Great playing, wonderful feel for the blues

Very dreamy and peaceful. Last track before shut down... perfect!

Yes. Really enjoyed this... played along in BBlues..... Great!.... but also seemed to sit with F#??

Love this kind of minor Blues. Well done Tom!

The Burning Sun

To all the strangers out there pretending to be human every day. I find myself falling short all too often.


I'm not what you see
Merely a version of what may be
If you read between the lines

We just pretend
Wear our masks
We will defend
With all our power
Anyone who tries
To see what we really are

Best be on your guard
Divining the truth can be really hard
Hard to read the signs
Wearing my disguise
I can be what I want through another's eyes
You never see what's mine

We just pretend
Wear our masks
We will defend
With all our power
Anyone who tries
To see what we really are

I'm a stranger
I'm a friend
You don't see that I just pretend
I never cross that line

We Pretend

This is soundtrack from video.  Cover of Ray Bonneville song

Funny 'Bout Love

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

To the beauty of simple things, like that of this beautiful Spanish Sparrow

SPARROW

Recorded Live, a song about life and Death which go hand in Hand. 
Written and recorded by: Johnny Mc Farlane

It’s like honey from the bees it’s like cold ice cream 
It’s the most beautiful thing that you have ever seen 
Its like misty morning rain, its like a rainbows end 
Its the love in your heart for your best friend 

Its like ice cold beer on a warm summers day 
It’s the wind in your hair it’s the cold sea spray 
Its like waking in the morning  from a good night rest 
When your little boy tells you, “ Daddy you’re the best “

Its like when heaven and earth meet , when all the stars collide 
When your not alone and everyone’s on your side 
Its like coffee in the morning  or that 1st cigarette 
Its a powerful feeling that you never will forget 

It’s the morning sun on a bright sunny day 
Its like watching your kids as they skip and dance and play 
It’s the 1st flowers of Spring as they peak through the snow 
It’s the morning tide as it begins to Ebb and Flow 

And as the birds fly high soaring in the sky 
I hear the angels calling my name from way up on high 
Like the leaves in Autumn falling from the trees 
We all have to leave this place we are but a breeze 

And all we have are memories or experiences we have had 
The beautiful, the ulgy, the happy and the sad 
All weave an everlasting tapestry our legacy to recall 
And so with these last words my friends I say goodbye to all. 

It’s like honey from the bees it’s like cold ice cream 
You are the most beautiful thing that i have ever seen

Life- Acoustic Guitar version

The search for a more peaceful existence away from the commotion, corrupt or not, of society.

Let Me Go

My Island

Explicaciones Ignacio Labarca

No worries....just playing the blues for myself!   Thanks if you enjoy!

My Soul is Yours

From Proof of Utah's 1990 album Free and Female (2020 remaster)
Entire album can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAjLCl_RUiA

Evasive stress lead bellies think they've got me well in hand
That once in debt I'll stay inept and fruitify their land
Multiplying mutant forms of soft white fleshy kin
I'll sit inside my prefab mind and combat mortal sin

Don't think twice its gonna be nice
Living in the mountains of Florida
All alone in my hilltop home
Living in the mountains of Florida

Habituating shopping malls keep popping up like corn
And intelligent consumer folk are once a minute born
These dough-faced dirty cherubites that always bother me
Forced a pulling up of the stakes in lieu of unpleasantries

Don't think twice its gonna be nice
Living in the mountains of Florida
All alone in my hilltop home
Living in the mountains of Florida

Free and Female

Mountains Of Florida

Proof of Utah - Mountains Of Florida

Playing the blues.......and a little bit of Country, but a fan of all things guitar. Enjoy collaborations, and listening to the many singer/songwriter artists on Soundcloud. Thanks for visiting my page!

My Soul is Yours

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