Старатели (Gold Diggers)

1.Утро только затеяло новый рассвет,
   Ну а нас в лапах сна уже нет,
   Заломив папироску, привычно идём 
   В направлении обычном своём.

   Где-то там далеко спят ещё города,
   Солнце позже приходит туда.
   Где-то, Где-то, Где-то 
   Там страна, там большая земля,
   Ну а здесь хаты из горбыля.
	
2.За спиной инвентарь свой нехитрый несём,
   Чтобы мыть золотишко в реке.
   Мужиков бородатых скупой разговор,
   То и дело, о весовщике.

   В прошлый раз он Прокопию не засчитал
   Целых пять потом политых грамм,
   Что пришлось не по нраву не только ему,
   Но и нам, его близким друзьям.

ПРИПЕВ                
   А ведь мы не подарок, народ мы лихой,
   Закалённый, как сталь, Колымой!
   День придёт - мы своё по любому вернём,
   И наступит рассвет золотой!
 
3.Нас тайга неохотно встречает порой,             
   Шлёт на нас комаров и клещей. 
   Ну а леший густой свой туман колдовской
   Над болотами стелет злодей.

   Наш характер суров, знает даже медведь -  
   Ему лучше с тропинки сойти,
   Если видит старателей тех, что идут
   Золотишко искать у реки.

ПРИПЕВ                
   Так как мы не подарок, народ мы лихой,
   Закалённый, как сталь, Колымой!
   День придёт - мы своё непременно возьмём,
   Нам воздастся за труд наш с лихвой!
     И наступит рассвет золотой.
        Мы увидим рассвет золотой.

Украинский Ковбой

Старатели

Старатели - Gold Diggers

"Suo Gân" (or Huna Blentyn) is a traditional Welsh lullaby by an anonymous composer.
It was first recorded in print around 1800 and the lyrics were captured by the Welsh folklorist Robert Bryan (1858–1920).

The Song was featured in Steven Spielberg's 1987 film "Empire of the Sun", and I used to sing it to my kids :).

Piano by my daughter Awen.

We hope you'll enjoy.


Lyrics:

Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.

Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?

Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes.
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.

English

Sleep my darling, on my bosom,
Harm will never come to you;
Mother's arms enfold you safely,
Mother's heart is ever true.
As you sleep there's naught to scare you,
Naught to wake you from your rest;
Close those eyelids, little angel,
Sleep upon your mother's breast.

Sleep, my darling, night is falling
Rest in slumber sound and deep;
I would know why you are smiling,
Smiling sweetly as you sleep?
Do you see the angels smiling
As they see your rosy rest,
So that you must smile an answer
As you slumber on my breast?

Don't be frightened, it's a leaflet
Tapping, tapping on the door;
Don't be frightened, 'twas a wavelet
Sighing, sighing on the shore.
Slumber, slumber, naught can hurt you,
Nothing bring you harm or fright;
Slumber, darling, smiling sweetly
At those angels robed in white.



Suo Gân (Sleep My Child - Welsh Lullaby - Awen and Rob)

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin - All instruments and vocals.
Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

Tuning: Double Drop B
Instruments: Acoustic guitar, Slide Guitar, Bass, Shaker, Tambourine, Earbud can, Harmonica, Triple Maracas, Cowbell.

Lyrics:
I am the man they call Sue Monday
I used to ride in Tennessee
They finally caught me on a Sunday
Now they gonna crucify me

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

Caught me some red legs down in Georgia
Where they been burnin’ down the mills
They had our sisters in their saddles
And I got me four and twenty kills

Yeah they were dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right

She must be wonderin’ where I am now
She must be lookin’ for me
But I’m locked up in Louisville, Kentucky
And they are never gonna set me free free free

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right





Historical References:
https://www.counterpunch.org/2020/12/25/i-am-the-man-they-call-sue-mundy-civil-war-kentuckys-female-confederate-guerrilla/

https://www.womenhistoryblog.com/2014/05/exile-of-the-roswell-mill-women.html

Note: The phrase "dancin' on nothin'" is an archaic or idiomatic expression that means to be hanged or executed by hanging.

Red Legs - https://civilwaronthewesternborder.org/encyclopedia/red-legs

Youtube Podcast by Ron Coddington from Military Images Magazine:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrMToQTdAAw



Dancin' on Nothin'

Give me just one night,

Let's dance until the morning wakes up.

Your eyes carry the light,

That the darkness breaks.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Your closeness sounds like a sound,

Like a whisper deep in the horizon.

Everything is silent, but I only hear you,

My soul sings for you.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

And when the morning comes,

You stay in every word.

Love and pain united,

You paint my heart so much.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Schenke mir nur eine Nacht.m4a

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Everyone will eventually decay...
I put those feelings into it!!🌳🍃🌳

thank you for listening！！

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And decay...

