"Sometimes it’s better to be … a stranger in a strange land than a stranger in your own."
Michael Sellers: Tidings from the Diaspora

"Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground."
Judith Thurman

Music and lyrics, occasional guitar: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; Edgar Ibarra (Tonight Colombia!); Sergio Aguilar (Come on you lads!)
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe (Misty Liar, Tonight Colombia!, I had a fight ..., Come on you lads!);
Juan Herrera (Walking on the Dark Side);
Harmonica: Edgar Ibarra (Walking on the Dark Side)
Trumpet: Franklyn Brooks (Come on you lads!)
Piano: Romeo Rodriguez (Come on you lads!)
Album Cover photo: Jan Alderman
Album Cover design: Michael Sellers
Cover designs: Loretta Sellers Fortuny; Michael Sellers

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Stranger in your own land

All the songs in this collection center around urban areas, whether the name of the place is mentioned or not, whether the town or city is on Earth, or comes in the form of the caustrophobic urban entity of a generational spaceship,  as it does in the song "There Is No Elsewhere".

“Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will rise a certain individual to glory, it will destroy another who is not suited to its personality. Only through travel can we know where we belong or not, where we are loved and where we are rejected.”
― Roman Payne, Cities & Countries

"I think all songs should have weather in them, names of towns and streets ... Every song needs certain ingredients to be balanced. You’re writing a song and you need a town and you look out the window and you see St. Louis Cardinals on some kid’s t-shirt. You said, okay, we’ll use that."
― Tom Waits

Credits
released July 15, 2022

Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers (all songs); Chris Curtis (Winter in the City of Vancouver); Ale Destiny (Lost in hard rain down in Juarez; Second!)
Guitars, keyboard, synth, & musical arrangement; Sergio Aguilar
Editing & production: Sergio Aguilar, & with Edgr Ibarra on Second!
Piano & organ: Romeo Rodriguez (Second!)
Trumpet: Franklyn Brooks (Second!)
Sax: Miguel Covarrubias (Second!)
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Album Cover photo: Image by KELLEPICS from Unsplash
Album Cover design: Michael Sellers
Song Cover designs: Loretta Sellers Fortuny; Michael Sellers

Urban Tales

“Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.”
― John Green

"Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground."
― Judith Thurman

Lyrics:
I’m lying on the sidewalk
Snowflakes in my eyes
Dreaming of Colombia
Cartagena’s soul blue skies
I’m sleeping on a park bench
Wind whippin’ ‘cross my face
Aching for Colombia
Cartagena’s sinful grace

(Todo bajo el sol de trópico ¡Ay, ay ay ay … me encanta!)

I’m walking on down Main Street
Way too cold to stop
They’re doling out the hot soup
They tell me, “Tough luck Buddy, that’s your lot!”
I’m a cancer on society you say
And I’ve got myself to blame
But I’m envisioning a better place
Than the one from whence I came

I’m going to … Co-co-co-Colombia x3
Tonight, tonight …
(Todo bajo el sol de trópico ¡Ay, ay ay ay … que milagro!)

In Colombia no one dies out on the street
The sun would be kissing me
The cold here is killing me!

(Todo bajo el sol de trópico ¡Ay, ay ay ay … precioso!)

I’m going to … Co-co-co-Colombia x3
Tonight, tonight, in my dreams
(Todo bajo el sol de trópico ¡Ay, ay ay ay … Cartagena!)

from Stranger in your own land, released December 30, 2020
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers & Edgar Ibarra
Acoustic & electric guitars, bass guitar, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny
Track cover photo: Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

Tonight Colombia!

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Tonight Colombia! (feat. Edgar Ibarra) 4 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2021

Here's a re-recording of a song I wrote in 2014. It's part of an EP I recorded in 2018 called "Long Time Coming". A meditation on loss, loneliness and resulting pain. 
We have all felt that wind!

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own death until the hour of separation." — Khalil Gibran
"The hottest love has the coldest end." — Socrates

Lyrics
Her eyes are getting cloudy
You’re misty to her view
Whatever you expected
It wasn’t this sad adieu
And the wind just blew
Blew you away again
Blew you around the bend
No light at tunnel’s end

True you’ve parted company
With others passing through
But whatever you expected
It wasn’t this déjà vu 
And the wind just blew
Blew you away again
Blew you around the bend
No light at tunnel’s end 

Back in the day you thought that you were everybody’s cup of tea
Now you trudge a lonely path that promises to be eternity
It’s not easy walking hand-in-hand with yourself 
No ... No
But one day you’ll realize this is your primary wealth
Yeah … yeah 

As she turns a corner in your eye
Your mind goes wintery blue
Whatever you depended on
Has cleared the table too
And the wind just blew
Blew you away again
Blew you around the bend
No light at tunnel’s end

And the wind just blew ...

Music & lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation, musical arrangement, & production: Jesus Estrada
Photo: Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
Cover design: Michael Sellers

Long Time Coming

And the wind just blew

“Limitless and immortal, the waters are the beginning and end of all things on earth.” 
– Heinrich Zimmer

My first ever song at the age of 17, composed in 1971 with a great deal of help from John Masefield, Poet Laureate from 1930 until 1967, whose poem I borrowed. The chorus, though, is from an old sea shanty called "Haul Away Joe". The music is mine however, utilizing all the few chords I had recently learnt that year.

lyrics
‘Way haul away, the good ship now is rollin’ (Jimmy!)
‘Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

‘Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

‘Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!

I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

‘Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!

