Monday Playlist 11/2/20

Originals

Wordsmiths and Storytellers

Like Sean I just love “train songs.”  So when he sent me these lyrics the melody immediately screamed out!  He writes from a place I fully understand but cannot articulate it in that great way he does.  I think we fully compliment each other.  Perhaps he’s my good twin!!!
Please check out Sean Doran’s sounds:  http://soundcloud.com/something-memorable
Music/Vocal: Johnny Minstrel. 
 Lyrics/Bass: Something Memorable http://soundcloud.com/something-memorable
Guitars and Harmonic: Johnny Minstrel.   
Drum Mix & iPad Instruments and Garageband  Arrangement: Something Memorable.

LONESOME WHISTLE
There’s a reason why this train sounds so lonesome, 
When you listen late at night, safe in bed, 
He’s riding tracks that can't be changed for no-one. 
Headin’ down the line, where he don't want to go.... 
That’s why you hear that lonesome whistle blow.
We cut sleepers with our talking, 
That buzzed when we first met. 
Carving out a life together, 
Deciding where we’d like to get. 
And each sleeper was a promise, 
That we gladly made. 
And we set them down together 
So young and so unafraid.
We shaped rails in the forge 
Where our burning passion sparked. 
We rolled them and we tempered them 
and quenched them in the dark. 
And each rail was commitment, 
Which would never crack 
And we laid them on the sleepers, 
Without thought of looking back.
That’s when I knew where I was going, 
So I worked to drive us there. 
And I trusted in the good work, 
In the path that we prepared. 
But that track just got longer, 
took me away from home. 
And on days when I’d come back, 
I’d hear the distance in your tone.
Hammer flashing like a curse, 
Alone I’d drive the spikes. 
Bolting down forever, 
This life I thought  you’d would like. 
But then you started talking 
Like you’d not known what we’d built. 
Wanting other ways to go, 
Where your life would be more filled.
Now I’m riding in the engine, 
Down this track that I’ve designed. 
I pull the whistle cord 
Though there’s no danger on the line, 
No Danger, No strangers, No passengers, No pride. 
I’m the driver of this train, 
That no-one wants to ride..
There’s a reason why this train sounds lonesome, 
When you listen late at night, safe in bed, 
He’s riding tracks that can't changed for no-one. 
Headin’ down the line, where he don't want to go.... 
That’s why you hear that lonesome whistle blow.
Picture care of... https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.saubcy.games.puzzle.Train.SteamLocomotive.gm
"Lonesome Whistle (Collaboration Johnny Minstrel & Something Memorable)" by Something Memorable is licensed under a Creative Commons License



Lonesome Whistle - A Collaboration With Johnny Minstrel and Something Memorable

SOFTEN MY HEART Demo Recording
Songwriter - Beth Williams
http://bethwilliamsmusic.com/
https://www.facebook.com/bethwilliamsgospelsongs
Lonnie Atkinson on 2nd guitar

Soften My Heart - Beth Williams Gospel Songs

One of my favourite live songs. This track discusses the topic of how easy it is to find oneself inadvertently in the wrong place at the wrong time. Could happen to anyone.

Released 10 February 2014  
All music and lyrics: Rob Yeatman, excepting: 
Electric guitar and programming: Brett Hamlyn 
Sax: Joe Landers 

Recorded, mixed and mastered August 2013: Brett Hamlyn, Deva Studio (Australia) 
Production: Rob Yeatman 

Rob Yeatman – Crash The Gates (From 'Wheel Of Life' EP)

Lady sleeping 
Sleeping on a concrete floor 
Not a hotel 
Barricades and steel door 

If I, If I 
Wielded power or great might 
I'd crash, I'd crash
Crash the gates and fly you home tonight 

Big bird soaring 
Cross the limitless sky 
Hidden somewhere 
Hidden somewhere out of sight 
I see, I see 
Shadows slipping through the night 
I'd crash, I'd crash 
Crash the gates and fly you home tonight 

Lady sleeping 

Rob Yeatman – Crash The Gates

This thing called Love is such an amazing force...... when it hits it can completely reorientate ones' outlook and life.

