For this collaboration, Liam and I alternated writing eight measures each back and forth for the duration of the piece. Hope you enjoy it!

Our other collaborations: https://soundcloud.com/liamhynestawawalkingears

Liam's profile: https://soundcloud.com/liam-hynes-tawa

The Dreamer Reawakening (Collaboration with Liam Hynes-Tawa)

My latest song is called Domino.  Here is a link to a cool Youtube video of the song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSYZOCuMwfw.

David Husted is a singer/songwriter from Maryland and he loves to create original music on a regular basis to share with you.

Visit my home website at:  https://davidhusted.com for more music
Visit my Spotify artist page at: https://open.spotify.com/artist/526lH 
My Youtube Channel is at: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoY7 
Domino
by David Husted
Copyright 2021

The way you smile      
chase away        
Long, long miles 
and I'd start today
I’ d walk 10,000 miles
and when it's time to ante up I'll say

I'm all in

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

How will you know when
How will you know when
How will you know when
How will you know when  

I’ d walk 10,000 miles for you; it's true
I’d walk 10,000 miles for you

I'm all in

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

{instrumental}

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

{I'm all in now instrumental}

Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes
Hey yea
I'm knocking down doubt like dominoes

Domino

3 DEC 21

homestead

If you could see inside my mind what is it you'd hope to find?...

And Joseph said Daad, 
I’ve got your sanity right here in my pencil case

There’s more to the eye             
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

She was walking the streets
In the cool autumn air
The thoughts in her brain
Seemed to shine in her hair

Just like an add 
on YouTube TV

The spark in her eye                     
Sayin don’t skip me

You could buy it
Or Lease it
With low APR 
And Nothing to finance                 
               Not even a caaarr
                                             
 oh          ohhhhh   oh  
 ah bah bah         ahhhhh

   And No! this was real 
   her thoughts just flowed out 
   Like Miranda or Shakespeare
   On-a-wing-and-a poout
   
   I stood there and gaped
   My mouth hanging down
   The drool and the sweat
   
   A dumb founded clown

   How could her thoughts
   Be visible to me?
   Each clear & distinct
                               
   Like one, two, threeeeeee

 ahhhh hahhhh ha
 bahhh bah ba 

All these words Of hand written lice
They crawl up the walls 
And hit you just twice

The meaning    
The sounds

Are not what they seem
The concepts the pronouns

I whip them like cream

If I could see hers Could she see mine?
How would this play?
                            
What’s my next liine?

HOh ohhhhh hohhhhh 
ahh bah bahhhhhhhh

ahhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh

If she     
could read my mind

What
do you think she’d find?

Blue Skies 
or Acid Rain?
Smoke      
from a passing train?

Compassion 
in purple hue?                                              
A house         
with an ocean view?

oh huh hoohhhh
ah bahhhh bah
oh ohhhh hooohhh
        
A chair with a chicken leg?
                                                            
A thong         
or a hard boiled egg?

If you 
could see inside my mind
      
What is it     
you’d hope to find?
      
A faster      
than lightspeed car?
                                  
Cold fusion
inside a jar?

World peace 
and butterfly stew?                                           
Nice flowers and Jesus too?
Soft Linens and Battle cries?                                        
Greasy hair 
and curly fries?
Brass door knob, 
a poor beached whale?

hard copies 
of last year’s mail?

ohh ...

There’s more to the eye 
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

Fizzledizzle 
Didgeridoo!

In Mind

A big thank you to my brother JayKay for playing solo guitar

Please take a closer listen to  https://soundcloud.com/jokelstein1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Hmm, wildlife markets… maybe?

1.
I looked up to the sky this afternoon, 
The clouds were so ragged 
And there was even a half moon 
Peeking out between the two lime trees, 
I remember, I thought I would write a song about it 
But actually 

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

2.
I wanted to write about something completely different, 
Hmm, wildlife markets… maybe?
But I had to postpone that because of the view 
It was so homely and beautiful and it was just not at all 
Time to have indignant and stirred up feelings and thoughts

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

How the heck could i just loose the fathom, and 
How did it come that far ?
Does it really need to be  so random and
Isn’t that a little bizarre ?

3.
In the meantime a bird crossed my view of sight
Passing from the right over to the left side
And snapshot-like 
i spotted it in front of the moon
Oh, as i looked up at the sky this afternoon…

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

How the heck could i just loose the fathom, and 
How did it come that far ?
Does it really need to be  so random and
Isn’t that a little bizarre ?…        (da capo al fine)

Hmm, wildlife markets... maybe? (ft Jay Kay)

Seems I write depressing sad songs, disco, or blues. Disco must be next haha. 

