Great tune and impactful simple message. I’m always impressed by the affect of your “double vocal” parts. So simple but it works so well with your voice. Well done Jim!

You inspire to listen, and tell what matters 🌺

Amazing instrumentation, mix, lyrics, and vocal perormance... all parts working so well together.

Must have missed this one -  so good -- great music and lyrics  !!!

Great lirycs!!!<3 The melodies remind me a bit of "simpel twist of faith"

Get Home
Written and performed by Todd Brown
Sonic adornments provided by Boxy https://soundcloud.com/boxy-683069948
All rights reserved 2/18/2023


All that we are
is not near or too far
all that we do
will not make us brand new

Take the ruby from my hand
and see how it glows
a thousand yesterdays will hold on tight
until we get home

We've travelled so far
not to know who we are
Curtains will fall
making clear to us all

Take the locket from my hand
and see how it shines
a thousand yesterdays won't make it last
until the end of time

I've waited so long
just to find
If you'd just

Take the ruby from my hand
and see how it glows
a thousand yesterdays will hold on tight
until we get home

Get Home

written by Netta&Mcgill
a little song about appreciation and sticking together............thanks for listening and merry christmas


you're the blue up in my sky
the twinkle in the eye
aint no mountain seem too high
when you are by my side

you're the no and i'm the yes
you're the answer i'm the guess
everything just seems a mess
without you by my side

sometimes the days aint long enough
to do what we gotta do
and get on with what really matters
like taking care of me and you

my island in the sun
a place to hide when i'm on the run
i could easily come undone
without you by my side

cool me down like summer rain
seek me out when i'm lost again
among enemies you're my friend
who stands right by my side

like a dusty road that never ends
the long goodbye, to part as friends
just know that we'll meet again
and we'll walk side by side

Side X Side

I was a dot inside my own tapestry 
I was amused by all a those they things 
the did not see

but all that I really needed was
somebody else to believe and read 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 

I walked alone inside a my own territory 
I was a victim of my own stupidly 

but all that I really needed was
somebody else to believe and read 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 

no target on my back but
still they kicking me

while I'm down struggle to see
what's staring straight at me 
one way ticket to happy

I was inertias latest cripple casualty 
I was immune to all a their forms
and repartee

but all that I really needed was
somebody else to believe and read 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 
all the Natural Rhapsody 


Natural Rhapsody

It's just not funny anymore, the conspiracy theories..the hate filled blogs and social media posts..the absurd rhetoric that passes for political discussion these days
It is hard enough for people to get along as it is (for reasons that are not clear to me) but this background noise is making it impossible to survive.

To quote John Prine "it don't make no sense that common sense don't make no sense no more"

lyrics

superman is made of steel
batman has his batmobile
spider man is fast as lightning
yea their powers are really frightening
but there is one who tops them all
Someone more powerful I can't recall
Someone with no thoughts at all
we call him stupid man

super eyes that can clearly see
to the tip of his pointed nose
super ears that clearly hear all the voices in his head
nerves of steel.no remorse no sense of fear at all
since he doesn't;t know what he's got
he is not afraid to lose it all

there is no truth he can't defeat
by stomping it with his feet
there is no lie that's so far gone
that he can't embrace and sing its song
lizards in the White House
democrats drink baby blood
the moon's not. real its a laboratory
the earth is as flat as can be

King Kong pounds his mighty chest
Godzilla roars out his fiery breath
but stupid man can top them all
he bellows out his rage to all
cause someone told him this was bad
and someone told him that was worse
he doesn't take the time to think
his eyes are shut so he doesn't blink

don't bother him with truth or facts
things for trivial pursuit
He 's busy saving the world from everything that's not like him

so fight on fight on stupid man
until there is no one left but you
then you can learn to fear yourself
and bring an end to this crazy talk

Mighty stupid man

this one i recorded on an old 2 track reel to reel…….cheers for having a listen


if i could go right back, to where it all started
barely flesh and bone
i'd crawl right back, from where i came
never ever to be knowd

and i'd say amen, if i could be born again

well it didn't take long, for trouble to find me
follow me down the line
i tried to lay low, not get caught up in it
thought i had time on my side

and my broken heart would mend, if i could be born again

right place wrong time, it's a habit of mine
a rambler by nature my friend
going sideways and under, and up over yonder
the straight narrow road lies ahead

would your ear be there to lend, if i could be born again
yes i'd say amen, if i could be born again

If I Could Be Born Again

Unfinished Love

We all got them, some just can’t be seen……………cheers for having a listen


A constant reminder
A memory from afar
Now etched in time
My permanent scars

There’s another side to me
That you don’t really know
But if you look real hard
There’s a story to be told

And if it’s not what you wanna see
You can look away
They’re always gonna be there
My scars are here to stay

They been years in the making
Star of their own show
I can’t ask them to leave
Like me they got nowhere to go

A constant reminder
A memory from afar
Now etched in time
My permanent scars

My Scars

A character study. A Randy Newman (pre-Toy Story) influenced song.
Lyrics:
I get under your skin
Yeah, that's where I begin
With your sister and your friend
I drove a wedge between you
To create walls
That would just let me be
The center of it all
I get under your skin
You're pretty enough
Oh yeah, I've been here all along
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I get under your skin
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I'm getting pretty good at this

I was at the playground
I'm on the highway
I'm in your life
I'm into your head
I'm into your mind
I do it all
I leave no fingerprints behind
I'm an asshole
I'm son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I was born for this!
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I was born with this?

