Great rendition..love the "The Beatles"..very nice guitar work..captivating & mesmerizing..Great mix & recording!

Cor , this takes me back , great version !

Ye Jacobites By Name
Robert Burns 1759 - 1796

Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear, you will hear
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear.

What is right, and what is wrong, by the law, by the law?
What is right and what is wrong by the law?
What is right, and what is wrong?
A short sword, and a long,
A weak arm and a strong, for to draw, for to draw
A weak arm and a strong, for to draw.

What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife?
To whet th' assassin's knife,
Or hunt a parent's life, wi' bloody war?

Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state,
Then let your schemes alone in the state.
So let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,
And leave a man undone, to his fate, to his fate.
And leave a man undone, to his fate.

Ye Jacobites By Name

Dear Prudence (by the Beatles)

September 18, 2022
Recording as makebelieve 
Bainbridge Tourist Center and Bingo Hall

Jared : lead
Brad : bass
Gary : percussion 
Coldheart: vocals

Photo: close up of Pete Seeger display
             Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Skin in the game 

Sometimes 
You gotta put a little 
Skin in the game, baby
Sometimes it hurts to win
And If you can’t sing with the angels 
Then howl with the wolves 
For man is a wolf to man 

And when the sun don’t shine as bright 
And the stars start falling down at night
I’ll be looking for you in the moonlight 
Looking for you in the moonlight 

You gotta put a little 
Skin in the game, baby
Sometimes it hurts to win 
From rounding first to stealing home
Can’t conquer thirst by breaking bones 
And if you can’t sing with the angels 
Then howl with the wolves 
For man is a wolf to man

And when the sun don’t shine as bright
And the stars start falling down at night
I’ll be looking for you in the moonlight 
Looking for you in the moonlight

skin in the game

_F R E E__D O W N L O A D_ but if you want you can buy the digital title in high quality at the following link(which of course would make me even more happy): 
https://crumius.bandcamp.com/track/cello-freak

Cello Freak

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■概要(Overview)
Happy New Year !
2023年です。月日が経つのが年々早くなっていきます。

脳のトレーニングとして即興で思い浮かんだ歌詞で歌いました。
「Dancing  Baby」と「Happy New Year」以外の言葉が出てこなくて困りました。

ソフトウェアサンプラー「TX16Wx」を少し使いました。
ちょっとまだ荒っぽいですが、これから慣れていきたいと思います。

話が長くなりました。
今年も何卒よろしくお願いいたします！

Happy New Year!
It's 2023. Time goes by faster and faster year by year.

I sang with lyrics that came to my mind improvised as brain training.
I had trouble coming up with words other than "Dancing Baby" and "Happy New Year." 

I used the software sampler "TX16Wx" a little.
It's still a little rough, but I'd like to get used to it.

The story has become long.
Thank you for your kind support this year!

■歌詞
「Happy New Year 2023」

(Dancing,Dancing Baby・・・)
(Happy New Year・・・)

4..6..4..9..よろしくね！

4・・・Fall in love
6・・・Sixth Sense
4・・・For you
9・・・Nein

よろしくね！

(Happy New Year・・・)
(Dancing,Dancing Baby・・・)

Ah....

「Happy New Year 2023 よろしくね！」

(Dancing Baby・・・)

■ lyrics
"Happy New Year 2023"

(Dancing, Dancing Baby...)
(Happy New Year...)

4..6..4..9.. Nice to meet you!

4...Fall in love
6...Sixth Sense
4...For you
9 Nein

Nice to meet you!

(Happy New Year...)
(Dancing, Dancing Baby...)

Ah....

"Happy New Year 2023 Nice to meet you!"

(Dancing Baby...)

Happy New Year 2023

Phone recording added to by The Happy Somethings 

I uploaded Bitter before but in my opinion this Bitter is better.
I wrote and played it on the 1st January 2023.

