Written when I had just turned 15 (1982). I had forgotten about it but someone found a tape of me singing it back then. I then purchased a  MacBook in 2020 and decided to record it as a learning exercise/demofor using GarageBand. Naive and simple, but an innocent song for challenging times.
Lyrics:

John the fisherman 

They call me John the fisherman 
And I can be seen every day
Working and risking my life as a fisherman 
Sailing out on the waves

I live in a cottage on a cliff, 
I never move far from the sea
I live on fish and homegrown peas
And sleep with a bible close to me

The only things I respect in my world
Are god and the sea 
For they both have claimed the lives of many who meant so much to me
(I say) I never fall in love any more
I’ve been hurt too many times
 (I tell them) I know all loves pitfalls 
I’ll leave that game to the fools! 

They call me John the fisherman 
They say that I’m so hard to please
I disagree with war and many policies 
And dislike people who criticise me

All my friends and family have long since gone
And I’m left with memories 
Some say I’m mad because I talk to myself 
It’s only because I’m lonely 

I wish I had someone to love
Someone to share my life
Someone to talk to on the cold winter nights
And cheer me as I grow old
I wish that I had grandchildren 
Who would smile and sit on my knee
I’d tell them stories of my life and would love them dearly 

They call me John the fisherman and I can be seen every day
Working and risking my life as a fisherman 
Sailing out on the waves

(Hymn to the sea) 
The sea provides but takes away 
It’s power demands respect
Our care and love are ours to give
To guard and to protect 

Our thoughts and prayers are offered up
For those at risk each day 
To feed us all, may they be safe
Working on the waves

James Whiteman 1981 Copyright 
 (Hymn to the sea James Whiteman 2020) Copyright

John the Fisherman

Cosmic Insects

One more dance song examining what happens when we die lol.
Oy, this one was really tough. I have such a hard time with words. I guess by now, half the population doesn't even know what 't-tops' are anymore! The vocal is really out of my range, and transposing was nearly impossible but I did drop it down all I could without being in the mud then i did what i could do vocal wise. The demo I used to practice was kind of fun I might post that later...

Ah, those hot summer nights when it felt alright
Seems like yesterday
With a bottle of booze and your platform shoes
Off to dance the night way

And you ride through town with the t-tops down
And the wind blowing fast and cool
And you’re revved up hot in the parking lot
Nowhere to go and nothing to do

It’s the summer of dreams when you’re seventeen
There's no way that you can't win
Try new things, spread your wings
You don’t think about the summer’s end

Music’s loud in this lively crowd
She's dancing around the room
With the strangers you know and the friends that you don’t
Then you just turn around and they’re all gone

Where do the dancers go, when they’re not dancing anymore
Where do the dancers go when their feet aren’t on the dance floor
To the underground? To the atmosphere?
Do you stay around, do you disappear
To the great unknown, where the wild winds blow,
It’s a short ride here but a long way home   

Ah, those hot summer nights when it felt alright
What did we know
Now you lie in bed the music in your head
but you can't go back to long ago

when the dance is done and the lights come on
We all need a place to shed our skin
Place like home just to rest our bones till the night comes ‘round again

Where Do The Dancers Go When They're Not Dancing Anymore (VOCAL)

The traditional “Wayfaring Stranger” has been at the foundation of North American music for at least two centuries, its origin is unknown.

Some historians have traced its genesis to the 1780s, others, the early 1800s. Depending on who you’re talking to the song may be a reworked Black spiritual, a lifted native hymn, or even a creation of nomadic Portuguese settlers from the southern Appalachian region.

According to the book The Makers of the Sacred Harp, by David Warren Steel and Richard H. Hulan, the lyrics were published in 1858 in Joseph Bever's Christian Songster, which was a collection of popular hymns and spiritual songs of the time. This may or may not have been the first time the song appeared in English print, and the songwriter is unknown. Steel and Hulan suggest the song was derived from an 1816 German-language hymn, "Ich bin ja nur ein Gast auf Erden" by Isaac Niswander.

During and for several years after the American Civil War, the lyrics were known as the Libby Prison Hymn. This was because the words had been inscribed by a dying Union soldier incarcerated in Libby Prison, a warehouse converted to a notorious Confederate prison in Richmond, Virginia known for its adverse conditions and high death rate. It had been believed that the dying soldier had authored the song to comfort a disabled soldier, but this was not the case since it had been published several years before the Civil War in 1858, before Libby Prison was put into service (1862).

Members of the Western Writers of America chose it as one of the Top 100 Western songs of all time.

[Intro]
Am  Dm  E  Am

[Verse]
Am
I'm just a poor

Wayfaring stranger
             Dm
Travelling through
             Am
This world below

There is no sickness

No toil, nor danger
                Dm
In that bright land
E           Am
 To which I go


[Chorus]
            F
I'm going there
           C
To see my father
            F
And all my loved ones
            E  E7 E
Who've gone on
          Am
I'm just going over Jordan
         Dm  E       Am
I'm just going over home


[Instrumental]
Am  Dm  E  Am      Am  Dm  E  Am


[Verse]
Am
I know dark clouds

Will gather round me
          Dm
I know my way
             Am
Is hard and steep

But beauteous fields

Arise before me
              Dm
Where God's redeemed
E             Am
Their vigils keep


[Chorus]
            F
I'm going there
           C
To see my mother
                F
She said she'd meet me
        E  E7 E
When I come
          Am
I'm just going over Jordan
         Dm  E       Am
I'm just going over home
          Am
I'm just going over Jordan
         Dm  E       Am
I'm just going over home...

Low-fi overdub with my Martin 00-21 guitar, gold tone micro bass, banjo, uke, mandolin, jaw harp and harmonica. JTSUNRISE

Wayfaring Stranger (Mr. Saturday Night)

Proud to Present our Number 76
BIIIIIIg Job Joerxworx ,You nailed it Bro!!!!!
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Looking forwat to number 77;-)

Lunatics76/ Symptomatisch/ Joerxworx & Ratzzz

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Mr Fidget

Les Introspections by Thuyonic is perfect.  I love it!
This cover is dreamlike by comparison.
After all, a cover should be different to the original, no?
I hope that my version will lead you into the crystal clarity of Thuyonic’s magnificent original track.
https://soundcloud.com/thuyonic/les-introspections
Thank you for listening,
Libby x

Instrospections

Introspections (cover of Les Introspections by Thuyonic)

Of All The Beautiful Faces

Concentricity

Bandcamp

Lago de Pirañas

"Elegy"

われは指にするどく研げるナイフをもち
葉櫻のころ
さびしき椅子に「復讐」の文字を刻みたり。

萩原朔太郎『純情小曲集』より

"When the cherry blossoms had fallen, I carved the word "revenge" with a sharp knife on the back of a park bench."
Quoted from "a collection of short poems of pure mind " by Sakutaro Hagiwara (Japanese poet; 1886-1942).

art work: Sebastiano Rizzardo via Pixabay

Elegy

my beautiful sophomore album "TEMPTEST" but this is the deluxe version with 6 extra songs released on December 1st! 

DREAMING

Drwm is "drum" in Welsh

Punk tekno with gabber and jungle influences

Composers: Marc Dauncey

Please also follow https://soundcloud.com/marc-dauncey

Mr Fidget

DRWM