Brilliantly novel passionate interpretation of Mr. Johnson’s masterpiece.

Llévame (2001)

Jardin D'hiver (Borruto Family)

So Much More

This is my first instrumental attempt of my new song. I've tried to connect two small tricky main part melodies. All other chords only serve as a transition to the new key. 

Update! Lyrics are finished and complete in the Song Zaubertraumjagd
- https://soundcloud.com/oli-boli-684914260/traumjagd-german-chasing-a-dream-by-oli-boli
- https://soundcloud.com/oli-boli-684914260/zaubertraumjagd-acoustic-piano-session

Oli Boli - Licht

unfinished complex song (instrumental demo Guitar + Piano)

Pick me up
I’m a bad believer
Pick me up
Underachiever
Pick me up
Teacher told me 
Bullies run this yard

Pick me from my spot
Lift me up and drop
Come on and pick me up

Pick me up
Cuz I need a home now
Pick me up
So I’m not alone
Cuz hey
I’m falling like a fool
I’m falling
Like a stone
Like Ancient Rome
Come on and pick me up

One horse down
The headlights hurt me 
Blinding lights
They’re always blurry
One horse down
Graffiti says the end is always nigh

Pick me from my spot
Lift me up and drop
Come on and pick me up

Pick me up
Cuz I need a home now
Pick me up
So I’m not alone
Cuz hey
I’m falling like a fool
I’m falling
Like a stone
Like Ancient Rome
Come on and pick me up
Come on and pick me up
Come on and pick me up
Come on and pick me up

Pickmeup written, recorded, and produced by The Young Love Scene at His Bedroom Studios, Burlington VT USA
Guitars, vocals, and orchestra bells performed by TYLS 
Mastering by Dave Blackman at Hiltongrove Mastering
All Rights Reserved

Pickmeup

EGS Vol.3

Shadows in the rain

Insignificance. The great awakening. Global narcissism. One love people get ready.

https://open.spotify.com/album/0UYm5Xoj32SVK5CZWg6OBj?si=zsDA8Xj8SYui7NfewBflrw

Small World - Available now on Amazon, Itunes and all major platforms.

The key of an angel had fallen through the storm, the lasting expressions on faces from places never known. A time folded through heart and so much sorrow. The pains of lasting wounds that seethe the psychic scars of space and reason.
 The church bells warbled between the trees as Edmund walked through the Bosque. An older chapel, one taken by flood many moons past; somehow restored and haunting the silence with sounds that must be soothing. Not this dawn, the bells ring for death and coming storms. The sacrifice of ages, Mountains and ocean cliffs collide. Time and understanding are bending to break a repetition. Bells fade into footsteps, distant dogs barking away the night cats of the city. Edmund felt that tug inside his heart again.

Robert Johnson - “Come on in my kitchen”. Prelude in g and arranged by Jake Doherty

Jake Doherty, Plucked Strings and Voice.

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