All music and lyrics: Rob Yeatman, excepting: 
Backing vocals: Belle Stewart
Programming: Brett Hamlyn 

Mastered May 2015: Brett Hamlyn, Deva Studio (Australia) 
Production: Rob Yeatman 

Ten Thousand Miles

I have a fire, a fire deep inside
Tried everything to put it out
Poured on water, threw water all around
Nearly drowned but I couldn’t put it out

I’d fly 10 000 miles to be back in my city
Fly 10 000 miles to hold you in my arms again
Fly 10 000 miles to be back with my pretty
Fly 10 000 miles to hold you in my arms again

I’m coming home
Darling again

There’s a tree, like a flame tree
Growing inside of me, taking all the space
I took an axe and I took a sharpening stone
Cut it down, cut it down to the ground

DarkLight - Ten Thousand Miles

The One Who Never Runs is a pop folk ballad written by Julien Poirier and sung by Julien Poirier and Malaika Brandt-Murenzi. It was then remastered by Snackbar Productions.

Listen to the original unplugged version here: https://soundcloud.com/the-sunset-vibe/julien-poirier-the-one-who-never-runs-free-download

lyrics:

yeah there's this girl 
who never wants to leave this world 
she stays at home cause she knows it's safe 

she's so afraid 
to become like her simple minded friends 
who start new trends, just to watch them die 

but I guess that's just the way it goes 
nobody knows what's it's like to become 
the one who never runs 

a winters day 
she looks outside her bedroom window 
she sees all the kids playing in the snow 

their innocence 
brings tears to her eyes 
they're still living in a beautiful lie 

but I guess thats just, the way it goes 
nobody knows what's it's like to become 
the one who never runs 

so listen here you beautiful thing 
there's nothing wrong with being afraid 

tomorrow's unknown and yesterdays lost 
but you're safe today, yeah you're safe today 

so step outside and enjoy this sunny winter day 

tomorrow is just another today so don't be scared to run out and play

New Places

The One Who Never Runs

The One Who Never Runs (Remastered) [FREE DOWNLOAD]

Join me on my youutbe channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eSzbQ8suNI
Daydream by RosesAreBlue, available on iTunes, Apple Music, Amazon, Bandcamp and Spotify
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/daydream/id1242788621
https://open.spotify.com/album/4Q9xDkIWYCVcyeVF1Xpxwy

Heart strings honey
Falling like blossom leaves
Sugar words honey
Falling down like dust

Kiss and make up
I've already forgotten
By the light of this moon
I've already forgiven
Sparkles in the dark
I've already forgotten
Writings on the wall
I've already forgiven

Heart strings honey
Falling like apple trees
Sweet words honey
Drifting down like rain
Eat it up honey

Kiss and make up
I've already forgotten
By the light of this moon
I've already forgiven
Sparkles in the dark
I've already forgotten
Writings on the wall
I've already forgiven
You

I just wanted to say a huge thank you to all my friends, followers and listeners x
I appreciate all of you x
Love RosesAreBlue

Daydream

Forgiven And Forgotten | RosesAreBlue

Grey City Lyrics:

So tell me, tell me where I'm going
I can't see ahead and I can't hear either
Yeah, teach me, teach me all your wisdom
I just want to know

I've been running around this town again
Looking for a father looking for a friend
The rain drops fall right through my soul
Like a crack head looking for another bowl

I see the buildings piercing through the sky
A million angry men living in a lie
A small boy looking for his lost dog
But It's impossible to see through all this fog

My steps start to feel heavy again
I don't ask myself where, I ask myself when
Cause the ticking of a clock is frightening
With tears of rain, these buildings are all crying

They just want to leave, just want to be free
But they know that's just a dream, a distant memory
I walk up to one and say it'll be okay
But he knows I said the same thing yesterday

I try to go inside but the doors locked
I reach into my pocket and pull out a clock
I look at the time, 3:15 it says
Only 3 hours till I go to bed

