Cafe Risque

Running Wild Running Free

It was 1995, I had already acquired my trusty Alesis SR-16 "Dr No" but not hooked it up in stereo yet on my 4-track cassette recorder.

This track is one of the more fun I made in those days, thought I'd share it here. For the occasion, I properly mixed and mastered it in such a way to keep it's original character intact as much as possible. I did put *some* fancy effect to stereoize the vocals a little, and there is a subtle stereo reverb on the drums.. Things like that, but that's just to make it palatable for the modern crowd. This is after all an original recording, no edits, no overdubs.

Thinking about putting an entire 'legacies' album together. Would anyone be interested in that?

The very mature lyrics:

Salvation song
Connect me if I'm wrong
Me I am cracked, broken and torn
Haven't been clean ever since I was born

But I don't bear much pain
I'm not gonna jump no train
Every single hour every single day
Guess life is just a game

Some say I am insane
Some say I am just the same
As all them youth rebel rabble rebel rabble
Well I know better but you won't hear me tell
Everyone lives his own little hell
Let them turn around in their own smell
I let them feel bad if they let me feel well
It be alright with me

I know I only live to be
I know this is all you can see
I live to be just like the trees
And the flowers and the bees

Some say I am insane
Some say I am just the same
As all them you rebel rabble rebel rabble
Let live through their own hell
Let them live with their own smell

Salvation

Salvation song
Connect me if I'm wrong
Me I am cracked broken and torn
Haven't been clean ever since I was born

Some say salvation
Everyone, everyone...
Rebel rabble rebel rabble
Loser! Loser!

noitavlaS

Salvation Song

For the promptwriting it's not a challenge thread https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/post/topic=7279.0

Breakfast at noon

Sprinkling the breakfast
with bubbles, sparklingly fresh.
Bread & butter & what not,
am I coldreading you,
Or loosing the plot?
Baking bread, grinding beans,
slowly rising
From confusing dreams
Don't squeeze that orange
  all over the place!

Breakfast at noon
(Cereals, Continental, Vegan toast)

Pretty soon
we will be back in the room
but now's the moment
to chase away the gloom

Tea, my dear?
There is still time
For now and all tomorrows
This should be the line
That we don't want to cross
before breakfast is done.

Making bread, taking time

Gotta get back
to the breakfast
as soon as I can!

Zoom ba be day bye doom dai
dum a dum da boobe di bay

Picture https://www.rijksmuseum.nl/nl/collectie/RP-T-1950-165 Rijksmuseum publiek domein     Carel Nicolaas Storm van 's-Gravesande
1915.

Breakfast at noon

Love Tonight

Waiting (Between hope and despair)

I had this little ear worm in my head for a few days but  I got stuck and https://soundcloud.com/fadysporz  came to the rescue and build this little dream castle. Fabulous photographs by ghislaine.b.righton should you wish for some visuals. 

https://youtu.be/6nWNyjZTrTc

Halloumi with apricots
On a pumpernickel slice
You can find one in the sandwich bar 
At the entrance to the park 

There’s nothing more to wish for
You don’t go that far
There’s a bench outside to sit on
At the entrance to the park

A little finch moves up an inch 
To join you on the bench
He’ll never let you dine alone
There’s always two for lunch

There’s nothing more to wish for
You don’t need to fly yo Mars
There’s a bench outside the sandwich bar
At the entrance to the park

Entrance To The Park

The Entrance To The Park  (with FADY)

Nubles day

Out With The Guys

: 🕺🏼 Melbourne 🕺🏼 :

You fold your arms like you’re holdin’ in thunder,
Eyes stuck on the floor like it might say somethin’.
I pour a drink just to hear the ice clatter—
That sound’s been louder than us lately.
We’re standin’ still but the silence is movin’,
Like there’s a fight in the room nobody’s choosin’.
I reach for your hand, you fake a smile,
It’s been like this for a while…
And I’d rather break than bend,
Say the words and let the hurt begin—
Than sit here sinkin’ in—
We keep sayin’ nothin’… but it’s screamin’ loud,
Like a goodbye dress in a suitcase now.
We’re shufflin’ hearts like cards on the table,
We’re shufflin’ hearts like cards on the table,
Both too scared to lay ‘em down.
We ain’t sayin’ the words, but they’re hangin’ there—
Like smoke in the kitchen, thick in the air.
If love’s still here, it ain’t stayin’…
In all the things… we ain’t sayin’.
You pull your sleeve like you’re fixin’ not to feel it,
I make a joke we both know ain’t real.
Clock ticks slow like it’s beggin’ for mercy…
Ain’t just the walls that are hurtin’.
And maybe love don’t always shout—
But silence?
That’s how it drowns.
We keep sayin’ nothin’… but it’s screamin’ loud,
Like a goodbye dress in a suitcase now.
We’re shufflin’ hearts like cards on the table,
Both too scared to lay ‘em down.
We ain’t sayin’ the words, but they’re hangin’ there—
Like smoke in the kitchen, thick in the air.
If love’s still here, it ain’t stayin’…
In all the things… we ain’t sayin’.

What We Ain't Sayin'

Burning Car  - Paper Fuse (Remix )

I knew at an early age that music would be a part of my life forever. In music I found my self-esteem and a way to make people feel. I began singing in public at nine years old and playing drums at thirteen.  In the tenth grade I auditioned to play drums and percussion with the South Georgia College and got the "gig". I performed in many musical productions there until I graduated high school and joined the army.  I continued performing in the NCO clubs while serving.
After obtaining the G.I. Bill I attended the University of South Carolina, where I played with several local bands. In 1982 I graduated college and taught special education until retirement last May. There, I witnessed the magic of music through my students.
I now enjoy the peace and solitude of a farm in the middle of "God's Country" here in Tennessee. With much help from family and friends, I am able to share my original songs with you.
I sincerely thank you for taking a bit of your time with me. I hope you receive a blessing from a song or two and as you listen, I hope you hear my heart in each and every one.  Tony

Running Wild Running Free

Tony Harrell