I went explore down a quiet lane leading out of town, and found a field of nettles and old bottles. In the middle, a flowering apple tree. Who will appreciate it, who will eat it's fruit come autumn?

Absolute power corrupts absolutely.... Lyrics: One cloudless night, freedom's candle was snuffed Kicked and punched, gagged and cuffed They took him away, for what he's not Then cracked his skull, as a gesture for his…

When nostalgia and regret collide, we get "Bright Lights Shine"..... Lyrics: Drove six hours, landed in Pittsburgh Cold and tired, by the Alleghany…

Love song about strife in relationships....the song needs more work; gotta redo the vocals....nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. Here are the lyrics: Beyond the horizon, The sun burns bright…

Psychological consequences of war.....written and performed by Nick Plagakis.....Lyrics: Sixty seven shots ringing Across the desert, heads are spinning Bang, Bang Bang; is all I hear Bang, Bang, Bang;…

This song was inspired by a long walk.... Lyrics: Down by the river, down by the shore we go The moon above cast a beautiful glow We walked around talking through the night I can’t help but think how it felt right Hey Constance, don’t you feel…

This song was inspired by a long walk.... Lyrics: Down by the river, down by the shore we go The moon above cast a beautiful glow We walked around talking through the night I can’t help but think how it felt right Hey Constance, don’t you feel…

We got together to ruin "No Time" by The Guess Who I doubt I have to say who did what... :-) But I will Stunning vocals by Reg Awesome Percussion by Norm and his son I an responsible for acoustic guitar and 5 string bass

I thought it would be fitting to post this today, on Memorial Day, as a tribute to my friend William Easley, as well as all who have fought and died in wars, American or otherwise. Sometime back in the 60's William (Billy from here on) heard…

There's not a drop of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the puddles of this war. But the blood that's spilled's become a flood of the hungry and the poor. There is not a trace of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the bags that hang beside the beds of legless soldiers…