‘Way, haul away, we’ll haul for better weather, (Jimmy!)
‘Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe

Credits
Music: Michael Sellers
Lyrics: John Masefield
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation, musical arrangement, & production: Jesus Estrada
Cover photo & design: Michael Sellers

Sea Fever

“When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't...”
― Luke Davies, Candy

As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapor that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding, companionship, and approval. Momentarily we did -- then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen -- Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.
― Alcoholics Anonymous

For Gary, and the guy I did see wrapped around a toilet bowl in a bar in Mexico City many, many years ago. How did things turn out for him I wonder ...

lyrics
Had a fight with alcohol
It left me slumped against a toilet wall
Nursing my pride, and a pain in my side … ohhh
It’s been the bane of my whole life
A crucifixion somewhat less than Christ’s
Evenings insane, & mornings of righteous blame
Yeah, I had a fight, yeah I had a fight

Had a fight with alcohol
At times I doubt there’s any good in me at all
I get slaps on the back, but it’s not friends that I lack … ohhh
Sometimes I wish I had control
A meager chance to play a better role
But I’m back on the piss, trying to force a drunk kiss
Yeah, I had a fight, yeah I had a fight

A drunken bum, figure of fun, is that what people see?
But where’s the noble soul, with lofty goals?
The guy I want to be … The guy I want to be

Sometimes I stop to think again
To plan a life of love instead of pain
But now I’m out to get sloshed, no regard for the cost
Yeah, I had a fight, yeah I had a fight

Had a fight with alcohol
It left me wrapped around a toilet bowl
Yeah, drinking’s my curse, but it always comes first
Yeah, I had a fight, yeah I had a fight
Guess I lost the fight

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from Stranger in your own land, track released May 9, 2021
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Acoustic & electric guitars, bass guitar, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny
Track cover photo: Image by KLEITON Santos from Pixabay

I had a fight ...

I had a fight ... 5 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2021

Dedicated to the lads, both those mentioned in the song and those many others who sailed those beery seas with me!

“Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.”
– Ally Condie; author

Take care of all your memories ... For you cannot relive them.
– Bob Dylan; songwriter & Nobel Prize winner

“When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.”
– Stephen King; author

Bursting out of school
Straight into a job
More money than I’d ever had before
Crammed into a car
Johnny in the boot
Cruising pubs, peddle to the floor

Careening round the bends
Steve half-out the door
Nicking traffic bollards for a lark
Then down to Brighton Town
Streaking on the beach
Pale half-moons, a glimmer in the dark

But then, the bottle was chock-full
And getting pissed was cool
Day’s job quiet prelude to Night’s riot
Fist fights down the pub (Oi mush!)
Then eating dodgy grub
We scoffed at those just wanting peace and quiet

Years of dressing sharp
Trying to pull a girl
Turned down way more often than accepted
What the hell to say?
Tongue made out of cloth
Zombies stood more chance once resurrected

Jobs they came and went
Nothing seemed to stick
Belly grew much quicker than my bank account
Steve made a fortune running guns
Flies all around the world
They say Her Majesty made him a viscount!

And now the bottle’s running out
I’ve pitched up at the final shout
In the mirror prowls an ageing dinosaur
Yeah, the bottle’s running out
I wonder, “What was it all about?”
And I think back to us streaking on the shore

Come on you Lads!
Guildford, Shere & Shamley Green,
Up to Kingston, all pubs between

Come on you Lads!
Bramley, Compton, Clandon, Send,
Ripley, Putney - some weekends

Come on you Lads!
Coffee back at Pewley Way
If you were legless, you could stay

Come on you Lads!
Martin, Gerry, Steve & John
Loved ‘em all … don’t get me wrong!

Come on you Lads!
Dave & Andy, Ian & Geoff
Loved ‘em also, I confess!

Come on you Lads!
Peter, Malcolm, Simon too
All in all, a first rate crew!

COME ON YOU LADS!
credits
from Stranger in your own land, released December 30, 2020
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; Sergio Aguilar
Electric guitar, bass guitar, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Trumpet: Franklyn Brooks
Piano: Romeo Rodriguez
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny
Track cover photo: Simon Overett

Come on you lads!

Come On You Lads

Here is a recording from 2014, though composed in 1995. Originally a blues song, although the lyrics display traces of the influence of Lou Reed, now transformed into something more like the Doo-wop of the late 50s and early 60s. Don't be fooled by the seeming sweetness of the lyrics: the narrator could possibly be dangerous. 

Its a fine line between love and stalking.
— David Levithan

Lyrics:

I see her in the morning
And I always catch my breath
Cos she’s inevitably so beautiful
In jeans or in a dress

Am I mad or am I foolish?
Am I conscious of my pain?
Cos she’s inevitably so beautiful
In sunshine or in rain

I try hard to avoid her by playing like I’m blind
But she’s inevitably so beautiful, I see her all the time

She know me yet she don’t know me
My passion lies out of sight
She’s inevitably so beautiful
I think of her all thru the night

I try hard to avoid her by playing like I’m blind
But she’s inevitably so beautiful, I see her all the time

I see her in the evening
And I follow her, all of the time
Cos she’s inevitably so beautiful
And I’m inevitably out of my mind

Music: Michael Sellers
Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation, musical arrangement, & production: Jesus Estrada
Cover design: Michael Sellers

Inevitably Beautiful

"A sad tale’s best for winter ..."
― William Shakespeare: A Winter's Tale

“I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white.”
― Sandy Welch

Cold is merciless. It shows you where you are. What you are.
― Wim Hof

We are seeing every night on the television news now a nature hike through the Book of Revelation. These climate-related extreme weather events have convinced the vast majority of people that the scientists have been right for a long time. We have to address this.
― Al Gore

United Kingdom of Great Britain) Red Snow Warning:
Extreme weather is expected. Red means you should take action now to keep yourself and others safe from the impact of the weather. Widespread damage, travel and power disruption and risk to life is likely. You must avoid dangerous areas and follow the advice of the emergency services and local authorities.


Beast from the east: name given to an extreme winter storm experienced in the UK. Melting Arctic sea ice fuelled the 'Beast from the East', which brought freezing temperatures and heavy snowfall to the UK in February 2018. The ice was and is melting because of rising greenhouse gas emissions, which is fuelling climate change.

Schmo:
United States slang for idiot; fool

The Smoke; the Sticks
British English slang for the city and the countryside (el campo en español) 

lyrics
A fearsome beast is now unleashed
Hell-bent on breaking up the peace
Just clock the red snow warning
Morning trouble dawning
Mailman on the steep slope
Like a man on a tightrope
Won’t push the envelope … no, no
Cos he’s slipping on the deep snow
Feels like a real schmo
Swears in Esperanto

The arctic feel of frosty breath
Omen of a chilly death
Brought by winds blown from the east
Blasting ears like Judas Priest
The Beast just pauses on the hill
And for a moment all is still
Then carries on the winter-kill
Emits a pitiless raucous laugh
Bodies frozen, left as chaff
A cruel, grim, icy autograph

Beast … unleashed, come to feast … on you!

