Catnip Blues © 1985  rec: 2013

FRACK ATTACK.

Yuns'ka Un'Po (Be Free)

By Terry Craig. (c)2013
I make these recordings to show the band what I have in mind. As expected the band shapes the song once they get hold of it but I always have a soft spot for these first recordings even though it's just a strait drum machine track at it's core. I play all the other instruments and sing all the vocals (harmony's included) myself. 
I hope you enjoy hearing them as much as I enjoy making them. 
Terry Craig 
of ~The Snakebite Medicine Show~

FRACK ATTACK. (T.C. solo draft)

By Terry Craig & Chris Leaning. (c)2012
I make these recordings to show the band what I have in mind. As expected the band shapes the song once they get hold of it but I always have a soft spot for these first recordings even though it's just a strait drum machine track at it's core. I play all the other instruments and sing all the vocals (harmony's included) myself. 
I hope you enjoy hearing them as much as I enjoy making them. 
Terry Craig 
of ~The Snakebite Medicine Show~

Crazy Horse By T.Craig & Chris Leaning

By Terry Craig. (c)1981
I make these recordings to show the band what I have in mind. As expected the band shapes the song once they get hold of it but I always have a soft spot for these first recordings even though it's just a strait drum machine track at it's core. I play all the other instruments and sing all the vocals (harmony's included) myself. 
I hope you enjoy hearing them as much as I enjoy making them. 
Terry Craig 
of ~The Snakebite Medicine Show~

Sunday Morning Blue.

POINT OF VIEW.  (by T. Craig)  {©2014}

*( Verse 1 )
You can't touch the moon. 
You can't catch the sky.
Or see my world through your clouded eyes,
or see the nightmares buried in my ever churning soup.
I can't remember how or why I came    to realize 
the visions in my head.
Is it me I see so wild and free      or am I wasting time 
conversing with the dead.

*( VERSE 2 )
I'm not the man that I used to be
there's no returning to the way it was,
before I had that chance, 
that ignorant suburban trance. 
Yes I'm miles away from common ground.
I'm sure to crash and dread the sound
of breaking ties and shattered lives      but can't deny the truth
or my destiny.................
can I really see............... can I really see.............. can I really see.
Am I really free.

*( BRIDGE )
Sparkle like your life it shines.
Like scattered gold you left behind.
On roads you dreamt of long ago
Don't feel the rain or the gentle snow.
Your eyes reach towards the open sky.
All tears like rain and all that cries.
The Trickster shares in all your pain
and joins you in one last refrain.... One final refrain ...

{! BREAK ! }

*( VERSE 2 *Repeat* )
I'm not the man that I used to be
there's no returning to the way it was,
before I had that chance, 
that ignorant suburban trance. 
Yes I'm miles away from common ground.
I'm sure to crash and dread the sound
of breaking ties and shattered lives      but can't deny the truth
or my destiny.................
can I really see............... can I finally see.............. can I really see.
Am I really free

*( BRIDGE )
Sparkle like your life it shines.
Like scattered gold you left behind.
On roads you dreamt of long ago
Don't feel the rain or the gentle snow.
Your eyes reach towards the open sky.
All tears like rain and all that cries.
The Trickster shares in all your pain
and joins you in one last refrain.... joins you in one last refrain....

The trickster see's your point of view.
The trickster see's inside... of you.

Point Of View. Shiyo's S'unka Lowan'pi. by Terry Craig

The Disabled Hiker    {by Terry Craig}  

(Verse 1)
Dark glasses
keeps the sunlight from my eyes.
When days are black, emotions crack
and paint the evening sky.

I have nothing
they will not cast upon the waves.
I'm just a pawn in their bottom line
and the ways that they behave.

(Course – 1/2)
I live in awe of the inner strength
and the sun still seems to shine.
The rain that falls on every life
and the cold days that make us wise.

(Verse 2)
It's not useless
to struggle endlessly in vain.
When you're Standing tall against the odds
and the obstinate terrain.

(Chorus – full)
SO - I live in awe of the inner strength
and the sun still seems to rise. 
The rain that falls on every life
and the cold days just make us wise.

(~ chorus cont; ~)
I can't believe all the miles I've crossed,
dragging pain you visualize,
the toll it took, the heavy cost,
in the days wasted asking why, why, why, why, why !

