Country heart

acoustic kinda sound but definitely Country music, with an ambiguous vibe in many ways.

"I FALL T0 PIECES" 2024 (my late Mum's stage song 🥰) Country Cover sung by tom mcguinness

W-Caiman Rock

"Looking back it's now so clear
How the road beneath my restless feet
Had a reason it brought me here
Often obscure and bittersweet"

Master Journey

JOURNEY

I’m calling out today
There’s not much to say
If I’m honest, there’s just someplace else I’d rather be

Always doing what I ought to do
And now I laugh at all I thought I knew
Cuz if I’ve learned anything at all it’s that this life is fleeting.

There’s not much I’m sure of in this life
But one thing is for sure.
When I’m 84
I’ll never wish I’d worked more.

Took some time off a bit ago
I gave it up to watch the kids grow
I’m satisfied ‘cause somebody wise told me they're only young once.

So, throw the money out the door.
Fuck it I can always make more.
You can take it all away cuz the money can’t replace these summer months.

There’s not much I’m sure of in this life
But when I reach my end,
Reminiscing about back when
I know I won’t regret a second spent with them

There’s not much I’m sure of in this life,
But this one is a fact
The ones you love and the days you have
There’s some things in life you just don’t get back

Not Much I'm Sure Of

Wake Me Up in April!

Cri du coeur d'habitants du nord de la France ...automne-hiver 24-25
Cry from the heart from the people of the north of France...autumn-winter 24-25

TRANSLATION (attempt)
Wake Me Up in April

Outside, it's too dirty, too grim
Sidewalks, men’s suits, fog and clouds
layers of gray all around
I'd rather stay hidden in here

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I feel better under the quilt
Than on the pavement, the asphalt
I can smell scents of feathers
Forget the wind and the snowflakes

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I’m just a little junk turtle 
When the sun tickles gently
The soft cotton of my sheets
I will slip out of my shell

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Now I’ve smoothed all my bumps
And regained my strength
I shake out all my lace
I hear the bells ringing!

Réveillez-moi en avril (with translation)

Improvisation on piano and guitar in a beautiful church

rocky track - impro with Sarah

Teruntuk Mia

Lyrics:

Condescending never ending writings on the wall
There's a place in time where you will find 
Retribution for your crimes

It's not the end of time, it's the end of life as you knew it 
so ask yourself how are you supposed to get through it, get through it 

Guitar Solo 

How many times have you lost your mind believed those lies just to get left behind,
you were told on the day you die no Second Chance can't say goodbye 

Was it the church that made you this way did they kick you out when you tried to pray

 Heaven never wanted you 
and the devil never heard of you 

You were given a shovel so dig your hole You made a deal with the Devil he gets your soul

 ohh ohh you're fading away, 
fading away, you're fading away, 
keep fading away, fading away,
 fading away, fading away

Last Rites (Lyrics and Vocals by Jess Johnson Music by Ryini)

Sillage 
(SEE-yahz)
(n.) The lingering sense of someone's presence, like a perfume left in a room, evoking memory and absence.

Sillage

"Just one person, Just one heart, that's how the change can start. 
Sharing a smile, or a kind word, passing on some good news that 
you may have overheard"

YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE

Songs of Purpose, Promise and Celebration

YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE

Tangerine Sky Project