Intense tornadoes, hurricanes
Many places up in flames
Flooding, drought, and pestilence
The Bible says it all makes sense
I swear on my frost-bitten feet
The shit has never been this deep!

The mother says to the second son
“The Beast has got us on the run
The water pipes are ice for gin
I’d trade you in for a warm bearskin!”
The Beast is tiring, time for home
One last chill to strip the bones
Tomorrow … off to other zones
The Beast will surely come back quick
To the Smoke, and to the Sticks
To all the poor but … not the rich

The Beast will surely come back quick …

Beast … unleashed, come to feast … on you!
Beast … unleashed … Beast … from the east
AARRGH! BEAST!

credits
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Cover designs: Loretta Sellers Fortuny
Track cover photo: Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

A Winter's Tale

A Winter's Tale 4 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2021

“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza (Author)

“When it comes to abuse, you believe there’s no way out. There is always help. There is always a way out.”
― Rev. Donna Mulvey

A sister song to "I had a fight", told from the point of view of the partner of the alcoholic in that song.
Many thanks to Patricia Fortuny for that idea - I love you! I hope I've done justice to the subject matter and to all women who have found themselves in an abusive relationship.

lyrics
He hasn’t hit me yet
But I’m ready for the blow
Though if he does, I’ve nowhere to run, nowhere to go
He hasn’t hit me yet

I knew he was a wild one
Right from the very start
A boozer and a ladies' man
Yet, somehow I lost my heart
I thought he’d settle down
And learn to drink a little less
But I was just trying to fool myself
I see that now, I must confess

At least he hasn’t hit me yet …

There are no hidden bruises on my skin
But then some blows don’t have to physically connect
You see … my bruises lie within

The owner’s outside, he’s waiting for the rent
How can I tell him it’s already been spent?
And when himself comes home, staggering from the booze
I complain about the money; he tells me it’s his to lose
Oh oh oh oh
But he hasn’t hit me yet

He hasn’t hit me yet
And perhaps he never will
But in his drunken rage he seeks to blame
It’s the fear that haunts me still
So much unexpressed!
I’m sick from all the lying and the hiding
People wond’ring if I have been crying
And at night I … cannot rest

There are no hidden bruises on my skin
But then some blows don’t have to physically connect
No, no, no, no! No hidden bruises on my skin
It’s true some blows don’t have to physically connect
You see … my bruises lie within

… my bruises lie within
… the bruises lie within
… they lie within

Gotta get away, gotta get away x3
Gotta get away … there must be a way

credits
from Stranger in your own land, released December 30, 2020
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars, piano, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Cover designs: Loretta Sellers Fortuny
Track cover photo: Image by Layers from Pixabay

Bruises Lie Within

Bruises Lie Within 5 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2021

"Winter in the City of Vancouver": On All Streaming Platforms. Here's a landing page: push.fm/fl/zlofxda9

This is a song about mature resignation in the face of human indifference and natural elements you can do nothing about.

My thanks to Chris Curtis for his harmonies, and to Sergio Aguilar of 423 Studios, for the supremely judged production and instrumental ability he brings to every song we have recorded!

"I would say just the weather in Vancouver in the winter can be kind of unforgiving."
- Brandon Jay McLaren

"I eat out three times a day most days of the year. This is no big deal to most (city dwellers), and it is not something I am necessarily proud of - it's simply the nature of my itinerant life."
- Ben Elliot

Lyrics
Winter in the city of Vancouver
It’s brutal if you don’t have some steady pay
And any working hours you’ve gained
Don’t help to ease the pain
Of living on the edge day after day

Winter in the city of Vancouver
Hail and sleet are flaying me alive
Cos the ragged clothes I wear
Let in more than I can bear
It’s an endless daily struggle to survive

Going south from Lions Gate to Granville Island
Going east from English Bay to Coquitlam
I’m seeking work to get me through to summer
If the job’s well done, press some dollars in my hand

Coyotes snapping at my heels as I walk through Stanley Park
I sure don’t care to find out if their bite is worse than their bark!
My coffee’s cold in my two-year-old disposable Starbucks cup
I fear my hopes are so far down there’s no way to pull them up!

Winter in the city of Vancouver
Christmas snow, the first in many years
As I tramp through dirty slush
My face a cold, red flush
I brush away my bitter icy tears

Going south from Lions Gate to Granville Island
Going east from English Bay to Coquitlam
If I knock upon your door, give me whatever chore
And if the job’s well done, press some dollars in my hand

Going south from Lions Gate to Granville Island
Going east from English Bay to Coquitlam
Boss man says "Just a day, then on your way, son"
But at least I get some dollars in my hand

Winter in the city of Vancouver
A city that I love and love to hate
I’m looking for some heat,
And something good to eat
Nothing more, for now at any rate

Credits from Urban Tales, track released February 28, 2022
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; Chris Curtis
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Album Cover photo: Image by Aditya Chinchure on Unsplash
Cover designs: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Winter in the City of Vancouver

Winter In The City Of Vancouver(Ft. Chris Curtis) 5 Stars Commended rating, UK Songwriting Contest

CHECK IT OUT! "Over The Sea To Skye": On All Streaming Platforms. Here's a landing page: https://push.fm/link/hhrlirfy

The song, "Over the Sea to Skye", is dedicated to the memory of Margaret Jenny Sellers née Peterkin (1923 - 2018). The photo shows her as a teenager in the 1930s. "Over the Sea to Skye" is also streaming on YouTube, Spotify, and many other streaming sites.

At the funeral of my mother Margaret Sellers, John Alderman (her grandson) and I sang "Over the Sea to Skye", a famous Scottish folksong made even more famous by being the Outlander series theme song set to the lyrics of Robert Louis Stevenson. As she was Scottish, this seemed a very suitable choice.

