Name: Just Like The Night by Jim Mcgill
Duration: 2 min 3 s
Description: This one wrote itself late one night........my fav time to write a tune

magnificent little song, just like is the night.

Late night songwriting at it's best.  Wonderful production, top-notch vocals and that same classic intimacy that inhabits all your work.  Superb work, Jim!

Sometimes the night writes whats in plain sight 🌺 what a beauty you have up the sleeve here McGill

Enjoying this deep track, another classic McGill gem!

This one wrote itself late one night........my fav time to write a tune

Just Like The Night

Since I Met The Master # 008, Gene Jumper, ( Original)

Since I Met The Master, # 008 Gene Jumper, ( Originial )

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

Rose anglaise      texte : Sanzen

Une blessure dans mon coeur, 
a laissé s'échapper : 
Comme un parfum de rose anglaise, 
toutes mes envies....
Sans précaution, j'ai épuisé, 
une à une/toutes mes vies. 

Le mois de mai précoce,
a tué tous mes étés. 
Le vieux rosier, dans mon jardin, 
en est mort de chagrin. 
J'ai épuisé depuis longtemps, 
tous mes sourires : 
Ce qui était important...

Tous mes désirs, 
toutes les mémoires d'antan. 

J'ai épuisé le temps, 
qui m'était imparti : 
Tous mes sourires, 
le comble de mon ironie... 
Reste un parfum de rose anglaise, 
une légère odeur d'amande/
amère sur ta peau... 

Dans un coin, ma douleur 
et si j'en ai envie : 
Tous mes chagrins :
le comble, de mon ironie... 
J'ai laissé depuis longtemps, 
toutes les mémoires d'antan, 
mes numéros fétiches : 
Tout ce qui était important. 

Les mois de mai, tous les étés...
Toutes mes envies. 

Le vieux rosier, dans mon jardin, 
en est mort de chagrin. 
Reste, dans un coin : ma douleur...
Une légère odeur d'amande/
amère sur ta peau...

Rose Anglaise   Sanzen / Illos

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The Netherland's incredible Rients Draissma tears up our blues rock original Change It Up.   He's simply one of the finest guitar players we've heard, pushing sound, rhythm and harmony.   Check out Rients' superb jazz-rock fusion guitar and arrangements:  http://www.rientsdraaisma.com - his latest album Guitales is simply burning http://www.rientsdraaisma.com/shop-guitales/, and follows up on so many Tribal Tech and Weather Report influenced compositions:  https://soundcloud.com/rients-draaisma.  Also check out his iJam album, of heavy fusion burners.
I've been fortunate to have recorded a number of tunes with Rients, among some of my favorites here on SoundCloud. 

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Change It Up - Rients Draaisma / Jamie Rhind

Copyright 2020 Daniels & Durgy
Gentle Rain Records
Written, performed and produced by: Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics:
Hey, Wildflower
It’s what you call me when I'm in the deep.
Your voice drifts to my high tower.
As I’m watching for that setting sun to keep

But if you wonder how I feel about you, 
if my love is real

Well, I’m a wildflower
Unbridled like a summer storm
And in your garden I belong 
Where the Robin sings me like song 
And I’ll be basking in your sunlight
In your gentle rain I’ll feel right
Beneath it all..   a Wildflower

Instrumental

My words fail to reflect my mind,
To tell you how I feel in side.. 

‘Cause I’m your Wildflower
Unbridled like a summer storm
But in your garden I belong 
Where the Robin sings me like a song 
And I’ll be basking in your sunlight
In your gentle rain I’ll feel right
Beneath it all..  Your Wildflower 
Beneath it all..  Your Wildflower

Echo In The Dark

Wildflower

Musique EmmaJack
Paroles : Vincent Rothenburger
https://youtu.be/LLzR5PntlXM
Les pluies acides 
-Les parricides  Sont à plaindre Car ils sont orphelins -L'extralucide ne peut craindre les plis de son destin -Par temps humide Les noyés Lèvent les yeux au ciel -Les pluies acides Font pousser Les fleurs artificielles  Les catastrophes  Atténuent  La surpopulation -On a l’étoffe Décousue Des héros en cal’çon -L’amour trucide Sans pitié  Les marguerites si belles -Les pluies acides  Font pousser  Les fleurs artificielles  -Les W-C sont Sans issue Dans les débits d’ boisson -En avril on A pendu Haut et court les poissons -On se suicide par gaieté Car l’amour donne des ailes -Les pluies acides  Font pousser Les fleurs artificielles  -L’air se voit quand Il fait jour Les cibles sont plus belles -L’air nonchalant Des vautours A dévoré le ciel -Masques du vide Tes baisers Font des trous dans mes ailes -Les pluies acides  Font pousser Les fleurs artificielles

Les pluies acides 🌸

Demos and sketches of songs, mostly recorded in my home studio.
Part of the Netta&McGill duo.
Thanks for having a listen.

Just Like The Night

Jim Mcgill

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