Original instrumental piece written, composed, arranged, performed, recorded, mixed and produced by Eric Nash. Instruments are Danelectro 56 Baritone, Fender bass and Yamaha keyboards. Drum track was DAW programmed. Effects were Strymon BigSky and Keeley Compressor Plus. Recorded via Mackie Onyx Artist digital interface using Tracktion Waveform recording software.

Psychopia by Eric Nash (original composition)

Rose Tattoo

The Trees Talk - original song by Eric Nash.
Eric Nash - vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards, harmonica.

© 2022 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

The Trees Talk - original song by Eric Nash

The Parting Glass performed by Eric Nash.
Eric Nash - vocals, acoustic guitar, tin whistle.

The Parting Glass  (this version lyrics)

Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm I've ever done
Alas it was to none but me

And all I've done for want of wit
To mem'ry now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls,
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

Tin Whistle solo

But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

So fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls,
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all


© 2022 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

The Parting Glass - traditional Scottish folk song performed by Eric Nash.

Rain Noir - Original acoustic song written, composed, performed, recorded, mixed by Eric Nash.

Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, shaker, rain stick.

Rain Noir

Raindrops on the window
Running down the glass
Raindrops on the pavement
Running out of gas

And it rained all day
And it rained all night

Raindrops on the window
Running down the glass
Raindrops on the pavement
Going nowhere fast

And we smoked cigarettes
And we drank black coffee

Raindrops on the window
Running down the glass
Raindrops on the pavement
Talking about the past

And we made wild love
On the couch until dawn

And then it all came crashing down

Raindrops on the window
Running down the glass
Raindrops on the pavement
Love will always last

Then we kissed goodbye
And we looked at the sky

© 2022 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

Rain Noir - original acoustic song by Eric Nash

Written, composed, performed, recorded, mixed by Eric Nash.
Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, harmonica, shaker.

So You Say

Lyrics:

So you say
So you say
So you say
You wanna get elected again
But you do nothing

You’re the one
You’re the one
You’re the one
That’s supposed to lead
But you're just bluffing

And all you want
Is the money
With your oil wells gushing

Listen god
Listen god
Listen god
Please gimme a sign
And tear this whole place down

There is no god
There is no god
There is no god
They don't understand
Let's get rid of these clowns

And all you want
Is the money
With the planet burning

Harp solo

Another day
Another day
Another day
And darkness is coming soon
I'm not bluffing

So you say
So you say
So you say
You wanna get elected again
But you do nothing

And all you want
Is the money
With the planet burning

© 2022 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

So You Say - original acoustic song by StrayHorse

No Hand to Hold - original song written, composed, performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Eric Nash.

Eric Nash - vocals, baritone guitar, synthesizer, harmonica.

Lyrics

a little boy left all alone
abandoned, forgotten, cold as stone
baggage, a burden, no hand to hold
as life unfolds, his story's not told

the pain, the tears, to heal the fears
his cries all fell on stone deaf ears
all the while so many wasted years
he disappears

looking back, where have you been
the endless pain of a dead end scene
looking back, did you find the door
how many times did you hit the floor

a broken man, alone in the fog
beaten so hard like a junkyard dog
injured they say, is better than broken
things in the past are best unspoken
'til now

say your truth, shout it loud
don't hold back, tell the crowd
buried words from a blackened shroud
into the light - from a dark grey cloud

looking back, where have you been
the endless pain of a dead end scene
looking back did you find the door
how many times have you hit the floor

harmonica solo

a little boy left all alone
abandoned, forgotten, cold as stone
baggage, a burden, no hand to hold
as life unfolds, his story's now told

so here we are on a winter’s night
a boy to a man in an endless fight
it took a lifetime to find the door
and remember, you've only got one more

© 2023 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

No Hand to Hold - original song by StrayHorse - 2023

Cobble Hill Girl - original song written, composed, performed, recorded, mixed by Eric Nash - 2023.