Turn the wine into water, turn the water into wine
You’re never gonna quench your thirst for whisky smooth and fine
And you can sail across the desert, walk across the sea
But the thing that you are running from, will find you eventually

But you’re young and your time will come
You’re young and your time will come

So this is ain't you expected, not what you hoped to find
you swallowed all your anger and you buried it inside
But soon the seed is gonna wake up, and the passion flower root
And resentment grows within you as you taste your bitter fruit

But you’re young and your time will come
You’re young and your time will come
You run back to where you’re from you don’t know that you are free
The way you see the world ain't how you want the world to be
you’re young and your time will come

If you think you can find happiness you can leave this all behind
We’ll stray the path and wander 'til we find our peace of mind
Now the world is on your shoulders, and it doesn’t have to be
You have found someone to share the load, now set your spirit free

And we're young and our time will come
You’re young and your time will come
Look beyond the windows and the walls and see the view
There’s a door inside here somewhere, the other side waits for you
Cause you’re young and your time will come

Your Time Will Come

This is about the consequences of bullying. Morgan was 13, bullied at school mercilessly and relentlessly, until she committed suicide. When I read about the case years ago I found it distressing and later was moved to write this song. Don’t have a personal connection to what happened, I just found it really sad.


They found her in the morning
The sadness in her eyes remained
They had taunted and they teased
And broke her
She died in her sleep
Alone.

She fought them off as long as she could
They wore her down until the pain took…
She begged everyone
Rescue me from this pain.

They found her in the morning
The gladness in her heart erased
The tragedy of Morgan
Will haunt them
Each night as they sleep
Alone.

She fought them off as long as she could
They wore her down until the pain took…
She begged everyone
Rescue me from this pain.

Morgan can you tell us where you are
(The) life you lost was beautiful to us
Morgan can you show us what to do
(Your) life will shine a light for us from you.

Morgan
We miss you
Morgan 
We miss you
Morgan 
We miss you
Where are you, today?
We miss you.

Morgan can you tell us where you are 
(The) life you had was beautiful to us
Morgan can you show us what to do
(Your) life will shine a light for us from you.

Morgan

I like many am shocked and appalled at what is unfolding before us. In the midst of this darkness I salute the people who are opening their hearts and offering assistance to the refugees from this disastrous conflict.

Here are some UK links to appeals providing humanitarian aid. I'm sure each country has equivalent appeals happening now.

https://www.dec.org.uk/appeal/ukraine-humanitarian-appeal
https://www.oxfam.org.uk/oxfam-in-action/current-emergencies/ukraine-crisis-appeal
https://www.unicef.org.uk/donate/donate-now-to-protect-children-in-ukraine/

Empathy For The Agony

'Just Blue Sky' (Live) by Acoustic Growl (Richard Barry)

'Just Blue Sky' (Live)

Chapter 2 – Teenage Years
Adolescence brought recklessness and growing pains. Mistakes, testing boundaries, and clashes with authority shaped me. Those years taught loyalty, courage, and the importance of choices—each wrong turn became a lesson, every fleeting friendship had meaning.

Through the Darkenss

Half Alive

Your lips

A cinematic alt-folk-rock album written and produced by Charles Wallace, with unforgettable cover artwork by Trevor Martin that gives Abel Cain a face and a soul. The Church of Imperfect Humanity is a reflection on faith, failure, and fragile redemption.!Each track is a confession, each melody a fragment of memory, and each lyric a step toward forgiveness.

The First Lie

After updating my new time travel profile pic, I figured it was also time to refresh the bio. The amount of world-class talent on the Cloud never ceases to amaze me. I don’t say that lightly – I’ve learned so much from so many of you. There are artists here I genuinely consider among the best musical talents I’ve heard anywhere. And I have heard a ton of music.
I’m a lifelong music addict. For me, music can be transformative, cathartic, joyful, and intellectual – often all at once. My taste? Almost anything done well. Almost. My own music is eclectic: from acoustic guitar pieces to jazz fusion, to prog/alternative/psychedelic rock, to electronica.
What really keeps me here, though, is the community – the interaction, and the sense of connection that somehow forms even when we never meet in person. The goodwill and respect are something special, and I don’t take that for granted.
Finally, regarding recording – if you’re still reading! – my humble studio hasn’t changed in 15 years. I’m even still running Windows 7 to support my old Steinberg DAW. No AI tools – just me, I like to control the physical process at every step, from idea, to playing, editing, mixing, and final production.

Morgan

Steve Matthews