this that real music i like the way u made it

good performance, quality cover of this legendary song

Pretty good song dude 👍👍 keep going

Fine work the guitar play is a joy to listen to 👊

cool and super voice full support 🔥🌴👍

great remake, I love the way it came out the boy who cried

Damn, brodie, the vibes in here are so dope!

Copy of Related tracks: When I First Met You Jxcky

Verse 1
He was on a path to nowhere, then he raised his head
One day, he opened up his eyes and this is what he said to me.

Pre-Chorus 1
Brother I won’t hurt you, I’ll always be your friend
But if I don’t do something, with my life soon it will end
And you see, there’s no point in me carrying on, unless I change my evil ways.

Chorus
I’m gone, I’m moving on, I’m rolling down this road alone
I’m gone, I’m moving on, So raise a glass for me, farewell
I’ll see you soon on the other side, and it will be my brand-new day.

Bridge
Black sheep I know - We fall down
Addictions we bleed - We hold on
Hallelujah - Be strong
The brother I keep - He’s long gone

Verse 2
Seven years and not a word
Seven years I dreamed of change
And then, he showed up at my door
This is what he said to me

Pre-Chorus 2
Brother, please forgive me, for never coming home
I didn’t have the strength to stay here, the temptations long been gone
Believe me, I’ve bled my last drop of tainted blood, and I’ve changed my evil ways

Chorus 2
Long gone, back where I belong, I’ve found my way down the road back home
Long gone, back where I belong, Please open your hearts to me again
Or I’ll see you soon on the other side, and it’ll be my brand-new day

Brother

The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The  Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest thing they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; 
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he said me with a moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through (to)  the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore that I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I don't know how long in the snow I wrestled with my grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced 'bout ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I said: "I will just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, it's time I looked"; and then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

The Cremation Of Sam McGee

Love Hold Me Gently

Wrong Way

I Have Been Stabbed, Shot, Poisoned, Frozen, Hung, Electrocuted, and Burned

Soft as cream.
Your waters wouldn't muddy a stream.
Just a blowhard.
All your wildest schemes 
They contain nothing at all.

The places you say you've been.
Found a quiet little corner to live in your dreams
Save your plastic pleas.
You're crazy.
Ooft, you're so hard.

Now, you want to think about it.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sat on your phone.
Just a constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Summer breeze.
Floating on a high from the bennies kicking.
Pocket full of empty, candid, claptrap.
Outside, mafting, saucer, rat-trap.

It's hard to change.
When you've never even seen your own face.
When you can't decide which one to replace.
And which one to wear today.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

When you look in the mirror.
Do you know who you face?
You're never gonna get out of this place.

Talk It Out

Darklings

Blue Sky

When I First Met You Jxcky

Crazy

Les grands espaces sont balayés par le vent du Nord.
J’y ai enterré ceux qui ont osé venir me défier.

Ceci est ma terre.
Je ferai le nécessaire
Pour la garder.
J’ai abandonné 
Toute humanité
Par loyauté.

Un homme de la ville s’est présenté avec ses papiers.
Je les ai brûlés dans mon bûcher. Nul ne l’a trouvé.

Ceci est ma terre.
Je ferai le nécessaire
Pour la garder.
J’ai abandonné 
Toute humanité
Par loyauté.

Les Grands Espaces

Eddie Q - Every Breath ( Remix ).m4a

The Lights Go On, The Music Dies

Bulletproof (ft. Corey)

Dealership

Cover of Sometimes, My Bloody Valentine <3

Sometimes - My Bloody Valentine (Cover)

News Intro

For Jonathon Brandmeier's morning show.

Written by: Ron Snyder 
1990
Remastered 2021

http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

Ron Snyder - Newsman, Bluesman, Buzz Kilman (1990)

All vocals and music written and performed by C. Riggalls

Stay True (C) & (P) 2020 C. Riggalls

Crazy

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