I start to panick, I start to sweat
I touch my hair, it's soaking wet
Is it from the sweat or from the rain
I try to keep calm try to fight the pain

but It creeps up on me from behind
I take out my clock and press rewind
But it's too late, the cities turned dark
Not a single tree left, not a single park

I look for an exit to escape this mess
But it's hard to see through this brick of stress
I fall to my knees, my worlds turned grey
look up at the stars and say

So tell me, tell me where I'm going
I can't see ahead and I can't hear either
Yeah, teach me, teach me all your wisdom
I just want to know

Can you try
to teach me how yeah teach me how to fight

Cause I don't know where I'm sleeping tonight

I tried so hard to find a different song

But I don't even know which song i'm on 

Tell me tell me where I'm going 
I just want to know

Ask me Ask me what I'm thinking
I'll tell you what I know
 
Show me show me a good feeling
Take me to the show

Tell me tell me where I'm going
I just wanna know 

Grey City

Grey City [FREE DOWNLOAD]

Send my children home

Song I wrote about 10 years ago.  As we head into the political season I thought I would put up for a while.

Dubya

Ashes in my shoes

This is a song I wrote several years ago when we were about to have our third child.  We finally gave in a got our first mini-van.  It was a tramatic experience. };o)  We now have two, and I have come to terms with the mini-van experience.

Domesticated Daddy

First time recording with a banjo my wife got me a while back.  I really don't know how to play it, so my appologise to excellent banjo pickers like Jon Mills.  };o)

Lyrics:  Another song about my dad's struggles toward the end of his life.

Morphine fog

Music and production by The Glen Granthem Band
This is our 3rd collaboration together...many thanks to Glen
My lyrics that inspired Glen are listed below.

HE GREW UP IN THE DUST BOWL
IN A SMALL TOWN IN OKLAHOMA
NO JOBS, JUST DUST AND MORE DUST
DREAMING ABOUT CALIFORNIA

ONE DAY HE DECIDED TO HEAD WEST
THE ROAD WAS LONG AND HARD
HITCH HIKING WHEN HE COULD
JUMPIN FREIGHT CARS IN TRAIN YARDS

A SIGN PAINTER BY TRADE
LOST HIS BRUSHES ON THE ROAD
MANAGED TO HANG ON TO HIS HARP
THE BOY WAS LONELY AND AFRAID

HE MADE IT TO THE GOLD COAST
FLAT BROKE AND HUNGRY
WITH ONLY THE SHIRT ON BACK
NEEDED SOME FOOD BADLY

STARTED PLAYING HIS HARP AND SINGING  
ON A STREET CORNER FOR NICKLES AND DIMES
SOON THE CROWDS WERE GATHERING
TO HEAR THE BOY FROM THE DUST BOWL

HE WAS THEN OFFERED A GIG AT A BAR
WITH A BORROWED GUITAR AND HARP
HE WAS SOON ON THE ROAD TO BEING A STAR
A RECORD DEAL WAS IN THE MAKING

CHORUS
FROM THE DUST BOWL TO STARDOM
THE YOUNG MAN NEVER GAVE UP
FROM THE DUST BOWL TO STARDOM
SOME SAY IT WAS DUMB LUCK
FROM THE DUST BOWL TO STARDOM
HE NEVER GAVE UP…HE NEVER GAVE UP

BRIDGE
HE WROTE SONGS ABOUT THE WORKING MAN
BECAUSE HE CARED ABOUT THE WORKING MAN

(REPEAT CHORUS)

© 2018 Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

From the Dust Bowl to Stardom - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring The Glen Granthem Band - Original

Written by John Fogerty
Performed and Arranged by me

Have you ever seen the rain

So good to get my utilities back and return to SC.  I had a bit of a time
with Hurricane Laura and Delta.  At times like this you find out how
truly strong we are.  The out pouring of so much help from family,
friends, neighbors, churches, local officials and government agencies
were tremendous.  I have been singing this along with my grand kids
lately.  A bit of encouragement, wow What A Wonderful World.

What A Wonderful World

“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim or too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard travelling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think that you've not got any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I'd starve to death before I'd sing any such songs as that. The radio waves and your movies and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow.”

― Woody Guthrie

Send my children home

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