The positive reaction to our rendition encouraged us to record our version of the song under the name of "The Leatherheads". Unfortunately, distance and a pandemic delayed this until March of 2022 when we eventually recorded it under the experienced eye of the amazing Sergio Aguilar, who also arranged the music and played most of the instruments.

I should at this point acknowledge the influence Bear McCreary (who recorded the Outlander theme) had on our rendition. Thanks to him I realized that the Robert Louis Stevenson poem was infinitely more suitable for a farewell to a loved one than the original Bonnie Prince Charlie lyric. Following his lead, I changed the personal pronouns to reflect we were talking about a woman. I also went further and slightly modified the lyrics to fit the occasion (a funeral),and gave it a different arrangement to suit the fact that it was being sung by two people and accompanied only by a guitar, an arrangement largely followed in this recording, apart from the introduction of a counterpoint where I'm singing the chorus of "Will Ye Go Lassie Go" (also known as "Wild Mountain Thyme"), another old Celtic folk song, and the use of more instrumentation and the use of lead guitars rather than bagpipes (the excellent Sergio Aguilar, ladies and gentlemen!).

So, please enjoy what for us was a heartfelt adios to a wonderful daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother! 

lyrics
Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Sing as we say goodbye
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye
Over the sea … to Skye

Verse 1:
Mull was astern, Rum on the port
Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth glowed in her soul
Where is that glory now?

Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Sing as we say goodbye
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Verse 2:
Give me again all that was there
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes, give me the soul
Give me the lass that's gone

Chorus: Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
(And we'll all go together)
Onward the sailors cry
(To pluck wild mountain thyme)
Merry of soul, she sailed on a day
(All around the blooming heather)
Over the sea to Skye
(Will ye go lassie go?)

Verse 3:
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was she is gone … gone

Chorus: Instrumental

Chorus:
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Over the sea to Skye
Over the sea … to Skye

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from Sing me a Song of a Lass that is Gone, released April 2, 2022
Music: Traditional Scottish air collected in the 1870s by Anne Campbelle MacLeod
Lyrics: Robert Louis Stevenson (with changes by Bear McCreary & Michael Sellers)
Vocals: Michael Sellers; John Alderman
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Song Cover photo: Family photograph
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Sing me a Song of a Lass that is Gone

Over the Sea to Skye

Over The Sea To Skye - The Leatherheads UK Songwriting Contest: Five Stars: Commended Entry

“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“He was not of an age, but for all time!”
― Ben Jonson

This is an original song written by Michael Sellers in which it is imagined that William Shakespeare is telling the story of how be became successful and famous as a playwright. Although the title ends with "and all is true", the only true thing we know is that we don't know how much is true. Much of Shakespeare is still a mystery. Many have speculated he was gay; a few have put forward the proposition that the writer of these plays was in fact a woman, and William Shakespeare a front man, given women were not encouraged to write for or perform on the stage. Consequently, the second verse can be understood in more than one way. Whatever you believe, Shakespeare is probably best explained by one of his own quotes: "All the world's a stage ... and one man in his time plays many parts ...".

lyrics
Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs
And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy
That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge
And make us heirs of all eternity.
― Ferdinand, act I, scene1, Love’s Labours Lost

Lyrics:
With pen and ink, to the London stink
I came looking for success
A country lad, homespun clad
With a world of words to impress
All our patrons in the theatre round
Spending a day in this big dirty town
Ready to be entertained
And that’s how I gained my fame

I met my love, my titled dove
With the best coat of arms, he’d boast
His sword at play would quiver and sway
And was bigger, he’d claim, than most
We’d wile time away on the banks of the Thames
Kissing and drinking and reading out poems
He was ready to be entertained
And that’s how I gained my fame

The Virgin Queen and her sinister team
Of pox-ridden lords and brave rascals
Bade me write bold stories of English glories
And many a right royal squabble
Came James to the throne, uniting two crowns
With a lust for fine tales while out on the town
He was wanting to be entertained
And that’s how I gained my fame

Now I’m back in the country; I’m writing no more
When Death comes a-courting, I’ll answer the door
He’ll be dying to be entertained
Though in truth, he cares not for my fame

So, farewell, it’s the end of the game
‘Tis true - all that’s left - is my name

credits:
from Sing me a Song of a Lass that is Gone, released April 2, 2022
Music & lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; John Alderman
Guitars, percussion, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Flute: Andrea Herrera
Cover photo: Photo by Jessica Pamp on Unsplash
Cover designs: Michael Sellers

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone

All's Well ... And All Is True

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All's Well ... And All Is True - The Leatherheads - Five Stars Commended rating in the UKSC, 2022

This song was written in 2014 and recorded in 2018 by Jesus Estrada in his unique, idiosyncratic production style. A song about lost love, and the hope that somewhere, there is someone who is the right one. The track features a short piano solo from Jesus, and a little whistling from myself at the end.
 
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?”
― Shannon L. Alder

Lyrics
I beg for forgiveness
She turns her back
I guess it’s all over
Love’s slipped through the cracks

Chorus: Please tell me there’s someone in the future for me … ah ahh 

Some sing the blues to bring comfort
Others pray to the lord
Many look to the bottle
While a few just fall on a sword

Chorus: So tell me there’s someone marked out for my company … ah ahh

A room’s no place for the loveless
But nor is a cold, lonely street
Where the wind howls through your memories
Bringing rain, maybe snow, even sleet

Chorus: Please tell me there’s some love in my proximity … ah ahh
Please tell me there’s some love in my proximity … ah ahh

She pleads for redemption
But he’s out through the door
We can see it’s all over
As love crashes to the floor

Chorus: Please say that there’s someone in the future for us all … ah ahh

A Long Time Coming

Someone

Lo-fi version of a song written in 2014. The clue to the Magic Boy is in the cover photo - but I'm NOT the Magic Boy!

He steps on their toes and they jump for joy
Yeah, everybody’s watching the Magic Boy
They’re singing, “Save me, save me, save me,
Save me, save me, save me, 
Save me, save me, sa – sa – save me, Magic Boy.”

