All the charm of a reel, all the sweetness of birdsong.

I just love this. Beautiful, Don😊👌👍

Great performance and lovely tones on this song.

A phrase I hadn't come across until reading Gary McMahon's blog (and now i hear it all the time).  A song about remaining stoic in the face of it all.

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Sing out your sad parade
Storm out the barricades
Lifting up heavyweights
Everything's different someday

Everything's coming up gold
If you squint at the world
You can sleep with your eyes half closed
If there's nothing inside your soul

Hanging on to let go
Hanging on to let go

Nothing will ever be normal
Hoping the wind it won't change
Put on old shoes
Call out your blues
Put on your resting bitch face

Nothing will ever be old
Feeling alright in the rain
Slip on old shoes
Call out old blues
Put on your resting bitch face

Nothing will ever be normal
Hoping the wind it won't change
Put on old shoes
Call out your blues
Just put on your resting bitch face..

Resting Bitch Face

Dedicated to my freaks in Mind Watching Your Elbow https://soundcloud.com/mind-watching-your-elbow 

I'm Seeing Myself to Hell with Greasy Elbows

dark and light
left and right
best and worst
a blessing and a curse

Alternating point of view. First from the pov of someone with bipolar personality disorder, then from the partner of said person. Yes, they are a real people and yes, I do know both personally. The song was published with the consent of both people.

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your disaster

it's times like these that i can come undone
i think i've lost my faith in everyone
i don't wanna ever say "it's over"
and i'll be with you all the way

but i don't wanna sit around and wait for your disaster
in the end a final win was all you were after
i don't wanna make believe in some ever after
i just wanna try and hold on to the laughter

it tears you up the way that i run around
it tears you up when you see that i can't slow down
and when i crash will it be another
another bad one to clean up

i don't wanna sit around and wait for your disaster
in the end a final win was all you were after
i don't wanna make believe in some ever after
i just wanna try and hold on to the laughter

Off The Windscreen

Your Disaster

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C’est la vie

Senseless indiscriminate killing of civilians...Israel and Gaza 2023. Ukraine 2022. Sickening atrocities in Myanmar 2021. I wrote this song after Tianamen square 1989.  The dates change but we never change do we? Remembering all those who have suffered, or are suffering

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Written London 1989


In cold blood

Its hard to understand
Its harder to believe
The blood is on their hands
Its in the air we breathe
Among the bicycles
Lying twisted there
The tangled bodies
Left strewn across the square

Running with the face of fear
In cold blood
Our sons and our daughters
Cut down and taken from us
In cold blood
Can noone stop the slaughter?
For the love of god
They're killing them all
In cold blood

There was no warning
No mercy, no forgiveness
Just grey of morning 
And blood turned into mist
The rain will come again
And wash the stains away
It cannot heal the pain
Or wipe the memory

Running with the face of fear
In cold blood
Our sons and our daughters
Cut down and taken from us
In cold blood
Can noone stop the slaughter?
For the love of god
They're killing them all
In cold blood

In cold blood

There are many variations of the lyrics for this American folk song, but here's the lyrics I used in this version:

I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world of woe
There's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that fair land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

I know dark clouds will hover o'er me
I know my path way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home

I'll soon be free, from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I'll drop the cross of self-denial
And enter in the home with God.

I'm going there to see my Savior
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm just going over Jordan
I'm just going over home

Poor Wayfaring Stranger (traditional)

L'eau Vule

Skończona Historia / Finished story

Birds in flight

“Dear Tom”

How’s the retirement, Tom?
Why now so quiet, dear Tom?
You’ve a cozy, small place here
Where a man could disappear
	Is that what you’re doing, Tom?

Do you get visitors,
Or only the odd, lost bird?
Friends are a blessing,
But even friendship’s passing.
	Do you have friends, dear Tom?

Where’re your pictures?
Don’t you have children?
Well, didn’t you marry?
Man, you’re just like a pilgrim!
Searching your life
Through the flowers and barbs,
Searchin’ alone under your very own star!

Did you get lonely?
What did you do then?
Did you have family?
Well, why didn’t you call them?
I’m sure they’d have loved
To hear from their uncle—
A family together
Lends old age a pleasure!

Listen’t’me blather, Tom,
I don’t mean to nag ya’, dear Tom.
The truth’s I admire you
And all that you’ve lived through.
	You’ve lived quite a life, dear old Tom

How did you do it, Tom?
What were you trying to prove?
Seventy years
And six careers
	I can understand why you’re so tired...


From a cop to an actor,
From a ref to a coach,
Have you ever considered
All the lives that you’ve touched?
Don’t be so modest
I speak from experience
An honest man like you makes a difference!

I should be going
It’s nearly past sundown
But I’ll visit again
Next time I am in town
Never you doubt it
I will return soon
As sure as I draw breath
And you lie in this tomb...

I won’t forget you...won’t forget you...won’t forget...

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy
Mastered by Spencer Martin

Dear Tom

On nights like this
I hide behind a corner.
The arrow, the bullet, the locomotive
and even the meteorite,
they want to hit the cat.
Can't you do better?
I need a god. Better two.
Can't you imagine it?
I will change country every day.
Can't you 'put feeling into it?
Partner in your madness.
image and likeness.
Law of the most crappy.
The army of lies.
If it's to hang out
I at least
I plan to die one day.

Birds in flight

Don Jennings

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