(Verse 3)
If I'm broken,
damaged far beyond repair. .............. I won't be
wasted, drugged, or put away,
till I drowned in my own despair.

Craving nothing,
to all the torment you're immune.
All those days they told you to ride the tide,
and then go and steal your moon.

(Chorus – full)
SO- we live in awe of the inner strength
and the sun that still seems to rise.
The rain that falls on all of us,
and the cold days that make us wise.
I can't believe all the miles we crossed,
dragging pain and compromise,
the toll it takes and the heavy cost
of the days spent asking why, why, why !

Why, by Terry Craig

Lyrics to be added in Lakota:
Wana wagni kte O'canku was'te
Un'Komani kte Ocanku was'te

Pronunciation & meaning:
Wa-na wa-gni kte ... O-chan-ku wash-te
Now I am going home... on a good road

Un-Ko-ma-nee kte... O-chan ku was'te
Lets take a walk... on a good road.

Wana Wagni Kte (Beneath Our Feet pt 3)

"A Man" written by Terry Craig in the early 1980's

This recording: 
Vocal, Guitar, Bass, Harmonica & Harmony Vocal by Terry Craig

A Man

Words and music by Terry Craig
Recorded July 2020
WHAT DO YOU WANT
Another cup of coffee
Money to burn 
A clean getaway.

A stream full of dreams
A promise to lean 
On another day.

Do you want to go back 
Put it back on the rack 
Crawl back in your sack ... and waste away.

Do you wish to return
Did your fingers get burned
Are you just astray.
--
Are you happy with love 
Do you take or do you shove 
You may be above all that drags you down.

Do you cry for yourself 
Do you wish for something else
Nothing's what you wish for but you still chased the wealth... 
running all around.

Do you wish to return 
Did your fingers get burned 
What have you found.
--
So empty your pockets and show me the prize 
Show me what makes you think you're so wise...  
What do you win.

Did your life fall apart 
Did you make it an art 
Did you figure all the problems from the depth of your heart...  
or did you hold it in.

Do you wish to return 
Did your fingers get burned 
In a flash of sin
--
{BRIDGE}
And if the sinner turns green,  and dies on the scene,  of his crimes
He never redeems the hours he screams, or the vacant time.
And day after day he wants what he wants, and he wants it now
But the pressures keep building and the knowledge he seeks gets away somehow.

So throw down your hands, and make your demands 
Yea you think you are some kind of special star.
Kept inside a jar.
--
{BREAK}
--
Another cup of coffee...  Money to burn...  A clean getaway.

What Do You Want

Terry Craig has been a singer-songwriter of Folk & Rock music for over 30 years. A native of Easton  Pennsylvania with many songs to his credit he has been compared to many artists over the years  including Eric Clapton, Seals and Crofts, Greg Allman, Roger Waters, and other classic artists. Touching  upon so many different influences from rock and jazz to R&B and blues, makes it a challenge to simply  put Terry's music in the proverbial box, as he is clearly a unique talent who has been lingering in the  shadows. 

"Easton activist Terry Craig set the tone further announcing 'one thing about organizing-- you don’t get  time to practice.' But it didn’t show as he laid down a true folk freedom set that sounded like Neil  Young singing Richie Havens." Jason E. Hedrington ~ WLVR-FM Radio 2012 (review of the 'Concert for  Change'. 6/9/12.) 

Terry is also the creative force behind "The Disabled Hiker", a blog and video diary about the  adventures he shares with his dog hiking the backwoods of Pennsylvania despite his physical  challenges. The disabled hiker reviews hiking gear, posts D.I.Y. videos, and share safe hiking and  camping methods while promoting nature as part of the healing process for not only the disabled  community but those recovering from injury and those in support of the disabled and physically  challenged as well.

Sixteen years after lung surgery, and although now physically disabled, Terry has emerged with a new  sense of purpose and determination that remains true to his Dylan-esque lyrical style of the past, and  combined it with an earthy energy of rock, blues, and folk, overtones that only seem to enhance his  more recent music's cries for a return to a more traditional way of living with the Earth in a more  agrarian and sustainable society.

Terry Craig & The Disabled Hiker can be found on Blogspot, ReverbNation, SoundCloud, YouTube,  Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. 
Bookings for live shows can be made by e-mailing thedisabledhiker@gmail.com
Keep up with The Disabled Hiker by subscribing to http://thedisabledhiker.blogspot.com/

Terry Craig

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