lovely, made me smile. very pleasant piece, great work.

@user-138663860: Thanks a lot! I'm glad you're smiling!

Lovely Jolly song! It does what it says on the tin!

This is wonderful putting the best face on those icy winds that careen down to the Texas panhandle. The performance is superb in every way.

The Missing Limbs Forecast

I learned this song in kindergarten and it stayed with me. I haven't heard it since then (many decades ago), and it doesn't show up when you search the internet. There aren't too many songs that celebrate the dubious joys of these two months, and it seems very appropriate to post it now. It's a catchy little ditty!

Lyrics:

January Jolly and February Bold,
Two little brothers from the Northland cold,
Mother Winter sends them to mind just what they’re told, so,
January Jolly and February Bold.

Always blow, blow, blow, blow,
Helping Jackie Frost with his ice and snow,
Always blow, blow, wind so cold,
January Jolly and February Bold.

Always blow, blow, blow, blow,
Helping Jackie Frost with his ice and snow,
Always blow, blow, wind so cold,
January Jolly and February Bold. (Repeat all)

January Jolly & February Bold (cover)

Claudio:  Acoustic guitar & Vocals 
Stephane:   Electric Guitar & Bass,  Organ and Piano,  Drums, backing vocals
Eva : Backing Vocals
Drums Gerald

The Son's Letter

It’s about becoming  the person you wanna be .

The artwork was a photo taken by Noobly in October 1982 on the 20th anniversary of the release of “Love Me Do”. The original Cavern Club being demolished to build a ventilation shaft (that was never actually needed/built).

The new Cavern has stepped out the Ashes on the same site and a visit is highly recommended.

Step Out The Ashes ~ Conscience of Kings featuring Gaz & Noobly

funny, that the irish flute fits that good to the indian tabla sample.

Indian Dream (with Flute)

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
__________________________________________________________________

Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

[Verse 1]
Slammed doors, shattered dreams,
Voices echo, broken screams.
Another night, another fight,
Didn’t wanna say goodbye.

Packed a bag, left my phone,
Didn’t want them tracking home.
Got a ride, hit the road,
Now I’m out here on my own.

[Pre-Chorus]
Mama cried, but I ain't there,
Dad just shrugged, like he don’t care.
Sister’s lost inside her mind,
And the little ones ask why.

[Chorus]
Seventeen and gone,
Too far down this road to turn around.
No ID, no name,
Just a shadow lost inside this town.
They’re looking for me, I know,
But I can’t go back, I won’t go home.

[Verse 2]
Streetlights flicker in the night,
New friends, but nothing feels right.
Torn jeans, borrowed time,
Running fast, crossing lines.

Cops are asking, mom’s in tears,
Daddy won’t admit his fears.
Sister whispers to the stars,
"Where you are, do you miss us at all?"

[Pre-Chorus]
Mama prayed, but I ain't there,
Dad just sighed, like he don’t care.
Sister’s drowning in the past,
And the little ones still ask.

[Chorus]
Seventeen and gone,
Too far down this road to turn around.
No ID, no name,
Just a shadow lost inside this town.
They’re looking for me, I know,
But I can’t go back, I won’t go home.

[Bridge]
Then the sirens cut the night,
Blue and red flashing lights.
Friends lied, but they knew,
Mom pulled up, stepped out, I’m through.

[Verse 3]
Tears in her eyes, fire in her voice,
Mad and relieved, no real choice.
Dad just smirked, shook my hand,
Said, "Now you’re a man, you took a stand."

[Pre-Chorus]
Mama’s broken, trust is torn,
Dad just acts like I was born
To run, to fight, to prove I’m strong,
But why do I still feel so wrong?

[Final Chorus]
Seventeen and found,
Standing in the wreckage of what I’ve done.
No way to fix the pain,
Just a lesson carved in everyone.
They searched for me, now I know,
I can’t go back, but I’m still home.

[Outro]
Mama’s hurt, I see it now,
Sister’s quiet, looking down.
Daddy laughs, but I just stare,
I ran away, but I’m still there...

Seventeen and Gone

Sophie and I stripped it all down – raw chords, bare emotions. “Stay Under (Unplugged)” is now on YouTube.
🎧 Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yT1ZL4QWxk

After over 10,000 listens to the original version with Laura Maren (https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/burning-inside-feat-laura-maren) Burning Inside returns in a stripped-down and even more visceral guise.
This acoustic version lays the song bare, letting every crack, every unsaid word, every flame that burns inside emerge.