Lyrics

Got up one summer morning 
With nothing much to do
Looked out my bedroom window
And saw the sky was blue 

I knew there was a beerfest 
So I headed into town
It wasn’t 'til I saw her
That my life turned upside down 

Before I could catch my breath 
She left across the world 
And I couldn’t stop thinking 
About that Cobble Hill girl 

Her brown hair and hazel eyes
She was standing with a glass
We talked a bit, the beer kicked in 
And we were kissing on the grass

She asked me over for dinner 
The next night at her place
The food was good the wine so sweet 
I finally got a taste 

Before I could catch my breath 
She left across the world 
And I couldn’t stop thinking 
About that Cobble Hill girl 

A couple weeks went by 
And I knew I missed the boat
I didn’t get her address 
Yet this is what I wrote

I wish I had gone with you
To that far off distant place
And I'll never forget you
I can't stop seeing your face 

Before I could catch my breath 
She left across the world 
And I couldn’t stop thinking 
About that Cobble Hill girl

Banjo solo 

I called her parent's house
To try and get her number
But her mom just told me
Boy you shouldn’t slumber

She’s gone across the world
And we don’t know who you are
And you’ve lost the sweetest cookie 
In our cookie jar

Before I could catch my breath 
She left across the world 
And I couldn’t stop thinking 
About that Cobble Hill girl

Before I could catch my breath 
She left across the world 
And I can't believe I'm here now 
With that Cobble Hill girl  

© 2023 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)
Vocals, guitar, bass, mandolin, banjo - Eric Nash

Cobble Hill Girl - original song by Eric Nash.

Eric Nash - vocals, guitars, bass, harmonica.
Original song written, composed, performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Eric Nash.

Riding and Rolling

I gotta bike called Ella
And she’s fun to ride
Got a soft white seat
And a smooth mid drive

She always gets me 
Where I want to go
Sometimes fast
And sometimes slow

And I always know
How to ring her bell
It isn’t really that
Hard to tell

Riding and a rolling 
Riding and a rolling 
Yeah riding and a rolling 
Yeah riding and a rolling 
Riding and rolling all the time 

I gotta bike called Ella
She’s a green machine 
Got sleek shiny fenders 
No gasoline 

She carries all kinds
Of different things
And you don’t have to buy her
A diamond ring

So I ride her hard
And I ride her long
I wrote all about it
In this here song

Riding and a rolling 
Riding and a rolling 
Yeah riding and a rolling 
Yeah riding and a rolling 
Riding and rolling all the time 

Harp solo

I gotta bike called Ella
And she’s fun to ride
But I can’t take her with me
To the other side 

And one thing
I know real strong
When I don't ride Ella
It feels so wrong

So I ride her hard
And I ride her long
I wrote all about it
In this here song

Riding and a rolling 
Riding and a rolling 
Yeah riding and a rolling 
Yeah riding and a rolling 
Riding and rolling all the time 

© 2024 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

Riding and Rolling by Eric Nash (StrayHorse)

Rude Litany - Original song written, composed, performed, recorded, mixed, mastered by Eric Nash

Eric Nash (StrayHorse) - vocals, guitars (acoustic x2 and electric), bass, piano, synthesizer, organ

Rude Litany - Lyrics

It was a hazy day
It was a lazy day
A mist lay upon the ground
I finished
My toast and coffee
I heard some church bells sound

I found my shoes
By the closet door
My jacket was hanging on the wall
Put on my hat
Headed out the front door
Down the steps and maybe to the mall

I wanted
Some good company
Saw people stand outside the church
So I walked up
To those big front stairs
I perused the scene and did a search

A man dressed in black
He looked at me
The woman next to him reached out
She asked me quietly
About the fossils on the ground
The man in black he starts to shout

And he said...

So, I told them
About the dinosaurs
And theories of evolution
The woman said to me
"Is that so?"
The man he spoke of retribution

So I decided
To get out of there
Before I got in too deep
The man said "don’t go"
The woman said "see you later"
I pinched myself but not asleep

I felt kind of weird
As I headed to the mall
To find myself in that place
With the man in black
And that woman in red
With an inviting look upon her face

So I headed to the mall
With no company
But with the memory of a strange situation
I felt the sunshine
On the back of me
While I relived that odd conversation

Cuz they said...

I walked into the dollar store
Bought an umbrella
Cuz it started to rain
I headed back outside
And out into the street
And my rosary, I threw it in the drain

I realized
On my way back home
That religion is kinda oblique
It was the man in black
And that woman in red
And the way I heard them speak

They seemed to deny
Scientific evidence
And they questioned all history
So I wrote that day off
As a rude litany
And it still remains a mystery

So the moral of the story
Is don't believe what you hear
And beware those claiming to be right
Just keep on listening
To those waves of intuition
And look up on a starry night

And you'll see...

© 2024 - Eric Nash (SOCAN/ASCAP)

Rude Litany - original song by StrayHorse (Eric Nash)

Basement recording artist, bedroom songwriter, bathroom singer, multi-instrumentalist. Folk, blues, alternative, rock, indie and anything that grooves.

Riding and Rolling by Eric Nash (StrayHorse)

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