Mike McKillip

Boy Wonder (m1)

Beginning to End

Worth the Fight

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Sherie
© March 1970 – Keith Adams & Raji Abuzalaf

Sherie, baby, come along with me
Sherie, baby, come along with me
Sherie, baby, come along with me
Baby, baby, baby
Sherie, baby, come along with me

Easy, baby, won’t you stay with me?
Kindly, honey, see what we could be
Sherie, Sherie, Sherie, ah…

Baby, love me, won’t you set me free?
Kindly, honey, listen to my plea
Sherie, Sherie, Sherie, ah…

Sherie, baby, come along with me
Sherie, baby, come along with me
Sherie, baby, come along with me
Baby, baby, baby
Sherie, baby, come along with me

Daily, tell me that you do love me
Sorry, baby, please forgive me
Sherie, Sherie, Sherie, ah…

Sherie, baby, come along with me
Sherie, baby, come along with me
Sherie, baby, come along with me
Baby, baby, baby
Sherie, baby, come along with me

Love Songs

Sherie

Prod by Mason : BROKEN

Song : Yanko, Y.CB - Lightwork Freestyle

IG : prodbymx1

YANKO FT. Y.CB - BLOODIES (REMIX)

A song about looking through the eyes of a healthcare administrator in this day of the current baby boomers generation aging. The healthcare industry is a tough area where there are no compromises. This administrator in New Castle, IN  is one in a million !

Rollin On-Final Mix 1

Learning How To Love Me
(May 7/Week 44)
CAPO 5 F, C, Am, G
5.13.23

VERSE
every day i get to decide
the clothes on my body
and the words inside my mind 

when did i start telling myself lies 
of all the things to think 
why am i unkind 

PRE
push and fight
strike a match to burn out every time 
i know i’m not far behind
but my mind tells me otherwise 

CHORUS 
yeah i’m learning to love me
learning how to talk 
like i’m my best friend
calling when she’s lost 

i’m learning how to listen (soften)
when shes being hard 
saying all the things
that i knows shes not 

yeah i’m learning how to 
love love me
learning how to
love love me

VERSE
i’m standing tall 
i’m standing up high 
watching my thoughts like clouds in the sky 
and i know that it gets cold when the suns gone 
but i can always dance and let the storm rage on 

CHORUS 
yeah i’m learning to love me
learning how to talk 
like i’m my best friend
calling when she’s lost 

i’m learning how to listen (soften)
when shes being hard 
saying all the things
that i knows shes not

and i’m learning all her triggers
all the ways she copes
when she’s in the dark 
picking up her phone 

and when it gets hard
to like what i see
i remind myself 
i’m just learning
yeah learning how to 

yeah i’m learning how to 
love love me
learning how to
love love me



to face herself 

 but my mind likes to tell me otherwise

learning how to love me

Featuring Morgan Hannaford on dobro, Bruce Turgon on bass and Joe Misztal on drums

Roadside Attraction

The Anchor

Kevin William Ball refers to his music as Americana Country Soul, and for good reason. It combines the essential ingredients that go under that broad umbrella popularly known as Americana while preserving the essential ingredients that are so vital to its absolute essence.      “When I began my journey, an entire spectrum of Americana music was unfolding,” Kevin recalls. “I knew I wanted to be part of it.”     The new album Coleman refers to, Helluva Town confirms the fact he’s succeeded. Produced by Dave Coleman at Coleman’s Howard’s Apartment Studio, it features special guests Tim Carroll, Pete Finney, Mark Robinson and Dana Cooper. The culmination of twenty years spent making music and shifting his style, it’s part of a trajectory spent exploring different sounds and mining his muse. The songs range from driving, determined and spirited rockers to moving, memorable tearstained ballads, all shared with the honesty and sincerity that continues to inform Kevin’s music and momentum.

Soul Thing

Love Problems

Livin’ The Lake Life          Writer: Jim Groves


(V1) Throwed out more hooks 
Than anyone in Nashville ever wrote
On a lake that shines like glass
In an old bass boat that barely floats
When that bobber hits the water
I’ll have a cold beer in my hand
All covered up with Banana Boat
Cooler full of day drinkin’ plans

(C1) I could spend my life out on a lake
Where it’s just me and some fish
Gettin’ higher than any bird can fly
Buzzin’ like the bees…
Watch a tequila sunrise, warm that southern breeze
Just me in a boat
Feelin’ alright, hmm mm
Livin’ the lake life

(V2) I’ve drank so much beer out here
I could make this old boat float
My cure for sick of workin’
Is the lake beer antidote