A raw and intimate grunge, where the voice becomes confession and the silence burns as much as the sound.
For those who loved the original: this is the same soul, but without skin.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie Ellison

Lyrics
[Verse]
The ash is falling like a blackened snow
The fire’s inside me
It won’t let go
My veins are rivers
They're running red
A pyre ignites the thoughts in my head

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Verse 2]
A scream is rising but it makes no sound
The smoke’s a shroud that pulls me down
Every ember whispers
It knows my name
The heat’s a lover and it plays the game

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Bridge]
The walls are melting
The shadows crawl
I see my face in the fire’s thrall
Every spark a secret
A truth untold
This inferno’s mine
It’s fierce and cold

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

Burning inside unplugged version

"19th. Degree Blues" (Jack Miller) [06.02.25]

19th. Degree Blues [06.02.25]

Long Fuzzy Train

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/yogur-de-fresa-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/yogur-de-fresa-ver-texto

YOGUR DE FRESA

Esta es esa niña bien
que por descender de familia
se cree dama distinguida
de la cabeza hasta los pies.

Como no es su fuerte estudiar
se acomoda en una revista
donde hará las entrevistas
a los famosos de verdad.

Tampoco le va madrugar,
por lo que resulta gracioso
contemplar su rostro a las ocho
haciendo la entrada triunfal.

Cuando llame el apetito
se comerá las galletas
y el ritual yogur de fresa
que componen su almuercito
y contará que el domingo 
se fue a una sala de fiestas
donde conoció a un atleta
a un cadete o a un médico.

Esta es esa niña bien
que aunque su mamá lo intentara
no pudo nunca ser nombrada
como la chica más fetén.

Fracasó la idea de hacer
de una infeliz una gran dama
haciendo que se codeara
con el retoño de un burgués.

Lo mismo ocurrió en la elección
de la reina en fiestas de barrio
soñó que vivía en palacio
y luego ¡ni aun dama de honor!

Ha de estar de manifiesto
que  esta ocasión los culpables
fueron los imponderables
que trajeron desarreglos
consecuencia de los nervios
y estar tan insoportable
para que se la mandasen
a tomar el viento fresco.

Esta es esa niña bien
que aunque se las dé de moderna
sus modos denotan la escuela
que la condujo a ser quién es.

Dice ser mujer liberal
sin ningún tabú ni prejuicio
y que al tener un sueldo fijo
pronto se independizará.

Y luego poderse marchar
por ahí buscando aventuras
sin pensar que esa “película”
es para mayores de edad.

Oye bien lo que te digo
niña tonta y consentida:
no te creas que la vida 
aceptará los caprichos
que hasta hoy has tenido
siempre a punto en tu alcancía
pues te sentirás perdida
en el más amargo olvido.
	
STRAWBERRY YOGURT

This is that well-to-do girl
who, because she comes from a family,
thinks she's a distinguished lady
from head to toe.

Since studying isn't her strong suit,
she settles down at a magazine
where she'll interview
real celebrities.

She's not an early riser either,
so it's funny
to see her face at eight
making her grand entrance.

When hunger strikes,
she'll eat the cookies
and the ritual strawberry yogurt
that make up her lunch
and tell everyone that on Sunday
she went to a nightclub
where she met an athlete,
a cadet, or a doctor.

This is that well-to-do girl
who, even if her mother tried,
could never be named
the hottest girl.

The idea of turning
an unhappy woman into a great lady
by having her rub shoulders
with the offspring of a bourgeoisie failed.

The same thing happened during the queen's election at a neighborhood festival.

She dreamed she lived in the palace,
and then she wasn't even a lady-in-waiting!

It must be clear that this time the culprits were unforeseen events that brought disorder,
a consequence of nerves,
and being so unbearable that they sent her
out into the cold.

This is that good girl,
who, although she acts modern,
her manners reflect the schooling
that led her to be who she is.

She says she's a liberal woman,
without any taboos or prejudices,
and that, with a steady salary,
she'll soon become independent.

And then she can go off
looking for adventures,
without thinking that this "movie"
is for adults.

Listen carefully to what I'm telling you,
foolish and spoiled girl:
don't think that life
will accept the whims
that until now you've always had
ready in your piggy bank,
because you'll feel lost
in the most bitter oblivion.

