Set The Eden Camera on the phone
rose glass and shooting stars
show to the world the things we’ve grown
among the weeds and paving stones
flourishing in five bars
But in the garden now the Golden glow is low
the evening air is so soft around my skin
I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair
and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin
mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees
and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
We’re in a media society
rose glass and shooting stars
scripts and choreography
this is your geography
false gods and avatars
But in the garden now the golden glow is low
the evening air is so soft around my skin
I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair
and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin
mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees
and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
Its like mirror-polished cyberspace
rose glass and shooting stars
filter out the naked face
not a pixel out of place
airbrush the battle scars
But in the garden now the golden glow is low
the evening air is so soft around my skin
I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair
and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin
mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees
and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
This one was started a couple of years ago – but it needed a substantial bit of rewriting to make it actually singable. It ended up about an elemental nature spirit looking after its minions. However the original inspiration was getting up in…
I have posted far too many wafty and generally pleasant songs. Time for something a bit more dark and malevolent - back to the dark side......
Lyrics:
I’m gonna wait until you are happy again And be waiting for you
I’m gonna wait until…
I have posted far too many wafty and generally pleasant songs. Time for something a bit more dark and malevolent - back to the dark side......
Lyrics:
I’m gonna wait until you are happy again And be waiting for you
I’m gonna wait until…
Ashes and dragon's breath - bright things in the sky, childhood games, battlegrounds, cemeteries.
Lyrics:
Long long days, summer holidays, staying up late
green wood on the bonfire, we danced around the flames
street lights and stars…
Written for a song challenge. We were given the theme of a name found on an item, carved on a tree, on a street sign - whatever. Then off we raced all in our different directions, just to see where different songwriters would end up. I chose to…
When I was young we lived opposite a big play area - lots of grass and trees and bushes to rampage around - and in the middle a tarmac playground with the "amusements" - a witches hat (aka umbrella), a long rocking horse with saddles along its…
Ashes and dragon's breath - bright things in the sky, childhood games, battlegrounds, cemeteries.
Lyrics:
Long long days, summer holidays, staying up late
green wood on the bonfire, we danced around the flames
street lights and stars…
Ashes and dragon's breath - bright things in the sky, childhood games, battlegrounds, cemeteries.
Lyrics:
Long long days, summer holidays, staying up late
green wood on the bonfire, we danced around the flames
street lights and stars…
Summer In The Wind was written by me and recorded by the Ninja Broilers (myself and my sister). It is dedicated to our mum. A song of sad goodbyes and new beginnings.
This is one of our first "international collaborations" - so the production…
Written for a song challenge. We were given the theme of a name found on an item, carved on a tree, on a street sign - whatever. Then off we raced all in our different directions, just to see where different songwriters would end up. I chose to…
Written for a song challenge. We were given the theme of a name found on an item, carved on a tree, on a street sign - whatever. Then off we raced all in our different directions, just to see where different songwriters would end up. I chose to…
Summer In The Wind was written by me and recorded by the Ninja Broilers (myself and my sister). It is dedicated to our mum. A song of sad goodbyes and new beginnings.
This is one of our first "international collaborations" - so the production…
When I was young we lived opposite a big play area - lots of grass and trees and bushes to rampage around - and in the middle a tarmac playground with the "amusements" - a witches hat (aka umbrella), a long rocking horse with saddles along its…
A second hearing was well worth it. Caught the words much better which painted far off days so well. Great delivery again....think you have a completely distinctive sound coupled with some great songs. More. more please and BTW love the negativey image of Chalk and Charcoal!
Summer In The Wind was written by me and recorded by the Ninja Broilers (myself and my sister). It is dedicated to our mum. A song of sad goodbyes and new beginnings.
This is one of our first "international collaborations" - so the production…
When I was young we lived opposite a big play area - lots of grass and trees and bushes to rampage around - and in the middle a tarmac playground with the "amusements" - a witches hat (aka umbrella), a long rocking horse with saddles along its…
Ashes and dragon's breath - bright things in the sky, childhood games, battlegrounds, cemeteries.
Lyrics:
Long long days, summer holidays, staying up late
green wood on the bonfire, we danced around the flames
street lights and stars…
When I was young we lived opposite a big play area - lots of grass and trees and bushes to rampage around - and in the middle a tarmac playground with the "amusements" - a witches hat (aka umbrella), a long rocking horse with saddles along its…
When I was young we lived opposite a big play area - lots of grass and trees and bushes to rampage around - and in the middle a tarmac playground with the "amusements" - a witches hat (aka umbrella), a long rocking horse with saddles along its…
Ashes and dragon's breath - bright things in the sky, childhood games, battlegrounds, cemeteries.
Lyrics:
Long long days, summer holidays, staying up late
green wood on the bonfire, we danced around the flames
street lights and stars…
A cold wet night, a couple of hours to get to the airport to catch a flight, cars swishing past, and waiting for that airport shuttle...thinking back....