He’s as young as a stream and as old as a wood
He leaves a certainty where helplessness once stood
They’re singing, “Save me, save me, save me,
Save me, save me, save me, 
Save me, save me, sa – sa – save me, Magic Boy.”

He irons out their wrinkles like they don’t exist
He pummels their pain with a velvet fist
He cradles their fears and he spits out their doubts
They respond as a fever and he smiles as they shout …. They’re shouting …
“Save me, save me, save me,
Save me, save me, save me, 
Save me, save me, sa – sa – save me, Magic Boy.”

But just when they’re ready to surrender he disappears
He makes no commitments, leaves no rent in arrears
He’s the Magic Boy, and he brings hope and he brings tears
They’re still singing, “Save me, save me, save me,
Save me, save me, save me, 
Save me, save me, save me, 
Save me, save me, sa – sa – save me, Magic Boy.”

Magic Boy

Mexico is considered the most dangerous country for reporters outside a war zone. 14 journalists killed this year, and counting!

Dedicado a esos periodistas de México, y de muchos otros países, que han sido asesinados haciendo su trabajo, ya los que continúan a pesar de las amenazas de violencia!
Dedicated to those journalists from Mexico, and from many other countries, who have died violently doing their job, and to those who continue despite the threats of violence!

A special thanks to Ale Destiny, whose vocals added so much to this song. Listen to her latest song here: https://songwhip.com/aledestiny/forever-here-to-dolores-oriordan

"La violencia contra la prensa en México no da tregua y en solo seis meses, lo que va de 2022, 12 periodistas han sido asesinados en el país, según el recuento de organizaciones como Artículo 19, Reporteros sin Fronteras (RSF), el Comité para la Protección de los Periodistas (CPJ, por sus siglas en inglés) y el que registra CNN."
(The violence against the press in Mexico does not let up and in just six months, so far in 2022, 12 journalists have been murdered in the country, according to the count of organizations such as Article 19, Reporters Without Borders (RSF), the Committee for the Protection of Journalists (CPJ) and the one recorded by CNN.)
― Rocío Muñoz-Ledo: 4 Julio, 2022, CNN Español

“No society can be free and fair without journalists who are able to investigate wrongdoing, bring information to citizens, hold leaders accountable and speak truth to power.”
― UN Secretary-General António Guterres

Journalists ... have been killed ... in a lot of places where hard rain falls. As readers or journalists, we honor them when we remember that their dying was not part of a plan to make the world cheaper, baser, or dumber. They died to bring us the truth.”
― Pete Hamill (journalist, novelist, essayist and editor)

Lyrics
Aunque sea esto lo último que escriba…. ¡No voy a rendirme!
(Even if this is the last thing I write... I'm not going to give up!)

In the freezer of my fridge
Waits an impression of my teeth
To identify my mutilated remains
If they hear you’re asking questions
See their names in big bold captions
There’s a deadly bullet waiting with your name …….. your name

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

I’m married to death,
Hand in hand we stalk the streets
The camera clicks to capture the grisly trail
I try to find humanity
In this crazy, cruel insanity
I can’t tell if I succeed or if I fail …….. if I fail

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

I’ve lost so many friends and colleagues
Shot or stabbed or hacked to pieces
By cops or gunmen from the narco
Leaving stains like scarlet day-glo
Craven silence in high places
Bought by money with no traces
No justice for those brave cold corpses
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

credits
from the album Urban Tales, released February 28, 2022
Track released July 16, 2022
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; Ale Destiny
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Album Cover photo: Image by Mizter_X94 from Pixabay
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Lost in hard rain down in Juarez

Lost In Hard Rain Down In Juarez (ft. Ale Destiny) 5 Stars/Highly commended rating in the UKSC, 2022

"Mike and Sergio have come up with a song that is long enough to relax into."
— Gerry Verdier (English language teacher, music critic, and occasional lyricist)

“As long as we are a single-planet species, we are vulnerable to extinction by a planetwide catastrophe, natural or self-induced. Once we become a multiplanet species, our chances to live long and prosper will take a huge leap skyward.”
— David Grinspoon (American astrobiologist)

One of the greatest challenges of traveling to another star has to do with the sheer amount of energy necessary to get humans to another star within their own lifetimes. Hence why some proponents of interstellar travel recommend sending spacecraft that are essentially miniaturized worlds that can accommodate travelers for centuries or longer. These “Generation Ships” (aka. worldships or Interstellar Arks) are spacecraft that are built for the truly long haul.
— Matt Williams (From Universe Today: Space and astronomy news)

“(With generational ships) … stuff breaks down. The second law of thermodynamics is unbreakable. You can't just put a closed system in space for a century and hope for the best. And either the...  more

lyrics
Woke up this morning, (least I think it was;
it’s hard to tell out here in Space)
And looked at photos of the Earth way back when
All blues and greens and a happy face
That home today is stormy grey
Hot as hell, cold as clay
Stuck inside a tin can just like “Major Tom”
We seek a new world where we can all belong

Sailing out upon “Hope of Humanity”
To places only fate would make us dare … to go
Sailing out into the great expanse
To find and build a home out in a galaxy … and know
We’re there to stay … there is no elsewhere x2

On a journey longer than our lives
Where decades form one endless year
I stare at the dark and quiet immensity
All I sense is death, somber and severe,
no safe haven near

Sailing out upon “Hope of Humanity”
To places only fear would make us dare … to go
Sailing out into the great expanse
To find and build a home out in a galaxy … and know
We’re there to stay … there is no elsewhere x2

Woke up this morning, (the stardial says it is)
And thought about my parents back on Earth
It’s sad to think that I’m as good as dead to them
I wonder about our sacrifice … and what it’s worth

Sailing out upon “Hope of Humanity”
To places only faith would make us dare … to go
Sailing out into the great expanse
To find and build a New Jerusalem … and know
We’re there to stay … there is no elsewhere

from Urban Tales, released February 28, 2022
Track released September 10, 2022
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars, synths, piano, drums, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Album Cover photo: Image from photofunia.com
Cover design: Michael Sellers & Loretta Sellers Fortuny

There Is No Elsewhere

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There Is No Elsewhere - 5 Stars/UK Songwriting Contest, 2022: Semi-finalist

This song is an admittedly amateur examination of second child syndrome and parent loss.