Yogur de fresa (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

Guitarist Hank Rusch releases the first song from his much anticipated new album entitled Along The Mississippi. It is a bonafide rocker.  Hank's growly voice imparts the lyrics, with a great recurring guitar riff following each line, eighth notes hammering away, a killer lead guitar solo with Hank playing with the abandon of an animal loosed from its cage....He's long gone and out of sight.

GOOD BAD AND BLUE
By Hank Rusch

My lady left to today she left a note on the table
We're diggin' lots of trench but we ain't got no cable
The boss is breathin' down my neck he wants us to work faster
but with half the crew missin' it's a big disaster

My buddy saw her cheatin' but I played it cool
but now it's official so I guess I'm a fool
We're short on supplies and I'm the last man standin'
But I'll keep on pushin'
cause that's what lifes' demandin'

Well, I work just hard enough to feel good
But not enough to make it right like I should
My hearts' gettin' heavy but I'm gonna get through
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

I'm the only man I know who ain't got a bad back
But today I slipped my sacroiliac
Still, the ladies don't mind I guess I still got my charm
I walk in the place with two on my arm

The weekend's comin' I can finally kick back
But the boss wants more hustle I ain't feelin' that
Heart's heavy with memories, I don't know what to do
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

The weekend's here I can kick back and breathe
My boss keeps on pushin' it's hard to believe 
Heart's heavy with echoes of what we once knew
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

Well, the more I work the further I'm back
I'm chasin' my tail like a crazy cat
I'm pourin' my sweat but my paychecks are light
I'm gonna keep on keepin' on and fight the good fight

The weekend's here I can kick back and breathe
My boss keeps on pushin' it's hard to believe 
Heart's heavy with echoes of what we once knew
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue
Just livin' this life of good bad, 
good bad, good bad, and blue

Along The Mississippi

Good Bad and Blue

Buy Now

I’ve never been one that worried too much ‘bout the future.
What’s gonna happen, is happening, not much to say.
I know you might disagree. I know you care more than me.
I know you think I don’t care at all, maybe I should

Maybe it’s you - you think way too much ‘bout the future.
You truly think that you’ve got it all under control.
You find it so hard to trust. Maybe I don’t care enough.
Maybe I’ll make it all work, maybe I won’t

But trust me when I say, “I’m trying.” I’m doing all that I can.
I’m not giving up, with a little luck, we can stick tight to the plan.
But know this before we get started, I know you’re counting on me.
What you get is what you see.

One day we’ll look back at what we keep calling the future.
Looking back makes it much clearer, easier to see.
I know you think I don’t care, you say it’s too much to bear.
Give it another look when it’s history.

But trust me when I say, “I’m trying.” I’m doing all that I can.
I’m not giving up, with a little luck, we can stick tight to the plan.
But know this before we get started, I know you’re counting on me.
What you get is what you see.

Trust

Fang Dang

(Drum/Bass by M4fp, Keyboard by Stef, Guitar by RobM)

Route 66

Two hearts on a highway,
Nowhere left to be.
Pulled into a station,
You looked right through me.

Sunset in the mirror,
Whiskey on our lips.
Radio played old songs,
Fading like our grip.

Love, hate, collide,
On Route 66 we ride.
Miles turn to memory,
And you're still by my side.

Gasoline and silence,
A smile I can't outrun.
Your hand on the wheel,
My heart on the gun.

So drive me through the night,
Past every "could have been".
Somewhere on this road,
I lost you again.

Love, hate, collide,
On Route 66 we ride.
Miles turn to memory,
And you're still by my side.

Ashes on the dashboard,
Ghosts in every lane.
You’re here but you’re fading,
Like tire tracks in rain.

Route 66

The Biz

A Quiet noise from Newcastle, Lo-Fi, homespun, acoustic, italicized songwriting. 
 
Thanks for stopping by, really appreciate all the feedback that I've had from the wonderful SoundCloud community. It's always a pleasure to  hear new music from other  artists, and I have been greatly inspired by  all the amazingly talented musicians, poets, singers and songwriters right here on SoundCloud.

All tracks recorded at home on my tascam 8 track.

I have some other music available in bandcamp,  but my latest music is generally here on SoundCloud. Cheers!

Leavin' E.P. available as a free download here
https://pashotthecanary.bandcamp.com/album/leavin

Debut album, Push It Down The River, available on link. My second album " Canary Song" is here on Sounclound in my albums section.
 https://pashotthecanary.bandcamp.com/album/push-it-down-the-river

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