J'ai vraiment vu tout ça. J'ai vraiment rien compris.
I really saw all that. I really didn't understand anything.

Tout ça

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Trad Arr B. Merritt, J. Merritt & P. Fulham
Black Dust Blues (Public Domain worldwide) was written and performed by Ma Rainey in 1927. She was a remarkable woman and artist and worth your time to read about.
Janice Merritt: vocal and arrangement
Peter Fulham: guitar and arrangement 
Bud Merritt: lyric tweaks, arrangement, mix, mastering and photo

It was last year, when my troubles began
Lawd it’s been a hard year since this hex on me began
It was all cause a woman said I took her man

She sent me a letter, said she′s gonna turn me round
She said I was evil and she's gonna run me into the ground
She′s gonna fix me so I won't chase her man around

The next day I found black dust round my door
I was out that morning, black dust was all round my door
Soon I was feeling so bad, worse than I ever had before

I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, had trouble with my feet
In the middle of the night I could hear my own heart beat
It was cold outside but all I was feeling was heat 

Black dust in my window, black dust on my porch mat
I tried to get dressed up but black dust was even in my hat
I didn’t care nothing bout her man, no, I ain’t like that 

I got my own, don’t want her man
I ain’t      like     that

Black Dust Blues

psalm 91 in church slavonic attempt with ai
always could be better
and better

Zhi­výj vъ pó­moshchi Výsh­nya­go, vъ kró­vѣ Bó­ga ne­bé­s­na­go vod­vo­rit­sya,
Rechétъ Gospo­dé­vi: zastýp­nikъ mój yesí i pri­bě­́zhi­sche móe, Bógъ mój, i upováyu na negó.
Ya­kó toj iz­bá­vit­ja ot sé­ti lóch­chi i ot slo­vé­se myatézh­na:
Ple­schmá svo­íma osé­nitъ tjá, i pod krilé égo nadé­jesh­i­sa: orúzhi­emъ oby­détъ tjá istiná égo.
Ne u­bo­í­shis͡ya ot strá­kha nosch­nágo, ot strély letjá­sh­chiya vo dní,
Ot véshi vo tmé pre­khod­já­sh­chiya, ot srjá­scha {ot nápadéni­ya} i bésa polúden­na­go.
Padétъ ot strá­ny tvoé­ya tý­sja­cha, i tmá odesnúju tebé, k te­bé zhé ne pri­blíz­hít­sya:
Obáche očí­ma tvo­íma smótri­shi i vozdayánie grésh­ni­kovÚ úzí­ri­shi.
Yako tý, Gospód­i, upová­ni­e móe: Výsh­nya­go polo­zhí­lъ yesí pri­bě­́zhi­sche tvoé.
Ne prií­detъ kъ tebé zló, i rána ne pri­blí­zhít­sya tělési tvo­é­mu {seléníyu tvo­é­mu}:
Yako án­gelomъ svo­ímъ zapové­stъ o te­bé, so­khrá­ni­t­i tjá vo vsé­kh pu­téh tvo­íkhъ.
Na rukákhъ vozmútъ tjá, da ne kogdá pretkné­shi o ká­menʹ nógu tvo­iú:
Na àspida i vasílíska nastúpíshi, i poperéshi lývá i zmíyá.
Yako na mʹá upová, i iz­bávlю í: pokrýyu í, yako pozná ímya móe.
Vozzovétъ ko mnĕ́, i uslyshú ego: s nim yesmʹʹ vъ skó­rbĭ, iz­mú ego i pros­lávlyu ego:
Dolgotóyu dnĭy is­pól­nyu ego i jávlyu èmu spaseníe móe.

Psalm 91

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French Stampede

佐野元春さんのカバーです。
エレピ、アコギ、ボーカル、ベースに打楽器などを、いつも通りマイク録りしています。

バルセロナの夜

Often I hear music, and have an intuitive positive response; I then try to figure out why. I enjoy seeing how things are constructed, and the choices that were made.

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A best friend, a co-composer, an excellent guitarist BobH has passed and now is playing in God's heaven. I tried to emulate the sorrow and at times frustration this sad event has caused for friends and family. 

Ode to Bob

This is a mystical song, because of its lyrics and used instruments, like a cello, strings and conga's. A touch of Rock and a cool lead guitar. It is in the key of G, 95 bpm.

Confusing Times
(c) HwBerkhout, 11102025

Verse 1
In the nighttime I lie awake
And the morning brings no conclusion
That’s the hard part - when all feels fake
Oh, I’m still chasing a true solution

Verse 2
No, not what you call better
That doesn't matter much to me
No, that doesn't matter

Chorus 1 (confusion)
C1/ Oh... it’s the morning where I have to start
I wonder why my thoughts won’t break
You saw me staring - a lonely card?
Oh, my mind is a silent lake

Verse 3
There’s a time when I go walking
Maybe truth is somewhere near
And there's a time for me talking
But no answers do appear

Verse 4
No, don’t leave me in that corner
Don’t just turn away
Oh I - I’m in the rain all day

Chorus 2 (doubt)
C2/ And... it’s around noon where I fall apart
I wonder if my heart will ache
You saw me dreaming - a wounded heart
Oh, my mind’s a shadowed lake

Chorus 3 (longing)
C3/ But... it’s the evening where I see your face
I wonder if it’s just a mistake
You see me reaching - through empty space
Oh, my mind’s a trembling lake

Solo

Verse 5
We kept our promise to laugh every day.
And enjoy all the good old songs.
It ain't me and it ain't you, no way
But sadness comes, to life it belongs

Chorus 4 (acceptance)
C4/ But... in the morning that I start to climb
I wonder what the dawn will take
You see me rising - for one more time
Oh, my heart is a clearing lake

Chorus 5 (peace)
C5/ And now... It feels I'm living in a confusing time
I wonder where the light will break
But you see me smiling - my soul aligned
Oh, my mind is now a shining lake

Confusing Times

I compose songs, write lyrics and sing most of them. I don't have  'one'  style. It depends on my mood or on certain issues that are going on in our world. AND some listeners can even tell which songs are genuine 'Birchwood-songs' (!)

Confusing Times

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