"But as a middle child she faces some of her own unique challenges. She feels upset about losing her role as the baby, and often feels left out and jealous because both her older and younger siblings command so much attention."
– Meri Wallace (columnist & author)

"The middle child could do the most amazing things, and nobody's ever going to notice cos the other two are just busy making so much noise."
– Richard Herring (stand-up comedian, podcaster)

“If you love your dad, it’s tough when he dies. If you don’t like your dad, it’s tough when he dies. Because you lose that guy. Whatever you didn’t get, you miss. And what you did get, you miss.”
– Jimmy Iovine (American entrepreneur & record executive)

Lyrics
My father died when I was young and wild
We were three, I was the second child
Never felt he loved me enough, that deepened the blow
Death left its mark, a somber undertow

Being second often means you feel second best
You don’t feel at home, more like a houseguest
They don’t buy you the bike, you have to run behind
It’s hard to overcome what this does to your mind
When you’re …

Second, in a race that you didn’t plan to run
Second, in a space where there’s only room for one
Second every year of your life in this town
Don’t wait to be first ‘til you’re down in the ground …and
Second! Second! Second! Second! Always …
Second! Second! Second! Second! Always second!

When mother remarried, I ran away from home
Searching for a place where I could make it on my own
Where my name meant nothing to the folks there at all
And no older brother that they would recall
But I still feel …

Second, in a race that I didn’t plan to run
Second, in a space where there’s only room for one
Second all my life in this or that town
Fated to be second ‘til I’m down in the ground …and
Second! Second! Second! Second Always …
Second! Second! Always a second thought!

If father had lived, would I have made it to first?
Become the golden girl of this small universe?

Doesn’t matter much now, ‘cos you’re a big, big star
If your father had lived, would you have got this far? This far?
This far? D’ya still think you’re …

Second, in a race that you didn’t plan to run?
Second, in a space where there’s only room for one?
Second every year of your life in this town?
I won’t wait to be first ‘til I’m down in the ground …and

Second! Second! Second! Second! No more …
Second!! Second! Second! Second! No more …
Second (second) Second (second) Second (second) Second (second) No more …
Second (second) Second (second) Second (second) Second!
Only first!!

from Urban Tales, track released November 5, 2022
Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Music: Michael Sellers & Sergio Aguilar
Lead Vocals: Michael Sellers & Ale Destiny 
Backing Vocals: Sergio Aguilar
Guitar & bass, musical arrangement, editing & production: Sergio Aguilar & Edgr Ibarra
Piano & organ: Romeo Rodriguez
Trumpet: Franklyn Brooks
Sax: Miguel Covarrubias
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Album Cover photo: Courtesy of the Fortuny Loret de Mola family
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Second!

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SECOND! (ft. Ale Destiny) 5 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2022

A bitter-sweet Christmas song, but then that can sometimes be the reality.
¡Feliz Navidad a todos! Merry Christmas everyone!

Lyrics:
It’s Christmas morning, what should I do?
Drag myself to church, hung over and blue?
Christmas Eve was grim
I picked a fight I couldn’t win … with you … with you

It’s Christmas morning, I stumble out
Seasonal bonhomie, follows me about
I’m beginning to cheer up
Their jokes are making me crack up … and shout … and shout

It’s Christmas time … It’s Christmas time
My love life’s on the line
But it’s Christmas time, yeah it’s Christmas time

It’s Christmas time … It’s Christmas time
My life’s a pantomime
But it’s Christmas time, yeah it’s Christmas time

The folks who used to walk right past me
Now stop and call me friend
The knives they stuck into my back
Stowed away till Yuletide’s end

Cos it’s Christmas Day … Yeah, on Christmas Day in the morning
Shopping frenzy all done, my money all gone, but hey!
It’s Christmas Day

It’s Christmas Day … It’s Christmas Day
Presents by the tree, one for you, none for me
Still it’s Christmas Day

It’s Christmas time … A Merry Christmas time
Gin & tonic, and water turned into wine
Yes it’s Christmas time

It’s the day after Christmas, hung over and blue
I made you mad, and now we’re through …

It's Christmas Time!

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#PowerPop #IndieRock

Last song in the Jukebox Cloister Song Cycle. Beach Boys meet U2 could be the vibe of this song!

"When your sanity’s assailed ...", what can you do?

The protagonists of the previous 4 songs have each in their own way sought to avoid the reality of the situation (in Take me to the Ocean, the singer seeks spiritual salvation, in All I Have, alcoholic oblivion) in order to cope with the problems of 2020.

But is going to the beach also just a short-lived panacea, not a realistic solution to the existential problems afflicting humanity in the wake of a world-wide pandemic and economic, political, and social upheaval?

Then again, if a break, however short, is all we can get, maybe our sanity depends on taking these opportunities!

My thanks to Erik Veira for inspiring the first line of the song, which helped me get the ball rolling.

Lyrics
Forget that bonfire in the rain
The soggy canapés, the flat champagne
Don’t be buffaloed, come and hit the road
Make your way to where fine things align

To Sunset & Wine

Forget the circus at sunrise
The manic ringmasters, their endless lies
When your sanity’s assailed
It’s time that you hightailed
Out of here to where good things combine

To Sunset & Wine
Sunset & Wine
Blood-red skyline
Down on Sunset & Wine

No, don’t be circumspect, time to reconnect
With the place that needs no redesign

On Sunset & Wine
Sunset & Wine
Blood-red skyline
Down on Sunset & Wine x3

Coda
Sunset & Wine, Sunset & Wine
Tranquility down by the shoreline
Sunset & Wine, Sunset & Wine
Cool breeze divine on through the nighttime

Sunset … Sunset … & Wine
Sunset & Wine

Jukebox Cloister Song Cycle

Sunset & Wine #1 (white wine version)

Sunset And Wine #1 (White Wine Version)

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#IndieFolk #FolkBallad

What gets you through these crazy, frightening times?

