?

There are stars in the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road

Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild

Sometimes there’s a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road

There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide you should go
There is a taste of time-sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
V3.02

Seven Bridges Road

A regretful song about not seeing a friend  in need.
Fake Leonard Cohen in a higher register

Lyrics:
Sara, I never knew
How this world was killing you
I was so fucking oblivious
You did what you had to do
You could worry about the labels
For labels, they can't be peeled off you
Oh put me
Into the diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
I'll scrap the bottom of the floor
For the secrets you just can't tell
Put me in your diving bell

There's fire in the fuselage
A bizarre entertainment?
I just can't watch
Put me
Into your diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
I'm a weak man
I just had to come up for fresh air
Put me in your diving bell

I never asked
How you wore your mask
With your ritual tasks 
Seen through your jewelers glass
Oh drop me down
Into the diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
Diving bell

Sara , I never knew...

The Diving Bell (For Sara)

For Just One Moment

Lucky Breaks 

When the sun comes up, I think of you
And all the ups and downs we been thru
And the promises that never did come true

Oh, life is lucky breaks and some regrets
Oh, it’s better to forgive and forget

Chorus
And I know it goes high or low
You’re gonna lose or win
And if you get knocked down
Start over again

I can’t remember who was right or wrong
They were here with me and now they’re gone
Like a melody of some forgotten song

Oh, take a chance, it’s time to place your bet
Oh, no one really knows what to expect

Chorus

Oh, the good times or the bad will never last
Oh, the future is gonna fade into the past

Chorus


lucky breaks

Out on the porch, pickin' & grinnin' & drinking beer, waiting for the fiddle player and the mandolin guy. Neither one showed, so we did the best we could with the guitars. My daughter Julia helped out on the vocal harmonies.

This little ditty is my attempt to musically chronicle the 47 years my wife & I have been together.

Two Vines

I am a singer/songwriter and musician. I’ve been writing and performing for 30+ years.

I fell in love with music when I heard the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. When I was 16 I sang and played guitar in my first cover band (Grand Funk Railroad!). In the following years I was in and out of various original and cover bands and played bars and clubs in NJ/NY. I was also writing and playing solo. 

In the '80s I had my first home studio with a Tascam Teac 244 Portastudio. I wrote songs, sang, played guitar, bass, keyboards and programmed drums. In 2000 I bought a 8 track Roland VS880 Digital Studio Workstation and in 2020 I started recording with Adobe Audition. I have written 300+ songs, some of which are under contract with industry publishers and I have several independently released albums available on various internet sites. 

I am a graduate of The Institute of Audio Research and a previous member of the Songwriters Guild and ASCAP. I hosted the 1978 Arts Center Arts Café in Maplewood NJ. From 2001-2005 I played in a blues rock band that performed in NJ and from 2016-2020 I played 350 solo acoustic shows at restaurants, bars and private events in NJ/NY. I am currently writing and recording new material in my home studio.

Some of my influences include The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Eric Clapton, Doors, Animals, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Muddy Waters, Paul Simon, John Lennon, Stevie Wonder, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty, Dire Straits, Elvis Costello, John Mellencamp, Neil Young, Jeff Beck, Pink Floyd and David Bowie. In addition, some of my favorite guitarists are Mike Bloomfield, Mick Ronson, Robin Trower, Mick Ralphs and Kim Simmonds.

Start Over Again

Steve Jones