Jazz & Blues

Radio Far Oeste Playlist Part. II

Monday Playlist week of 11/1/2021

Original

Mesmo's Midnight Adventure Theater of Sound presents: String Incident at Exeter

String Incident at Exeter

Someday after awhile(you’ll be sorry)

a transition which leads into the next chapter of my story

endeavors (the interlude)

I’d rather be blind

Silvertone Guitar and Blackdiamond String's, # 12, Gene Jumper and Tony's Lyrics

Silvertone Guitar And Blackdiamond String's,# 12,Gene Jumper, and Tony's Lyric's

The Crooked Road- Collab/W/ Gene Jumper- Vocal and Lyrics By: Riff Beach

The Crooked Road - Collab W Gene Jumper 7.21,  Vocal and Lyrics By: Riff Beach

Take The Long Way Home  ©
Music and Performance by Gene Jumper
Lyrics, Vocals - Riff Beach
Oh, what a Day!
What a Beautiful Day….
Say whatever ya’ gonna’ say, Miss May
Cuz’ I’m goin’ to see Miss June
Cuz’ Miss June
Well, now Miss June
She promised me a Silvery Moon
So, ya’ better say what ya’ got to say
Cuz’ we’re gonna’
Take The Long Way
Oh, Yeah 
We’re gonna’ Take The Long Way
Oh, We’re gonna’ Take The Long Way Home
Now, Let’s Take The Long Way Home
Oh, Me Oh My
Gotta’ get there by July
Or, I might get a Tear in my Eye
You know…..I just wanna’ Stroll
C’Mon now, we gotsta’ Roll
Cuz’ We Takin’ the Long Way
Oh Yeah, Like I said….
We’re gonna’ Take the Long Way
Gonna’ Take The Long Way….Home
We’re Taking the Long Way
Don’t-cha’ know ?
The Long Way
Oh, Yeah…..
Gonna’ Take the Long Way
Home
Oh, Yeah….You Know
We’re Gonna’ Take The Long Way

Sunny Beaches

Take The Long Way Home ©

Take The Long Way Home  © - Gene Jumper-Riff Beach Blues

a good offer

You Can't Stop Me

"Donna" is a song written by Ritchie Valens, featuring the '50s progression. The song was released in 1958 on Del-Fi Records. Written as a tribute to his high school sweetheart Donna Ludwig, it was Valens' highest-charting single, reaching No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart the following year. Richie was killed in a Plane crash...this song will never die.

Donna - Cover by Tony

Sunday Evening Jam

Poul

There Is Nothing I Can Do

Living life

Just A Thought

All Country fans like Hank William's music…hope you enjoy this track.				
Original Country Lyrics by Tony Harris 2016				
Vocal and Music Production/Mix by Riff Beach (Hess)				
				
  NO TEARS IN HANK'S BEER				
				
HANK WAS A BIT COCKY				
UNEASY AT THE SAME TIME				
SOMETIMES A BIT SHAKY				
BUT IT WAS HIS YEAR TO SHINE				
				
EIGHTEEN MONTHS ON THE OPRY				
GAVE HIM DRAWING POWER				
HIS SONGS WERE PURE POETRY				
HE WAS THE MAN OF THE HOUR
				
CHORUS				
THE YEAR WAS FIFTY ONE				
HIS BIGGEST YEAR				
BIG CROWDS STOOD IN LINE				
NO TEARS IN HANK'S BEER				
YEA, NO TEARS IN HANK'S BEER				
				
POP STARS WERE COVERING HIS HITS				
HE PLAYED SOME TV SHOWS				
HE SIGNED A MOVIE CONTRACT				
BROKE IT BY BEING A NO SHOW				
				
THE MILES HE TRAVELED 				
INCREASED HIS BACK PAIN				
BUT HE MADE THE BIG TIME				
CAUSE COUNTRY MUSIC WAS IN HIS VEINS				
				
(REPEAT CHORUS)				
				
WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE SO YOUNG				
IN THE BACK OF THAT OLD CADLLAIC				
				
				
© 2016 Lyrcis by Tony Harris

No Tears in Hank's Beer - (Lyrics by Tony - Featuring Riff Beach)- Original

Hope you enjoy
Martin , Marcus & Karin

Instruments:  Splintered Finger @fraudstein
Lyric's & Vocals: Augenmerk 
Composed Arranged & Produced: Splintered Finger & Augenmerk

Put on my boots, the ride comes up,
Take the lighthouse  to the open sea.
Throw the saddle overboard, I am free.
I drift on the ocean, immerse into the full,
in schools of fish searching colors, which the garment still lacks,
drinking the stream of life, from above and below, from anywhere:
comes on me, hissing.
A swarm at the back, my feet in the mud,
the head leaning against the wall, the night becomes day, 
picks the balloon from the sky and light explodes in the spray.
Life foams over, and I lean back thirsty,
push the back against the seat back, enjoy the drive, the ride.