“Even now it comes as a shock if by chance I notice in the street a face resembling someone I know however slightly, and I am at once seized by a shivering violent enough to make me dizzy.”
 -- Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

"Wine hath drowned more men than the sea."
-- Thomas Fuller

lyrics
Can’t watch the news on Monday morning
Tuesday, Wednesday and the rest
What’s happening just scares me witless
While you just say you don’t care less

Call me paranoid if you choose to
I have to wonder ‘bout myself
But I have faith in every bottle
That I take down from the shelf

Easy for you to laugh the blues away
And whistle fey against prevailing winds
Behind the sofa seems the place for me
To cower from evil currents blowing in

Faith in the bottle 
Is all I have

Just can’t be near my friends and neighbors
It’s like they’ve become my enemy
And in the lives of many people
I’m one sad and wasted absentee

So easy for you to laugh the blues away
And whistle fey against prevailing winds
But I place faith in every bottle
To help me find some strength within

Faith in the bottle 
Is all I have … to pull me through

All I Have

All I Have 4 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2021

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When you are confined to your home, unable to see anyone, especially the one (or ones!) you love, things can get a little bit frustrating! A theme very much influenced by successive Covid-19 lockdowns during 2020. 

lyrics
Rainy day, hey but I’m dry
Shoes unused, gather dust where they lie
Stuck inside 40 days and nights
One step outside would set me to rights! But there’s a …

Chorus
Glass window between me and you
‘tween a walk together in the morning dew
or your company in a café bijou
Glass window between me and you

Bored with eating mince and mash
Could do with a spliff, where’d I hide my stash?
Stuck inside 40 days and nights
Nothing better to do but be high as a kite! But there’s a …

Chorus
Glass window between you and me
‘tween holding hands as we stroll by the sea
or kissing to the love songs of Katy Perry
Glass window between you and me
A glass window between you and me

Bridge
Glass window’s getting dirty
Just picking at my acne
Missed out on the last love boat
So watching reruns of “Murder She Wrote”!

Run out of beer, last can in the bin
Glass window in the way of sin
Stuck inside 40 days and nights
Will she, my love, still requite? But there’s a …

Chorus
Glass window between me and the world
I’m hugging a cushion, not my sweet girl
I want to count the stars as her hair uncurls
Glass window between me and the world
A glass window between me and the world
A glass window between me and my girl

Credits
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny
Track cover photo: Ishbel Alderman
Extra lyric advice & comment: Jan Alderman, Gerry Verdier

Glass Window

First song in the Covid-19 inspired Jukebox Cloister Song Cycle. A soul-inspired song with a cry for personal redemption in the face of personal loss and crisis amid mass societal quarantine.

lyrics
Locked down in a motel
Nothin’ much to do
Gone through all of Netflix
Yeah … YouTube too

Chorus
Take me to a canyon
Leave me on a hill
Let me plunge into the jungles
Of Thailand or Brazil

Take me to a river
Lead me to a lake
I’ll swim in gin-cold waters
Feel my spirit reawake

Talked to Mom the other night
She said Father passed away
Couldn’t make it to the funeral
No farewells to mark the day
Drinking 24 hours plus
TV, porn, junk food
Oh God! Here comes the misery
Of a howling, black-dog mood

Chorus
Take me to the mountain
Roll me down the slope
Stone me to oblivion
Or let me live in hope

Take me to the desert
Set me down and let me roam
Then take me over Jordan
So I’ll know I’m going home

Bridge
Her face shone like the sun
Her clothes were white as light
She moved about the ocean
From the dawn until midnight
You gotta, gotta, gotta …

Chorus
Take me to the ocean
Cast me in the sea
Strip me of my raiments
Let the waves roll over me

Take me to the ocean
Let me glimpse the Seven Seas
I will cleanse my tainted body
Be renewed upon the breeze

Take me to the ocean
Cast me in the sea
Leave me with my vision
Let the waves envelop me

Music & Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Photograph: Ana Paula Castro
Cover design; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Take me to the Ocean

Take Me To The Ocean (Semi-finalist, Crisis Song Category, in the 2021 UK Songwriting Contest)

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This song is a father to daughter dialog, remembering the past, and gently letting her go to her future. If there is any sentimentality, no apology is offered!

Thanks to Sergio whose arrangement gave this song its majesty and pathos!

lyrics
Dancing with a miracle, dancing with you

Often when you were a baby
I’d picture you when all grown-up
Would you be like me or your mother?
Either way, I didn’t mind very much
Just as long as you were tall and graceful
Just as long as you were kind and intelligent
Just as long as you looked like an angel
´Cause it seemed to me you were heaven-sent
heaven-sent … heaven-sent … heaven-sent

Chorus
September Girl (you were my) September Girl
September Girl (you truly were) a miracle
September Girl September Girl

Now you stand before me smiling
Tears of joy flowing from your eyes
You’re in love with a brown-eyed handsome man
Waiting to take you on a magic ride

Just as long as he treats you as an equal
Just as long as he gives you what you need
Just as long as he loves and protects you
Then I can leave you and go join the tumbleweed
tumbleweed … tumbleweed … tumbleweed

Chorus
September Girl (now you’re his) radiant sweetheart
September Girl (a new life) about to start
September Girl x3
September Girl

from The Hooligan's Dilemma, released October 9, 2020
Music:Michael Sellers & Sergio Aguilar
Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Cover designs; Ana Cecilia Castro Medina
Extra lyric advice & comment: Gerry Verdier

The Hooligan's Dilemma

September Girl

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#PopAngloLatino #weddingmusic
Pop Anglo-Latino! Latin beat, Latin American musicians, a little bit of Spanish, and a güero from England.

