Thanks for that, had to look it up, great song about an awful injustice, well played Jim 👍

Hey Jim man, love your guitaring in this. You really have the Dylan groove down. Excellent vocals, too. You really do a wonderful rendition of this classic. Way to go with it!

I love this ! Your voice is perfect for the storytelling of this song. Well done- the harmonica was a bonus !

Magnificent rendition of one of the Genius Protest Meister's finest.  Yours has slightly softer edges, and a sweeter bitterness, I'd say, Jim, turning the focus from rage against the perpetrator, to empathy for the victim and in so doing, in today's world, sits all the better and stronger for it.  I strongly suspect Mr Zimmerman would doff his wide brimmed hat.  Quite right too.

I'm with Peter below. I remember my chills and tears the first time I heard this. My shock, even. Nice reading!

it is so great there are musicians as yourself who can still unfold these lyrical gems. enjoyed this mate

you are perfectly capable of tackling this great song, with love and skill

Your rendition is PERFECT.  Such a fit for you.

This song was written eight years ago as the darkness of the first Trump presidency was making itself known. And now once again we have the unthinkable -- this disastrous human being with power at his fingers.  And he's already busy spreading lies, fear, and hate.

Liisa Pentti https://soundcloud.com/liisapentti did guest vocals on this 2019 version, and it's the definitive one -- I love what she did.

Ever Since the Rainbow

ever since the rainbow left the evening sky
waiting and hoping seem such a waste of time
into the air we fly into the seams we dive
as if the dust of a broken down dream
could start the engine fire

the passage of time this endless ennui
rivers and threads between you and me
sleep and dream again and again
an old man's finger tapping on a window pane
we dream and breath we love and grieve
remember that we share the same blood and air

the innocent sunrise the whispering day
dark clouds rising that will pass away
I know that these things that bind you to the common marrow
will rise up in your veins to remind you
remember that we share the same blood and air

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Ever Since the Rainbow

This one is different. Like travelling to the core of something essential. Something long gone, forgotten, left behind but still alive. Waiting to be found. But it is hard to find. You have to spend time. You have to be brave. Willing to take risks. Face the truth.

Omega Centauri is a globular cluster in the constellation of Centaurus that was first identified as a non-stellar object by Edmond Halley in 1677. Located at a distance of 17,090 light-years, it is the largest known globular cluster in the Milky Way at a diameter of roughly 150 light-years. It is estimated to contain approximately 10 million stars, with a total mass of 4 million solar masses, making it the most massive known globular cluster in the Milky Way.

Omega Centauri is very different from most other galactic globular clusters to the extent that it is thought to have originated as the core remnant of a disrupted dwarf galaxy.

A study from July 10, 2024 has examined seven fast-moving stars from the center of Omega Centauri and found that their speeds were consistent with an intermediate-mass black hole of at least 8,200 solar masses.

For more information see here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omega_Centauri

The Black Hole in Omega Centauri

Roses, Whiskey & Waves.m4a

Original demo. No mixing.. no doctoring. Probly 25 years ago..,my voice is really high.. the chorus is dumb… I sounded happy and awake. Rare moment…

Lyrics: blah blah Babbity blah.. yeah yeah same old shit different day.. same old van rusting away

Yay!!

same old place

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

Lyrics & Vocals by FRAWSTAKWA
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa-for-you

Produced by Cosmic Keanu

Logical Thought (FRAWSTAKWA & Cosmic Keanu)

1. The fetus "devours" it's mother while in uterus, depriving her from numerous nutrients, causing her many discomforts through the pregnancy.
2. Each femininity is being "devoured" by her menstrual flow from it's start till it ends.
3. Each woman is being "devoured" while existing in patriarchal societies.
4. You name it...
Oh, sometimes I wish I could crawl back into my mother's womb.
Thank you Simone :)

Devour (Respect The Womb)

Hey…. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by. These days, maybe like you, I can easily get upset about what is happening in the world… and like most of us, I have occasional moments of anger and despair, frustration and feeling at a loss. So I often seek solace in gardening and in nature. When I smile these days… it is not necessarily a happy smile. It is a knowing smile that I can share with the world.… So here’s a little banjo song with a smile. Mark

Out In The World

"The Quilcom Trout synthesiser is a tribute to the Trautonium in its many incarnations and versions", Quote Rex Baxterfield, who created this free vst. The Trautonium is the first Synth from 1930, well known from A. Hitchcock's The Birds. Well, I used Trout 5 times in this track + drum and bass vst + flute ! ....  Famous are compositions for Trautonium from Paul Hindemith, German Composer, who accompanied the development of the Trautonium as a university teacher and was a kind of "Bürgerschreck" (musical bogey) at that time, because of his "modernity" ... :-)

Eclectic // 5 x Trout

Repetition In The Brain

The magic spell is over
It's money that I need
I pick a lot of clover
But they're all three-leaf weeds

I asked all my friends
I asked all the banks
Every investment failed
But then wisdom prevailed

Mama said to marry a rich girl
Or I'd end up poor on the street
Yeah, Mama said to marry a rich girl
And I'd have all I need

But I think more than
Rich, rich, rich
I wish, wish, wish
Her to be

Gracious and flirty
Sporty and dirty
Kind and warm-hearted
Deep into art and,
Pretty and funny,
Clever and sunny,
Deep into sci-fi
And willing to hold my
Cats while I eat

Song a week Theme "Magic Rich People"

Mama Said to Marry a Rich Girl

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

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

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