In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
This might be one of my favorite songs of yours Greg.....lots of atmosphere and great guitar playing ..very tasteful....sorry to hear about your cousin though...way to young!
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
In memory of my cousin Mike, nicknamed Shovel Head, because of the Harley Davidson Shovel Head motorcycle he drove.
Lyrics
I can feel the wind blow
Lean into that winding road
Setting Sun against my skin
Shift into that high gear
Get…
I'd been following the Euro horsemeat scandal since it broke in the UK some time ago. But the songwriter in me didn't react until Ikea found pony in their Swedish meatballs the other day.
Alonetoners - you're hearing it first!
** THE PONY…
Simple this one & new !!! Reuben Paul Harris born on this date to my Son & his good Wife. The blood line lives on for another generation !!!!
That's my Boy !!!
Love it, Love it.
Light & Bouncy. The ending is particularly touching. It sounded like the third generation weighing in.
Overall fantastic presentation.
Honest Man
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I went down to the riverside
Way on down where the water's deep and wide
I stripped right down to my naked skin
I jumped in the river and hoped I'd learn to swim
Cause I knew the river would take me
or I'd learn
And whether I live…
January Town
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With the snow coming down
in this January town
how could I not think of you
Oh the words that you said
still echo in my head:
When one dies one is born anew
In the parking lot of the graveyard
a stranger walked up to me
he said…
Second song by Martin Fox
Was on a Pete Townshend kick lately. this one came to me as i was listening to the random recordings on my phone. still not happy with the vocal mix. we spent a lot of time tweaking too.
My attempt at writing a bluegrass tune and an opportunity to try my hand at some flat pickin'
... loosely based on a friends experiences growing up in a small town in the prairies ... where everything is flat ... you know, a place where you can…
dedicated to our "cold hearted orb that rules the night",, bassoon and french horn exchange glances with one another, cross a web of strings with a little timpani,in for the flavor,,, i have been trying to figure a bassoon into my work, so here…
a small quiet piece for a Sunday evening,, all four string sections are present here,, violin, viola,cello and contrabass,,it's kind of fun to try to mix, and pass the various themes around,,
Country/Folk with just my acoustic guitar and my voice. An ode to my home state, North Dakota. This is a rough draft. Any helpful criticism is welcome.
My Brother lives in Bismarck. I think they'll bury him there too. It's his garden of eden for hunting and fishing.
You did a great job capturing the sentiment.
I'd been following the Euro horsemeat scandal since it broke in the UK some time ago. But the songwriter in me didn't react until Ikea found pony in their Swedish meatballs the other day.
Alonetoners - you're hearing it first!
** THE PONY…
I laughing out loud.
I wish I could fave this more than once. If this song had antlers, I would suggest you mount it on the wall. It's a REAL trophy!
Please excuse me while I "PRESS PLAY" again.
Arrangement by Jana Persson (Strummindude)
Accompanying vocals by Andrea Szirbik
CIVIL WAR
Holding down the borders
What's mine is yours
Folding down the corners
Of pages meaning more
Walking on the wire
Never thought to look for…
Nice job on this one Keith. Great harmony by Andrea.
I found this a couple weeks ago on RPM and left you a comment there as well.
You are good inspiration
A noodle that turned into a doodle which turned into a song....thats what you get when you watch David Attenborough's Africa on TV................
No Rain (Lyrics)
The earth was scorched as dry as stone
nothing anywhere wanted to grow
the Devil…
A lil rocker influenced by some of my faves, Springsteen, Petty etc.. well i left my home and family
and made my way out west
i lost my job at the steel mill
im a hoping for the best
in this life
for my kids and wife
just outside of Davenport…
Comments on Greg Connor's stuff
great tune
Ha ha ha ha, have I ever said how wonderful you are?
Love yer lyrics. Doin the best you can? Yeah right!
This a beautiful track that Waltz time is so refreashing . Faved
Very nice. Enjoyed this one Greg. :)
This is a great song with a catchy melody.
groovy
Nice groove. Any rider can dig it from the first groan of that scooter.
Nice way to honer your cuz Greg. I think I will learn that one , if you don't mind. Good song great guitar. Ted
So sorry on you're loss Greg, but man, what a beautiful send off
I echo every thing that has been said so far. This is a beautifully-crafted tribute.
This might be one of my favorite songs of yours Greg.....lots of atmosphere and great guitar playing ..very tasteful....sorry to hear about your cousin though...way to young!
Ride on Mike, The wind is in our Faces, the road is my Way, Ill love it and Live the Hyway! Hell Man thats My way! Slidey sweet and Hard Way!
Yeah it's fast. No,you can't ride it.
OUT THERE IN THE WIND, You caught a edge of riding freedom. 48 is early to leave. still chasing the horizon somewhere. Ride on, brother Michael
Catchy tune
Cool tune.
Nice lyrics. Just the other day, a co-worker was telling me how annoying he thought banjos were. :)
Thank you for your comments! This is a nice tune :)
Sweet banjo , guitar , Irish Whistle. Masterful arrangement
Comments made by Greg Connor
I had to saddle up for another listen this morning. Well done!
A good depiction of the self employed musician.
Let's Celebrate! Congratulations Roger!
Love it, Love it. Light & Bouncy. The ending is particularly touching. It sounded like the third generation weighing in. Overall fantastic presentation.
I love it!
Great lyrics, and nice song writing!
I like how this bounces along.
Oh Yeah! I'm hungry for more now.
Me and My Kin like your song Big Much. Oops, I pushed the "play" button again. First Rate Stan !!!!
I love it, and I can definitely relate to it. This is getting to be a long winter. It's nice to hear a mandolin around here.
You are really creating yourself an RPM Challenge masterpiece. It's another beautiful contribution.
I thought I heard a little Aaron Copland in there. It's beautiful
My Brother lives in Bismarck. I think they'll bury him there too. It's his garden of eden for hunting and fishing. You did a great job capturing the sentiment.
I laughing out loud. I wish I could fave this more than once. If this song had antlers, I would suggest you mount it on the wall. It's a REAL trophy! Please excuse me while I "PRESS PLAY" again.
Nice chop in this one. I was looking over my shoulder for Bob Marley.
Good one. I like the acoustic guitar.
Nice job on this one Keith. Great harmony by Andrea. I found this a couple weeks ago on RPM and left you a comment there as well. You are good inspiration
Unique and Fresh Sound. Well done!
Oh Yes, This hit the spot!
Wow . . . My feet are tapping. You hit the bullseye James! Nice, Nice, Nice, Song