"... my fave bit is when it sounds as if the song is about to finish, but then comes back with Spanish and trumpets. That was when I realised what the song made me think of: the polished, eclectic stuff that Paul Simon did between Bridge Over Toubled Water and Graceland. Dancing with a Miracle could've been the B-side to Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard!"
Gerry Verdier; English Language teacher & music critic.

lyrics
Dance away, show your merry heart
It’s not something that comes à la carte
But it was with you right from the start
So, dance away the night

Measure for measure, shot for shot
He’s so lucky it’s you he’s got
You share a love that’ll never stop
So, dance away your night

Chorus
Dance, dance, dance away your night
Dance from the darkness into the light
Dance together, hold each other tight
And dance the night away

Bright illusions are never sage
But sometimes fortune favors the brave
I pray it follows you all the way to the grave
So, dance away your night

Chorus
Dance, dance, dance away your night
Dance from the darkness into the light
Dance together, hold each other tight
And dance the night away

Coda
Baila con el corazón … Baila con el corazón

Dancing, dancing with a miracle

Dancing, dancing with a miracle

Dancing, dancing with a miracle

Dancing, dancing with you

Dancing with a Miracle

Dancing With A Miracle

Misty Liar is on YouTube at: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e5v1bsXZOk&list=OLAK5uy_lC-6SslueG1-OFVI5MdH7hjpw5CBSIJac

"He who sacrifices his conscience to ambition burns a picture to obtain the ashes." Chinese Proverb

Lyrics
Misty Liar … Misty Liar
Prowling through the corridors of power
Misty Liar … Misty Liar
Moving ever upwards hour by hour
Oh Misty Liar
… sweet and sour

Misty Liar … Misty Liar
Happy lying back, but also on all fours
Misty Liar … Misty Liar
Long as it can open up those all-important doors
Oh Misty Liar
… conquistador

Chorus
Misty Liar … Misty Liar … Misty … Misty

Misty Liar … Misty Liar
Ready with a smile, but mostly with a fib
Misty Liar … Misty Liar
Pandering with praise both smooth and glib
Oh Misty Liar
… gotta cool adlib

Bridge
No one's ever going to win your love
And surely they’ve had enough
Of all the many cruel deceptions
The easy, trite confessions
But they’re stuck in the barbwire
Of the beguiling Misty Liar

Misty Liar … Misty Liar
Sniffing for a chance to be the tops
Misty Liar … Misty Liar
And in your wake a thousand or more teardrops
Oh Misty Liar
… a bitter lollypop

Chorus
Misty Liar … Misty Liar … Misty … Misty

from Stranger in your own land, released December 30, 2020
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Instrumentation: Sergio Aguilar (guitars, bass, & electronic keyboard); Rodrigo Uribe (drums)
Musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Cover photo & design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Misty Liar

Misty Liar 5 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2022

I go electronic with this power ballad about a ménage à trois gone wrong (written around 2001).

“Because that's what unfaithfulness is, isn't it? A cancer that's always there in the back of your mind, eating away at the foundations of the relationship.”
― Matt Dunn, The Ex-Boyfriend's Handbook

“Relationships break down not because of a partner’s fling and unfaithfulness, but rather because of the other partner’s overreaction and stubbornness.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

What is faithfulness, anyway? Can you be unfaithful to your own feelings and faithful to someone else? Is it faithful to lie in bed night after night with someone you love but no longer desire while ardently dreaming of someone else? 
― Mary Gaitskill

Lyrics
She’s standing at the corner
Waiting on a friend
He’s like some kind of bad news train
Exploding round the bend
And I just can’t endure it
I just can’t endure it
I just can’t endure it …. Anymore

She’s standing in a different room
To the one I brought her to
He’s like some kind of cuckoo in the nest
Taking all he can accrue 
And I just can’t endure it
I just can’t endure it
I just can’t endure it …. ANYMORE!

Dark clouds forming 
Rain setting in
You just can’t imagine
The state I’m in
Thunder is rolling 
Lightning strikes through
Don’t hold me responsible
For what I might do

And I just can’t endure it
I just can’t endure it
I just can’t endure it …. ANYMORE!

I’m standing at the corner
Waiting on a friend …

Standing on a Corner

Standing On A Corner

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“Some families are so sick, so twisted, the only way out is for someone to die.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh; "Eileen"

"Everyone who is arrogant in heart is an abomination to the Lord; be assured, he will not go unpunished."
― Proverbs 16:5; The Holy Bible, English Standard Version

Lyrics
Papa’s got a dark side, just like the moon
Reminds me of an old guitar that’s way, way out of tune
Yeah, Papa’s got a dark side, it can empty out a room
It’s darker than my black thoughts, darker than a tomb

Papa’s got a dark side and he can turn on you
Things can get real ugly, leave your ego black and blue
When Papa’s lost in his dark side, he’s down with Lucifer’s crew
And God and the guardian angels go hide out in Timbuktu

Papa’s got a dark side, Papa’s got a dark side
Remember your blood-red backside?
It was thanks to Papa’s dark side

Papa’s got a dark side, Papa’s got a dark side
Remember when you were last hogtied?
It was thanks to Papa’s dark side … all down to Papa’s …
Dark Side … walking on the dark side

Little Joe lit out for Afghanistan, he said Papa didn’t make him feel safe
He realized, pretty damn quick, Kabul was a Hell of a place
But when the troops returned, of Little Joe there wasn’t a trace!

He was on the …
Dark Side … walking on the dark side

True, Papa’s got a sweet side, like honey from a bee
It can cover you from head to toe in a sticky consistency
Yeah, Papa’s got a sweet side, makes you happy, keen and free
‘Till his dark side rears its fearsome head, wipes out all empathy!

Papa’s got a dark side, Papa’s got a dark side
Do you still dream of patricide?
Well, it’s all thanks to Papa’s dark side … all down to Papa’s …

Dark Side … walking on the dark side

Epilogue
Papa had a dark side, just like the moon
But now we strum our own guitars, sing a different tune …

from Stranger in your own land, released December 30, 2020
Music and lyrics, vocals & acoustic guitar: Michael Sellers
Acoustic & electric guitars, bass guitar, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Juan Herrera
Harmonica: Edgar Ibarra
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny
Track cover photo: Image by Republica from Pixabay

Walking on the Darkside

Walking On The Dark Side 5 Stars/Commended rating in the UK Songwriting Contest, 2021

Being a singer-songwriter is not something one chooses to do. It’s something you just do and sometimes people stop and notice. 

Michael Sellers is a guitar playing singer-songwriter from England, now living and recording songs in Merida, Mexico. 

Landing page: https://linktr.ee/michaelfirthsellers

"If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity."
- William Blake

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