(Pre) Day drinkin’, my 8 hours away
Hell yeah man,
Life is good…

(C2) I could spend my life out on a lake
Where it’s just me and some fish
Getting’ higher than any bird can fly
Buzzin’ like the bees…
Watch a tequila sunrise, warm that southern breeze
Just me in a boat
Feelin’ all right 
Livin’ the lake life
Yeah just livin’…

(Br) When they reach down to take my soul
I’m gonna bring this old bass boat
Drink a beer with some ol’ lost friends, 
in our new fav’rite fishin’ hole 
mm hmm, Until then…

(C3) I’m gonna spend my life out on a lake 
Where it’s just me and some fish
Gettin’ higher than any bird can fly
Buzzin’ like the bees…
Watch a tequila sunrise, warm that southern breeze
Yeah, just me in a boat
Feelin’ all right
Keepin’ my cooler full of ice-cold Miller Lite
livin’ the lake life
yeah man I’m just livin’ the lake life 
Just livin’…
Livin’ the lake life

LIVIN THE LAKE LIFE

Bad Ass Love

This track is from a collection of tunes from the live streamed sessions with Slamhaus. While bands or users will inspire me, every song was composed live on stream without any pre-thought melodies, progressions or beats. Watch a piece of music composed 100% in front of your eyes.

Watch this track composed lived from here: Coming Soon!

Be a part of the music making! Watch Tunesday at 2pm CT every Tuesday!
www.twitch.tv/slamhaus

Album Artwork by Chris Amhaus

Lyrics:
I told you once
You told me twice
But I never want to see you
Until you've paid the price

I make you cry
You make me mad
I've never seen you happy and you've never seen me sad

You try everything
Don't cry if I don't wanna sing
Make up a reason to live
Break up when there's nothing to give

I never knew
The work it needs
An endless burning candle
That constantly just feeds

A single step
Is all it takes
But how much longer lasting
When we're waiting for the breaks

You try everything
Don't cry if I don't wanna sing
Make up a reason to live
Break up when there's nothing to give

You try everything
Don't cry if I don't wanna sing
Make up a reason to live
Break up when there's nothing to give

Tunesday, Vol. 31

November 28th {Pay the Price}

Not many grays for a simple man. I get all A's in thinking I can. Grew up on chicken pox and black and white T V. Went to the school of hard knocks for a P H D. No need for games to tax my brain. Just longing to live on memory lane. I love old ways and where love began.
Not many grays for a simple man.

Not Many Grays for a Simple Man

He sat there stirrin’ his whiskey slow,
Lines on his face told stories untold.
Said, “Son, I see you starin’ at that phone,
Let me tell you ‘bout the nights I spent alone.”
Had a woman who loved me, but I let her down,
Chased the money, never stayed around.
By the time I saw what I had to lose,
She was gone, and I had nothin’ to choose.
If I could turn back time, I’d hold her close,
Tell my boy I love him, never let him go.
I’d pick up the phone, call my old man,
Tell my mama I miss her while I still can.
Don’t wait ‘til you’re lookin’ back,
Live each day like it’s your last.
I had a son, Lord, he had my name,
But I was too busy to show him the way.
Now he’s grown, got kids of his own,
But he don’t call, and I know why, son.
Lost my friends one by one,
Guess a man’s gotta give just to keep someone.
Had a family, had a life, had it all in my hands,
But I let it slip like grains of sand.
If I could turn back time, I’d hold her close,
Tell my boy I love him, never let him go.
I’d pick up the phone, call my old man,
Tell my mama I miss her while I still can.
Don’t wait ‘til you’re lookin’ back,
Live each day like it’s your last.
He looked at me with a faraway stare,
Said, “Son, don’t wait ‘til the world don’t care.
Love ‘em now, don’t let pride win,
‘Cause time don’t give second chances, my friend.”
If I could turn back time, I’d hold her close,
Tell my boy I love him, never let him go.
I’d pick up the phone, call my old man,
Tell my mama I miss her while I still can.
Don’t wait ‘til you’re lookin’ back,
Live each day like it’s your last.


If I Could Turn Back Time

Highway Back to You

Songwriter / guitarist from Indiana. Feel free to contact me at :
mmckillip282@gmail.com

Guitarist 35 years. Married since 1995. 
Member BMI Nashville. 
Member Nashville Songwriters Association International.
Home town: Pittsburgh Pa, and will always be home. You can move away from Pittsburgh, but “yinz” will always and forever be called home. 
My back yard is a lake, full of inspiration with that little blue chair on my dock. 
Many more demos coming.

LIVIN THE LAKE LIFE

Jim Groves

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