Set The Eden Camera on the phone
rose glass and shooting stars
show to the world the things we’ve grown
among the weeds and paving stones
flourishing in five bars
But in the garden now the Golden glow is low
the evening air is so soft around my skin
I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair
and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin
mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees
and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
We’re in a media society
rose glass and shooting stars
scripts and choreography
this is your geography
false gods and avatars
But in the garden now the golden glow is low
the evening air is so soft around my skin
I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair
and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin
mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees
and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
Its like mirror-polished cyberspace
rose glass and shooting stars
filter out the naked face
not a pixel out of place
airbrush the battle scars
But in the garden now the golden glow is low
the evening air is so soft around my skin
I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair
and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin
mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees
and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
I have posted far too many wafty and generally pleasant songs. Time for something a bit more dark and malevolent - back to the dark side......
Lyrics:
I’m gonna wait until you are happy again And be waiting for you
I’m gonna wait until…
(Remastered 22/10/2021)
And here's another song from 1994, with a sparkling new "Andrew Russe Band" arrangement fresh from the broom-cupboard.
Like most of my songs, it was written with an acoustic guitar, a pen, and an A4 pad. The ones…
(Remastered 22/10/2021)
So I got me a new geetar the other week.
Named her Lala, obviously. Seemed kind of appropriate - she wears a faded gold dress and is full of chunes and mischiefs.
This is our first effort together. It was meant…
Saw this young person getting off a train in St Pancras Station, London. She looked a bit lost as if she had escaped from somewhere and was looking for a new start. Then I wondered, if so, what might be.....
THE COUCH - key - C
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1-C 4-F
Today we put the couch out by the road
5-G…
Ah! The history in discarded things. I see the similarity with my "his name in a book". I hope the couch found a new home (and the mouse..). Nice to have the words to read too, I hadn't thought of doing that.
When I was young we lived opposite a big play area - lots of grass and trees and bushes to rampage around - and in the middle a tarmac playground with the "amusements" - a witches hat (aka umbrella), a long rocking horse with saddles along its…
Childhood memories - the amusement park across the road from our house. How we would run down the park, the adventures and dreams, the belief that is was the way it would always be.
Comments on Kris King's stuff
Set The Eden Camera on the phone rose glass and shooting stars show to the world the things we’ve grown among the weeds and paving stones flourishing in five bars But in the garden now the Golden glow is low the evening air is so soft around my skin I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries We’re in a media society rose glass and shooting stars scripts and choreography this is your geography false gods and avatars But in the garden now the golden glow is low the evening air is so soft around my skin I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries Its like mirror-polished cyberspace rose glass and shooting stars filter out the naked face not a pixel out of place airbrush the battle scars But in the garden now the golden glow is low the evening air is so soft around my skin I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
tasting stars is such great imagery, with catching the silver moonlight in a bowl being so beautiful!! this is a wonderful song --- whoa ---
Lyrics added ... :-)
Could you please add the lyrics. I'm a bit hard of hearing and I'm missing some words.
A very affecting voice!
This song makes me want to share a song of mine with you:https://alonetone.com/jamesmichaeltaylor/playlists/cushions/the-couch-022815-1
You are the female Pete Seeger. Talking is singing and singing is talking.
You are my new favorite singer/songwriter. I want to know everything about you.
Another gem. A picture book...
Another beautiful piece. I want to listen to everything you have written.
...and, yes, we do know!
Beautiful. Perfect voice. Love the chord change at "at the time." "Indigo night," brings a tear. Thank you.
Wonderful heart felt song ...
A second hearing was well worth it. Caught the words much better which painted far off days so well. Great delivery again....think you have a completely distinctive sound coupled with some great songs. More. more please and BTW love the negativey image of Chalk and Charcoal!
Terrific song. Very distinctively Kris King!! Deserves to be heard by a lot of people doesn't it.
That takes me back ... great song ....
Lovely ..... I love my childhood memories ...... couldn't live them today sadly.
This is beyond my scope of reasoning, a marvelous tune without doubt
I agree, great vocal control. Almost a yodel type voice at times. Nice how you can let your voice break and have it sound right. Good job.
Nice. I like the confidence in the vocals :)
Comments made by Kris King
Lovely gentle pretty song! Great production
Set The Eden Camera on the phone rose glass and shooting stars show to the world the things we’ve grown among the weeds and paving stones flourishing in five bars But in the garden now the Golden glow is low the evening air is so soft around my skin I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries We’re in a media society rose glass and shooting stars scripts and choreography this is your geography false gods and avatars But in the garden now the golden glow is low the evening air is so soft around my skin I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries Its like mirror-polished cyberspace rose glass and shooting stars filter out the naked face not a pixel out of place airbrush the battle scars But in the garden now the golden glow is low the evening air is so soft around my skin I drape my sweet imperfect self across a canvas chair and swing the rocks around a crystal pool of gin mark well my words the woods have wild birds among the trees and the sky it is a feast of blue cheese and strawberries
Lyrics added ... :-)
:-)
This is sooo good! Made me smile
Genius lyrics !
Love this !
A sad but lovely song
I enjoyed that - contemplative and evokes the scene. Wonder where she was off to.
Ah! The history in discarded things. I see the similarity with my "his name in a book". I hope the couch found a new home (and the mouse..). Nice to have the words to read too, I hadn't thought of doing that.
:-) enjoying your tracks
Enjoying this !! Hitting the "follow button".
Childhood memories - the amusement park across the road from our house. How we would run down the park, the adventures and dreams, the belief that is was the way it would always be.