FAWM

Mixing It Up

For the FAWM challenge.
Home recording, aka very Lo-Fi.

Kottarainen

my last FAWM track. Kind of says it all really

So Tired Mixdown

If (50 songs/90 days) - song 15

My monthly song for June.  I just attended a seminar on Ambiguous Losses.  My husband has Alzheimer's.  The leader advised it would be good to process these losses creatively instead of stuffing them inside.  I move my husband into Memory Care in May after caring for him 9 years at home.  There is no sympathy card for this.

This isn’t what we would choose
Alzheimer’s is a journey where
Both of you loose

Slowly loss mounts
People forget to care
Yet each tear counts

Dear Hallmark
Create a card for this
I know I’m not alone
There are many on this journey with me
I moved him from our home
But sometimes wish he’d miss me
It feels like there’s no end
Yet I know I’ll cry forever when it does
As well as my best friend
We have one of those true sought after loves

Three months ago
He accused me of having an affair
I’d never you know

Now he’s befriended a gal
One who lives in his memory care
Who’s more than a pal

Chorus

Each of these losses keep adding 
Each tear stings when it falls
Believe me I know I have blessings
Yet sometimes the sadness still calls

Chorus

This isn’t what we would choose
Alzheimer’s is a journey where
Both of you loose

Monthly Inspiration

The Journey

BARITONE UKULELE ...COMPOSED AND PERFORMED BY TONY CATALANO
VIDEO ON YOUTUBE ....FEATURING ARTWORK BY TONY CATALANO

Comfort me

written, created, recorded and produced by screamie birds with additinal lyrics and vocals by bill white

Can You Feel It Test 11

The highway pulls me forward
And I’m rolling through my thoughts
Knowing I don’t feel right
And it’s easy to connect the dots

I’ll be on stage again tonight
Can’t deny it’s a magical ride
I’ll do songs of trains, and rains, and windswept plains
But I’m wishing you were right here by my side

I may be singing ’bout the luck I’ve had
’bout all the things that make me glad
I may be singing of the joy when love is true
Every song I sing
Every song I sing
Every song I sing
Is really
'bout you

There’s one about a trucker
As he’s heading out alone
All the signs say wrong way
’Cause of who he left behind at home

Another is about a man
Who buys his woman jewels and furs
He’d give up the fancy cars and bars and stars
If he could only spend more time with her

I may be singing ’bout the dreams I’ve had
’bout the solitude that makes me sad
I may be singing of a pair of eyes so blue
  
Is really
About you
Every song I sing
Is really
About you
One day I’ll be back in your arms forever
I’m hoping it won’t take too long
I’d rather share my feelings with you face-to-face each day
Than sing about them in my songs
I may be singing ’bout the sky at night
’bout the shimmering of city lights
I may be singing of a home coming into view
Every song I sing
Is really
About you
(Repeat)
Every song I sing
Is really
About you

5090-2020

Every song I sing

The Wondrous Wild

"The Black Hole of Point Sturt" is the tale of the most infamous sailing race victory of the miniature schooner Flying Tadpole II 25 years ago, forever earning her the enmity of the fibreglass sailboat owners of the Murray Lakes.   You can find the full story (illustrated) at http://www.ace.net.au/schooner/blakhole.htm   It's true, all of it.  Other than I can't vouch for the virgins, they weren't on my boat.

THE BLACK HOLE OF POINT STURT (part 1)
Lyrics Copyright © 2000-2021 TJ Fatchen  Music Copyright 2021 TJ Fatchen  All Rights Reserved APRA-AMCOS

 
Come gather round, you spotted crakes, 
You water rats and tiger snakes, 
You moorhens geese and rails, 
You mussels, yabbies, snails, 
And hear about the way we sailed
The race we stole the cake!

 I'll sing again of racing dire, 
 Where many sailed with hearts afire, 
 To their havoc and dismay,
Yes! Havoc, and dismay! 
Such havoc and dismay, 
Our cockroach lit their pyre! 

The schooner Flying Tadpole sailed 
From Goolwa in the morning 
Revenge she sought for honour smirched 
By uncouth sailboats' scorning. 
For all throughout the previous night 
While her crew slumbered, 
Surrounding vessels sneered and laughed 
And vowed her days were numbered 

Those leg-of-muttoneers proclaimed 
"It's on the nose tomorrer! 
And Scooner sailing on the wind 
Brings nowt but pain and sorrer! 
She won't win this race, that's fer sure. 
At last, retaliation! 
So raise a beer, and let's all jeer 
At Tad's humiliation!" 

Off Laffin Point, her anchor free, 
Did Tadpole lie in wait, 
And sniff the foul nor'easter blowing 
Through the starting gate. 
There came the start, the gun was fired, 
The fleet in solid masses 
On port tack through the line did sail, 
Full twoscore stupid asses. 

For 'cross their bows in line astern, 
Their racing rules a-swinging, 
Came Flying Tadpole, and two more, 
On starboard tack a-winging! 

Boats rounded up, boats bore away, 
Boats tangled bunched and crashed. 
Strange tongues their skippers bayed in 
While their crews with boathooks clashed 
"Curse you Tadpole!" was the call, 
"You wooden cockroach boat! 
But now the wind's dead foul for you! 
It's our turn next to gloat "

FAWM 2021

The Black Hole of Point Sturt (Part 1)

Say It Anyway - FAWM (demo)

TIM FATCHEN:  master pianist and keyboard performer creating and performing accessible New Age, classical and period music. From acoustic piano to synths to fully orchestrated, his music ranges from quietly meditative and relaxing, through sombre, to happy and uplifting and occasionally quirky (but kind). Summary:  nice, polite, quiet, writes serious and often soothing music, good dinner guest. 

There is an alter ego and alternate band, FLYING TADPOLE, with a very very different approach to life, the universe etc.  http://www.soundcloud.com/flying-tadpole

Mixing It Up

timfatchen

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