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.

Excellent version of a difficult song to sing. You've nailed it perfectly. You have clearly learned from the master Jim.

Daily Drops

I wrote this song for my daughter. 

Heaven Blessed

A confident woman for all to see
Taking on life, so easily
She’s the kind of person, I’d like to be
Thoughtful and kind, a little wild and free

Now, rumour has it, she was born this way
Came to the game, ready to play
And she’s winning hearts, along the way
This raven-haired beauty, does what she may

Can you see who she really is?
Love’s her target and she can’t miss
Puts God and dogs at the top of her list  
The kind of girl who’s heaven blessed

Tough as nails, but as soft as love
She doesn’t suffer fools no, g’head pack your stuff
A beautiful soul who’s pure and true
A better friend, I never knew

Can you see who she really is?
Love’s her target and she can’t miss
Puts God and dogs at the top of her list      
The kind of girl who’s heaven blessed

	Like a wild horse that you can’t tame
	To break her spirit would be a shame
	Let her be her that’s why she came
	A divine gift I can’t explain

Can you see who she really is?
Love’s her target and she can’t miss
Puts “must love dogs” at the top of her list       
The kind of girl who’s heaven blessed (repeat)

Cover Art: Wolf, Todd J McLean

All rights reserved

Heaven Blessed

Listen to my song 'echoes' in which a trumpet, trombone, tuba and baritone sax react to eachother on a funky base of drums and dry finger bass!

echoes

ENDLESS TIME
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2024 AB Music
YouTube Link
https://youtu.be/oR0dpoMQafI?si=DvNXSIOR5O_b81q0

V1
THIS IS YOUR LIFE, IT'S IN YOUR HAND
DON'T JUMP THE START, IT ALL ENDS FAST
V2
TO LOOK YOUR AGE, IS OUT OF STYLE
TO GO BACK IN TIME, THERE MUST BE DENIAL
(Ref)
WE'RE LIVING IN ENDLESS TIME
(Chorus)
YOU'VE NEVER HAD A LONLY DAY
WITH THAT FACE, IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME
YOU CAN CALL IT ALL YOU LIKE
BUT NOBODY LIVES, UNTILL THE END OF TIME
V3
YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE, BUT NOT YOUR HANDS
THE END OF THE WORLD HAS ALREADY PAST
(Ref)
WE'RE LIVING IN ENDLESS TIME
(Chorus)
YOU'VE NEVER HAD A LONLY DAY
WITH THAT FACE, IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME
YOU CAN CALL IT ALL YOU LIKE
BUT NOBODY LIVES, UNTILL THE END OF TIME
(Break)
(Ref)
WE'RE LIVING IN ENDLESS TIME
(Chorus)
YOU'VE NEVER HAD A LONLY DAY
WITH THAT FACE, IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME
YOU CAN CALL IT ALL YOU LIKE
BUT NOBODY LIVES, UNTILL THE END OF TIME
(End)

2024

ENDLESS TIME

ENDLESS TIME - (see info for video link)

Tenor sax duel - trading over bass, beats and drones.

Outside Peering In (blow for blow)

Piano drops

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

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

Pity Party

Dynomus (2025)

One theme , 4 different versions. With the huge help from my mate Wonder Georg !

The 4 Colors Pen w/ Georg Boehme

Sounds odd but I think I more or less agree with these lyrics. The "purpose" of life or for that matter anything is subject to interpretation. However i do think we spend far too much time and energy searching for a reason or purpose when one probably does not exist. Life is a wonderful accident. This distraction of searching for "meaning" distracts us I think from the practical task at hand: caring for each other and the planet.

lyrics
I walked through the woods on a sunny day
nothing on my mind to get in the way
I looked to my left,I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright
when I stumbled uopn something hard to explain
6 big trees in a circle so perfect
there HAD to be a reason
There HaAd to be a purpose
who could have done such a wonderous thing
Deep in the woods away from everything

As I left the trees and walked along
my eyes now firmly fixed on the ground
I didn't look left, I didn't look right
my ears had gone deaf,my eyes had gone blind
my mind was too full
my thoughts too profound
a circle? why a circle?
so perfectly round
what was the purpose?
A reason MUST be found

I kept walking with those trees on my mind
to my surprise what did I find
a big empty field of broken swords and shields
piles of bones of horses and men
a glorious battle here must have been
I saw 2 banners, one red and one blue
facing each other as the cold winds blew
one bright and proud of this I was sure
but now dull and tattered,ripped and torn
each of them stained with the blod of the other
I wonder who won this epic struggle

I picked up a skull and looked into the eyes
and started at the empty space inside
why did you fight? why did you die?
where is your gold? where ids your glory?
Is there no one left to ell your story?
what was the cause? what was the purpose? it must have been great to cause such carnage
but the forest was silent I heard no answer
there was no reason why
I thought of the circle I thought of the skull
so I left the clearing  with a step that was light
I looked to my left I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright

we work too hard sometimes it seems 
to give a purpose to everything we see
and no longer have to ask mysellf why?
now I can look up at the sky

the circle and the skull ( are we kidding ourselves??)

https://soundcloud.com/sky-latte?ref=clipboard&p=i&c=0&si=D872DC6C98E84FFF92A3103384F922B2&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

SOMETHING IN THE SUBWAY (Ft.Sky Latte)

Orbital Path - Τροχιακή Διαδρομή

I'm glad to present my second collab with Mathieu Torres - who added his brilliant guitar.
Definitely hot spice ! :-) https://soundcloud.com/mathieutorresworks

Fragments / feat. Mathieu Torres

Inspired by “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, 1883.
Copyright 2025

They got on boats, and they sailed across the ocean hoping for a better life
They left behind poverty, famine, hardship and strife
She lifted her lamp behind the golden door
She welcomed them with open arms 
But we don’t need those people any more 
We’ll use robots to tend our farms
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
They say a rising tide lifts all boats but now it’s every nation for itself
As the billionaires and oligarchs accumulate more wealth
We’re all just living on this rock floating in the vastness of space
You’d think we’d find a way to co-exist as one human race
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
Someday if you’re standing there waiting at the pearly gates
With a bunch of other people waiting in line to get into heaven
And you’re filling out God’s paperwork so you can immigrate 
How will answer that question did you love or did you hate 
There are people who call themselves Christians who don’t practice what they preach
They see a man whose down on his luck, and they consider him a human leech
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.

Angry Mob Wearing Red Caps

Full extent of EQUATORIOUS recording on Zoom R24 prior to DAW processes.
(Version on the Windscale Blues Experiment page: https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/equatorious?si=f6d8b199abbc430899b9ed80466c3730&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing )
Recording notes:
[As an experiment saxes were recorded with just left hand - right hand attempting to match on synth....not immediately discernible but it was fun to try....] [Flutes and other synth track played normally!]
Photo by NM.

MOO155M3 Equatorius pre-DAW

i’m already 
goin’ down
to the end of the story now
wind is blowing
to the end of the story now

come away   come away

time is bending 
drifting down
spin the hourglass all around
pulverize it
spin the hourglass all around

i’m comin’ after 
i’m comin’
i’m unembodied
i’m free

i’m already 
leaving town
train is rounding the mountain now
got my ticket
train is rounding the mountain now

come away   come away
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image from Malcom Shadrach via Unsplash


Quietus

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

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

Jim Mcgill

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