( a charming and disarming guitar solo)
(Just like some of the charming destructive people you probably know)

I'm an asshole
I'm a son of bitch
I'm a control freak
I'm an asshole

Asshole

A little demo song about appreciation,,,,,,,,,you know who you are…………..cheers for having a listen


You never ask for more than nothing
A kinder heart you couldn’t find
And what you have you’d gladly give
Always there, to ease my worried mind

And when the wind was angry
And the sky got dark
I’d listen to you sing
And the light would shine around you
And make me smile again
You kept me under your wing

A smile can say more than a thousand words
Among the noise it’s hard now to be heard
But you always got an ear to lend for sure
Never hesitate, to open up your door

And even in my darkest hour
When no one’s getting through
You showed me nothing but love
Your arms wrapped tight around me
Making me feel safe again
You kept me under your wing

Under Your Wing

When I was in infant school my class was a ragbag bunch of scruffy working class urchins, self included.  National health glasses held together with band aids, hand-me-down clothes, bruises, jam sandwiches.  There was a kid in that class who was very quiet, often absent.  Good at reading.  Good at running.  Kept himself to himself.  Sat at the back, never made eye contact.  Never put his hand up.

Turns out he was very deaf and spending a lot of time in hospital with operations of various sorts.

When he was seven he was given a hearing aid - huge thing the size of a transistor radio that sat in his shirt pocket.  The story I heard was that when he first went home with it his mam took him for a walk down a country lane to try it out.  He was very upset that it was obviously broken - all sorts of odd scratching and buzzing noises.

They eventually realised that he was hearing insects for the first time.  

Imagine that.

Often wonder what became of him.
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Huge thanks to my two friends here: Paco for inspiring and driving this project with his wonderful music, and Oddrun for lifting my simple lyrical efforts to another level entirely.
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A Good Boy

A symphony of crushing silence 
Played his timpani of weathered clay
Under lowered eyes that cried defiance
He’d softly make his quiet way
A guiding star that burned with life, but ever failed to shine
Kept his distance, from afar, no avatar to hide behind
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their condescending, pitied way.

Inputs built of aural mud are clinically desensitised
Muffled whispers trundle under cobbled skies of grizzled grey
Dreams and aspirations that never could be realised
He’d tightly close his eyes and lightly kneel to pray
Social cripple loner ‘neath a joker’s plastic smiles
Silent rippled mannequin, cartoon audio spastic child
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their well meaning, hurtful way.

Flip the switch and hear the light
Bear witness to the revelation
A trip to day-sound from his silent night
Demolishing all his expectations
Sweet blushing kiss of angels’ eyes
One of them has turned the volume dial
To flush his muted domicile
And hear the crickets singing on the chamomile

So cast the light fine, on the deafened child’s mind
And let the sound shine as the clearest of days
A new world’s flight is leaving dark behind
Clarity rebound leads the way
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy…..

So swing the arc’s beam, bless the lonesome soul
Illumination wakes the inner self
Warmth of seemliness melts the cold
Communication taken off the shelf
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy …. He’s a good boy now.

A Good Boy:  MidiSound, Oddrun Eikli, 1234567890

Hello…….. so many goodbyes in this life, maybe more than hellos? But who’s counting? Not me. I was pondering about some of my more difficult goodbyes. Some happy, some sad, some angry, some glad… (OK there’s the chorus you won’t hear.) Ha. Another short song. For whatever reason, there are some goodbyes that are more difficult to live with than others. This song is about a particularly difficult goodbye. I’ll leave it at that. What about some of your goodbyes? How did they go? As far as the instruments I played on this song, I must say I do like noodling about on the recorder and also on mandolin. They are both instruments I can play without thinking much about notes, or technical musical matters… Although probably obvious to any recorder or mandolin player is the fact that I do not really know the particulars of the instruments yet…. And maybe never will, but it is sure fun nonetheless. In outdoor news, I watched a large flock of house sparrows swarm into the lilac hedgerow. They were so noisy, all of them chattering. I wondered what they were up to. Later, I heard some chickadees scolding. So I went to look for a cat behind the lilacs. Didn't see one, so I sat in my old chair on the porch listening to the sparrows. The chickadees were still annoyed, so I stood up. There was a fledgling goshawk sitting right there on the top beam of the old swingset facing the lilacs. All the sparrows were now quiet. So I walked over, and at first the hawk didn't see me. I was really close. The hawk finally turned its head to see me, then quickly swooped up and over the fence. All the sparrows quietly made a break for it. Gather the goshawk couldn't get at the sparrows when they were in the lilacs. I do see feather piles here and there as I walk around. I found the dynamics of survival so telling while the hawk and sparrows played cat and mouse. And the parallels to humans were uncanny. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

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Don't Want To Say Goodbye

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

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