unnamed planet

Let's Light This Up and Pretend We Came Out to Smoke It

Carla Jean

floating (bonus)

ballade folk et pop rock chantée en duo, extraite de la bande originale de la pièce Le Pacte

J'ai essayé

Oldies covers with acoustic guitars and alternate arrangements

Everyday

Machine covers of songs written and recorded by Kevin Bianchi

©2025 St. Francis Records, LLC.

All songs written by Kevin Bianchi
JakeOwen/St. Francis Music (ASCAP)

Spring

Alou Vó Mete o Dedo

Broken Man (1)

New Day

An old song remastered. 



Swing high swing low the heather hums
Where the wild winds dance and the river runs
A song in the stones a whisper so old
I hear it call in the evening's gold

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

The skies wear gray like a woven shawl
The lark takes flight as the shadows fall
Your voice it lingers like a tune untamed
Carved in my soul like the cliffs unnamed

Oh the stars they blink in the loch so deep
Secrets they hold in their ancient keep
If I were the wind I’d find your side
And sing you this song on the morning tide

Swing high swing low let the breeze let go
Carry my heart to the glen I know
Where the hills stand tall and the streams run slow
Swing high swing low let the love still grow

Carry my Heart .mp3

Sometimes feeling like hopeless? Yeah, me too! Like I have a secondhand life in a secondhand country, in a secondhand store already picked over for all the good stuff by some rich brats or worse, bullies. Still trying not to be discouraged. Secondhand time is really a metaphor for getting a second chance and not giving up. We all deserve it!  Fight on!  Do not give up!  We are with you!  Or, as another saying I have heard goes, "Slava Ukraini!"

Lyrics:

Whatever you're thinking,
You are not doing fine.
Peer in your mind,
You're on secondhand time.

And it's a long way back,
To the beginning.
But are you too far gone,
This time?

That's not what I said.

Whatever you're reading,
It is not what it seems.
A two bit mystery,
In a periscope dream.

And it's a short glance back,
To your misgivings.
You're in a dim lit, dark,
Coal mine.
We both have that view.

Just keep on searching.
You'll find a passage out.
You've been rehearsing?
Secondhand time is now!

The place where you're bleeding,
It is not where you think.
You'll need a drink,
'Cause you are on the brink.

And there is one way back,
From your cliff-hanger.
And it is not your rope,
Tied noose.
Don't jump from that stool!

Don't quit your searching.
It's sure a long way down.
I hope that rope breaks.
You're not some hand-me-down!

Please don't quit searching.
Could be you're almost there.
Don't quit rehearsing.
Your next act starts right now!

So quit your griping.
Secondhand time is now!

Secondhand time is now!

Secondhand Time

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