A Huge Thank You to my dear collaborator Frans Beelaard https://soundcloud.com/user-936947521 . I had send him this song in my version and it came back like this… :)
He played a bass line, 2 guitars, one lead and one rhythm. Also included is an acoustic drum track with 22" Zildjian ride & crash cymbals & tambourine and an acoustic piano track.
On top of that he also mixed and mastered the whole thing.
A great honor and pleasure for me.

The lines (edited, translated, modified, revised, retranslated, reedited…) originally derived from verse shards by two German poets: 
Stefan George (1868-1933), „Albagal“, 1892 and 
Durs Grünbein (born 1962), “Porzellan: Poem vom Untergang meiner Stadt“, 2006 and „Bericht von der Ermordung des Heliogabal durch seine Leibgarde“, 1999
I glued these verse shards together with a refrain.

During my research on porcelain I came along Kin Tsugi, a Japanese form of art, putting broken porcelain back together again. The picture shows such a piece.

Smashed Porcelain

1
Descend once more into the air-raid shelter. 
Observe:
Your ancestors, crowded together, in their final attire,

Comrades, hostages to mass hysteria,
How they curse, sob, 
Just moments ago uninhibited,
When the Führer arrived in the Mercedes of the Messiah.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Man…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

2
Oh, I’m descending a marble staircase.
A headless body lies in the middle. Once again.
There, the blood of my dear brother seeps out.
I gently gather up my purple train.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

3
Oh, oh, ohh…
Only 
Caesar didn't care ´bout anything. 
As he watched with glee 
When Rome sank to ruins 
Like a tourist from overseas…

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Well…
How long ago was that, you ask ?


4
Why complain, latecomer ? 
The city long gone before you were there 
Ahh, those teary eyes - 
They’re different from grey hair-air-air…

How long ago was that, you ask ? 
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?
Oh folks, I can't say.						

The only Word
For „Gone Forever“
Is „Today“.

Smashed Porcelain (wt Frans Beelaard)

Like U

I've flown in the air
I've sometimes even sailed the seas 
I've taken the railways
but I like to keep both feet on the ground

I've braved winters
and walked in the scorching heat
but that was yesterday
Today, what I prefer

is my home
the one I love
grabbing my guitar
and write songs
it's my home
doing what I love
and enjoying life
before it's too late
No, it's not too late

on the other side of the world
I've still had times when I've enjoyed myself
but there's nothing to do
Today, what I prefer

is my home
the one I love
grabbing my guitar
and write songs
it's my home

Jamais trop tard (Translated)

Bark at The Moon LIVE cover

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FIT IT AS A FEAT in a SONG... LYRICS are Here Below to Help You Choice Words & Phrases.
DOWNLOAD are FREE &it's in Wave, if You Want MP3, ask me. 
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LYRICS
No turning back 
Lets' go ahead
Moving Forward for Brighter Future
Lets' go ahead
Moving Forward for Brighter Future

Many things got to change
Life needs a better balance
to avoid decadence 
World needs a second chance

No turning back 
Lets' go ahead
Moving Forward for Brighter Future


No want no more sorrows
want a better tomorrow
No want no more pain
want a better to day

No turning back 
Lets' go ahead
Moving Forward for Brighter Future

Forward for Brighter Future
Lets' go ahead

Many things got to change
Life needs a better balance
to avoid decadence 
World needs a second chance
needs a second chance

No want no more sorrows
want a better tomorrow
No want no more pain
want a better to day

No turning back 
Lets' go ahead
Moving Forward for Brighter Future

No turning back 
Lets' go ahead
Moving Forward for Brighter Future

LET S GO AHEAD Vocals for Collabs

Side Hustle Prophets is an original music and art project. Founded by Long Island, NY native Billy L Schaefer as a means of escape from things self destructive. Original music and art created independently or via collaboration with musicians and artist throughout the world. 

Performing artist and contributors:

Billy L Schaefer (NY) - Songwriter, composer, producer, vocals, guitar, bass, artwork
 
Sergio Aguilar (Merida, Mex) - producer, guitar, bass, Owner- Studio 423 Merida, Mex

Tatsuya Awaya (Yamaguchi, Japan) - guitars, bass, drums, producer, composer 

Christoph Schlüter (Germany) - guitars, bass, composer, producer, mixer. @chris_schlue

Christoph Karlheim (Germany) - Drums @mightymartens

Justin Scheidling (NY) - drums, percussion

David Phelps (NY) - Guitar

Tod Isler (NY) - Drums

Frank Guerrero (Mex) - Drums

Rodrigo Uribe (Mex) - Drums

Josh Clary (Pittsburgh) - Bass

Do what makes YOU happy without hurting yourself or others…