Côté Canal

Soul Deposit

Meant To Be

Rouge Gorge (pour Irene)

Triste Clown

Glimmer Remix (Remix)

Drawn from memories of a long journey many years ago.

Rollin' Out From The Shadows

Lyrics: Andrea Brennan
Music, vocals and production: Jeff Walker

V1
On the outskirts of Phoenix
There's a lowdown dirty dive
Where a man like myself
Can always find a good time

V2
Skull and crossbones on the door
And the liquor flows free
An oasis in the desert
For a thirsty guy like me

Chorus
Enter the fold
Of the devil's hold
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack
Blood runs colder than a witches tit
And every heart is black
Pick your poison
And watch your back
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack

V3
Every fellow's packing
Counting on a fight
Half of why I come here 
In the dead of the night

V4
Where the sparks are gonna fly
Is anybody's guess
Every friend is a foe
Inside this viper's nest

Chorus
Enter the fold
Of the devil's hold
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack
Blood runs colder than a witches tit
And every heart is black
Pick your poison
And watch your back
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack

Bridge
Some may think I'm crazy
Yet, some will understand
If you care to join me
You know where I am

Chorus
Enter the fold
Of the devil's hold
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack
Blood runs colder than a witches tit
And every heart is black
Pick your poison
And watch your back
Down at the Rattlesnake Shack

Rattlesnake Shack - Collaboration with Jeff Walker

I Won't Play Another Lick Until I Get A Whiskey

The path of least resistance

I couldn’t be bothered to look up the email address 

Dear mr SoundCloud I’ve written before 
But as your still a cunt I’ll presume I was ignored 
I’ve always led from the front and I know  it’s a flaw
But this ain’t no stunt I’m just settling the score 
For your information my speech has no hate
I go out of my way to way to call everyone mate
Every time I press play I describe it as great
So why do you say your deciding my fate
You say it’s because I used the word fag 
Which means cigarette you silly daft slag
Oh shit I bet I’m back in the gulag
Fuck it you tit I’ll go get my school bag 
Dad said fag , and grandad too
It’s what we smoke while we’re having a brew
Until some fucking joke like you
Finds a crime like scooby doo
In your moody tune shop
Fuck off you flip flop 
It’s just you and your mucky minded bots
Peeking in on private spots
And wiping words while knowing not
What feelings threw them in the pot
A waste of time but worth a shot
I’m not even bothered about myself 
But then there’s folk like my mate gal
Who’s got issues with his health 
You cunts piled on him as well
I can’t help but think
That this style of stink
Would wither up and die
If all our words 
were seen and heard 
By human ears and eyes

To whom it may concern

New song written and performed by David Cooper.

Lyrics:

Hey there - It’s good to see you again
Good to hold you
And be your friend
It’s been a while since we last met
Have you been okay since then?

I wondered why - You went away
What was on your mind? 
That dark, dark day
When you packed your bags
Left here on your own

Chorus

But I realise what you’ve been through
Not knowing what to do
Just lying there wide awake
In the middle of the night

Solo

It’s been a long, long time
Since you up and went and left this town
I was so used to you being around
Oh I missed you, every now and then

Now it’s so good to have you back
To see you happy being home
But I know what’s inside your head
You know what it’s like to be alone
Chorus x 2 - Outro

Middle of the night

Simple times hopefully coming.
 1975 Roselle Dulcimer, 1928 Gibson A2 Mandolin, 1945 Martin 0-18

Redid one I called Simple Times ahead because that track had terrible distortion.

Simple times a'coming

We suddenly lost our brother and my twin, Timothy, last weekend. 
Tim was born with developmental issues, and I was his legal guardian. We were very close and had that "twin" connection. He was also a wonderful soul.  As we struggle to make arrangements and process this, after a few days in a complete fog, I decided to post this song I had pending in his honor. It was not written for him, but some of the sentiments expressed here are universal and seemed fitting. Originally, I was going to say I was proud of the bridge, but now I appreciate you listening, and I hope you enjoy it.
Cherish your friends and family. Tell them you love them, and I hope you have a safe and Happy Holiday Season.

Tom

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