I have loved The Happy Somethings since I first heard them when in Azerbaijan about 6 years ago.  We share the philosophy that if we try harder it sounds worse!  I am pleased and honoured that they spontaneously decided to colloborate and be my "ramshackle"  backing band on this song!  a bit like with Buddy Holly's apartment tapes, only I think Buddy's were better before...and Buddy was never bitter.    

link to their page: https://on.soundcloud.com/87eTU

...and in the words of The Happy Somethings:

"We have been fans of Cobbled Moth's musical output for some considerable time and when we came across this new song called 'Bitter' we just immediately loved it. One evening, bored with ourselves, and without him knowing, we decided to become his backing band... fortunately he embraced our audacity!"

credits
released January 9, 2023

Artwork by Joy.  Not meant to depict me, I'm still just a young lad...in his late 30s. 

Written by Cobbled Moth.
Copyright - all rights reserved - 
Cobbled Moth - Main vocals and acoustic guitar.
The Happy Somethings - other stuff

Lyrics:
I remember you sweeter
Jiving at Saint Peters
You were a spirit transmitter
But now you are bitter
And it's a shame
If you think no one cares
You went through pain
I know I was there
But you always had a wise word
And a kind word too
What happened to you?
I remember you taller
And now you are smaller
Over the land you would skitter
But now you're just bitter
Ooo oo now you are bitter
Ooo oo now we are bitter
And it's a shame
If we think no one cares
We went through pain
Yet always stayed fair
And we always had a wise word
And a kind word too
The disillusionment grew and grew and grew
I remember you fatter
And it didn't matter
In the days before twitter
When you were not bitter
I remember you jolly
In the rain with no brolly
I remember you shiny
Your wit was perfectly briny
I remember you noble
Before the dragon went global
You were never a quitter
Hope you stop being bitter


Bitter - Cobbled Moth & The Happy Somethings

Windy Night (All At Home)

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

MIX/MASTER - Woods Studio
Fog City Fogey - electric guitar, bass, background vocals, production assistance

NOTE: Yup, the C in CW stands for Chris...

LYRIC
The morning mirror can be harsh and cold
You know you’re not young but are you that old?
You need your coffee to really wake up
Maybe that happens around the fifth cup
It’s a new day - brand spanking new
It’ll probably - spank the heck out of you

It’s time to face up to the mess you made
The fools you trusted and the loyal betrayed
You better face up to the mess you made

You tire your brain thinking who to blame
It keeps coming up with the same damn name
There’s so many people who go by Chris
How you supposed to know which one it is
What a puzzle, a conundrum 
Ah come on now, you’re not that dumb

It’s time you own up to the mess you made
The debts accrued and the tax unpaid
It’s time you own up to the mess you made

of things through bad decisions
Sad submissions
Hasty brush offs 
And clumsy overtures
That mess you’re seeing is all yours

Meet a friend at a diner, slide in the booth
It’s time for confession, admit the truth
Eat half her fries, say yeah I’m a wreck
And then you leave her with the check

no one’s thinking you’ll repay a loan
so when you call they mute the phone 
It’ll shock them if you atone

It’s time you face up to the mess you made
You’re no innocent, drop the charade
If your sins had legs it’d be quite the parade
You better face up to the mess you made

Sexagenarian Vol IV

The Mess You Made

Music, lyrics, vocal & ac. guitar : Grave
Other instrumefnts & mix : PJ Project

Possible Impossibly W/ Grave

standard tuning Em / G / C / Am

I've got a chest full of lead

But not how you'd expect

Anguish, pressure crushes

Every fiber in my head 


Silent tears come streaming down

With the world in peaceful sleep

When the sun comes back around the corner

I'll bury these thoughts so deep


Time is lost, and muscles tight

Another unproductive night

When you wake up in the morning

Everything will be alright 


And if it wouldn't hurt

I'd like to see you one more time

Life keeps slipping by

Right before my very eyes


—------


And what if we are looking

Up at that same star

One thing that's for certain

I always wonder where you are






Chest Full of Lead

Solo acoustic rock n roll! 

I am a solo guitarist mainly playing acoustically. I am a rock n roller with folk, country, blues, jazz and classical influences. Cowpunk perhaps? Though I'm pretty sure I'm not cool enough to call myself a cowpunk!

I have written two songs, Mexico and Solution, and have also written a number of instrumentals. As I don't have many songs of my own, I like to learn to play standards so I have developed a bit of a repertoire.

All originals are copyright. 

Thanks for listening and I hope you enjoy it!

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