Collect my blueprints
Count past and possible future into the void.
I was enclosed, zeroed in.
What’s it to the dance? Puzzle of many splinters,
Some penetrate and fester, are source.
I open doors, close doors, so many rooms,
In each one birth, death, sins, knowledge.

I allow myself, believe myself, sue me for myself 
My yes and no and the endless time, the only time that remains is now

I renounce to sacrifice, disaster, error and desolation,
give me space, traces clothe my body,
vinyl and leather, on the strap the whip
and on the left the mind, on the right the impuissence, 
the vision releases depth.
I spit out the sea I've drunk, too long and too much,
The black star in the black blue, the black flood gone

Life serves me, steals from me
Your milk is drinking me all of a sudden your island visits me,
lands at my strand
Flag gala, boat christening, cork’s pop - life steps on the gas
Mother, forever pregnant, gives birth and gives birth and gives birth

The Dark does not want to hear about it, and the bright gets off, drifts off - dream boat, dream ship, spaceship
The wings trimmed, give up flying? And good appetite for life!
Enjoy the meal! Cut off doesn’t apply!

Fresh water, rinse the brush. A new image originates,
 carries my tracks, finds me, loses me,
starts and finishes me. I could come, could go
Could finish my dance.
Not take seriously, not fix: so or so I am
I dish myself up. I wipe
to pour me somewhere else on the stage, to flow.
Here I am, so is it, my life.
 
At some point the trip began, and once, perhaps never,
reaches its destination, last port.
Move the ground, which from bending down and humping  
obscures the view, the sight makes short, 
Which captures and lays in linen, holds in small bunches -

The daily peg, around which one circles!
And outside the humpback whale sings, ancient, gentle, free,
Ready to free us, everywhere we are at home,
The world is ride within our head, calling, luring!

Blow up templates! Cut tapes! Open locks!
Let the flood in! 
Raise the wave, listen to ourselves instead of losing us!
On the trip knowing that these quiet inside calls 
are still related to the loud rushing outside,
That the cosmos outside well-known to the inner sea opens dreams  
you see hidden worlds finally unfold, finally contain you,

One morning which taps blue at the window
opens your desire for the delicious and the secret,
you saddle your horse with the bubbly of the night,
which leans your dream into the day, and you do not know why,
you put on your fanciest cap, turn around and say, "Wonderful!".
You flip the line off, which still hangs on the house,
Throw down the anchor, which still holds you, you mount the horse.
So covetous, so great your thirst for world that nothing can hold you any more
and pure urge for life flows through your veins, you bunk off.

Lust for this foaming, overwhelming exploding in-all-directions,
parading your loudest, wildest and most beautiful,
equipping you with boots that jump over mountains.
You look, on which mountains you were grounded, which horns crowned you,
which valley tied your foot to shade
and seek expanse, gravity, your imploding.
You finally celebrate your luminous ride !!!!!!

WE CAME IN ON THE TIDE_DEN LEUCHTRITT FEIERN_ SPLINTERED FINGER & AUGENMERK (lyrics are translated)

soundcloud.com/andreas-bruening
I found an experiment with loops of Andreas Bruening which I mixed last year.

Loops oops )))))))))))

Tough one here.  In recent years, I have lost many family members and so many friend.  The deepest cut was the lost of my beautiful 31 year old daughter a few years ago this month.  As members of this human race we all share in these emotions and feelings.  Many, many good days, some sad.  SO IS LIFE

Dreams Don T Go Away (Original)

Songwriters: DAVID TODD RAWLINGS,GILLIAN HOWARD WELCH

Guitar, Mandolin, Upright Bass and Vocals: Josh McAlexander

One More Dollar

Free Bird ( Lynyrd Skynrd Copy ) A Special Tribute by Glenny G

Thx for visiting and listening, I am an amateur guitarist, play a little keybord, bass and drums too. I love music.

You Can't Stop Me

Little Man