It’s like floating down a river
When you’re not quite in control
That river’s going to take you
Only where it wants to go
So you reach out with conviction
At debris along the way
That river’s going to take you
If you give up and say…
It’s like floating down a river
When you’re not quite in control
That river’s going to take you
Only where it wants to go
So you reach out with conviction
At debris along the way
That river’s going to take you
If you give up and say…
Cool sounds and fabulous lyrics. Over the last few days I've been sharing this very message in various forms in various places... That's probably why I like it so much... And I've come across others saying the same thing... It might not be filtering through to the media (at least not the stuff I'm seeing/hearing)... but then it's not very news-worthy! ... But if there's a bunch of us ordinary people thinking and saying this and similar... then I'm feeling quite encouraged :)
My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit.
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Fresh air through…
My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit.
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Fresh air through…
My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit.
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Fresh air through…
My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit.
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Fresh air through…
My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit.
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Fresh air through…
My wife Rita mentioned that she had not heard my dulcimer on any music recently, so I tuned it up and wrote First Morning Light. A little Low D Irish Whistle flavored it just a bit.
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Fresh air through…
This song is a work in progress. I attended an online songwriting workshop hosted by Chad Shank (Minnesota Songwriters Association) who was talking about songs with varying length lines to create more of a conversational atmosphere and the use…
This song is a work in progress. I attended an online songwriting workshop hosted by Chad Shank (Minnesota Songwriters Association) who was talking about songs with varying length lines to create more of a conversational atmosphere and the use…
I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun
With a member of my aging family
I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun
And a lake so big it looked just like the sea
The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…
This song is a work in progress. I attended an online songwriting workshop hosted by Chad Shank (Minnesota Songwriters Association) who was talking about songs with varying length lines to create more of a conversational atmosphere and the use…
I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun
With a member of my aging family
I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun
And a lake so big it looked just like the sea
The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…
I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun
With a member of my aging family
I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun
And a lake so big it looked just like the sea
The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…
Oh yeah. What a song. Paints all sorts of images/stories in my head. But yeah, I end up yearning for the Paradise I recall myself... Faved, accidentally unfaved, and FAVED again! (Got a bit clicky there lol)
I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun
With a member of my aging family
I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun
And a lake so big it looked just like the sea
The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…
I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun
With a member of my aging family
I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun
And a lake so big it looked just like the sea
The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…
I left my home in paradise when warning signs begun
With a member of my aging family
I left behind the trees so tall they almost blocked the Sun
And a lake so big it looked just like the sea
The wind blows cold through paradise in winter…
I had myself a dream last night
As I tossed and turned in bed
The window was open wide
The street noise jangled, in my head
.
I was dreaming of a better time
It was all so clear to me
Wind whistled through the pine trees…
I had myself a dream last night
As I tossed and turned in bed
The window was open wide
The street noise jangled, in my head
.
I was dreaming of a better time
It was all so clear to me
Wind whistled through the pine trees…
I had myself a dream last night
As I tossed and turned in bed
The window was open wide
The street noise jangled, in my head
.
I was dreaming of a better time
It was all so clear to me
Wind whistled through the pine trees…
My arrangement of an American traditional tune with tons of variations on title, lyrics and tune. I went for a little delta feel with some light slide on the guitar, and harmonica along with the banjo... definitely strange but I think it works.
Here's a song I recorded a couple of months ago when I had the flu ... as the voice reveals :)
Recorded early in the morning,in the bathroom, using the built-in mics on my boss br800.
Just a rough version of a song I plan to record properly during this coming February's RPM Challenge.
EDUCATION REALITY CHECK
I work with children every morning
Check their progress every night
I'm an expert with technology
And interactive…
I dreamt a piano
with just a few keys
With limitless chords
and one melody
Caught by a cloud
who cried its last tear
it fell on my window
it’s been falling for years
Ageless, weightless
nameless, shameless
Ageless, weightless
nameless, shameless…
Comments on Greg Connor's stuff
I likes it more with each listen
Cool sounds and fabulous lyrics. Over the last few days I've been sharing this very message in various forms in various places... That's probably why I like it so much... And I've come across others saying the same thing... It might not be filtering through to the media (at least not the stuff I'm seeing/hearing)... but then it's not very news-worthy! ... But if there's a bunch of us ordinary people thinking and saying this and similar... then I'm feeling quite encouraged :)
Thanks to Rita for the lovely suggestion. I've never heard you play the dulcimer. These lyrics are so lovely... Beautiful all around
Wonderful Greg, wonderful ....
I hope your resume says multi instrumentalist!!!! love the sound I needed a peaceful song right now!!
Oh yeah... love this one.
Oh that sounds gorgeous. Very cool song, and a gorgeous recording.
Great sound on the dulcimer. Beautiful song! very much enjoyed! KC
I like it !
If this one could be bought at the record mart , he’ll yes I’d buy it
I want to go to paradise... it’s raining here
Oh my a second go round. This is my fav. That is song writing all right. Fan fav
This one got me choked up. Really beautiful Greg. You’ll get there, and I’ll be cheering you on for sure!!
Oh yeah. What a song. Paints all sorts of images/stories in my head. But yeah, I end up yearning for the Paradise I recall myself... Faved, accidentally unfaved, and FAVED again! (Got a bit clicky there lol)
Ha I remember a lil conversation between two friends on this singular topic........ Get back you deserve this .
Think I'll hang up my guitar now Greg , that has got to be the best song I've heard from you, Faultless mate, Faultless .....
oh yeah....I need Paradise!! great one Greg....
Great song. Really like the harmony in the middle
Are you dreaming of up north?... this is a real keeper. I love your lyrics as always and the harmonica is the perfect touch!!
Great lyrics, love the chorus...another beautiful song!!
Comments made by Greg Connor
Beautiful. I think I'm going to go upstairs and look out the window again.... see what the sunrise looks like.
Nice acoustic guitar work, and great narrative!
. . Refreshing .
Nice banjo pickin. You really caught the essence of this one.
Wow! This really captures the imagination
Great way to start the day! Very Pretty.
I grew up with John Prine and Steve Goodman. It was fun to listen to your rendition of one of his classics.
Go Get Um Johnny!
Good Song
O H Y E A H
Sounds like love is in the air.
Interesting combination of musical sounds
Wonderful !!! Completely Entertaining.
Outstand Lyrics! Keith .... You really hit the mark!
I'm a sucker for an acoustic guitar. You hooked me once you started singing. Nice song.
This is a little different from what I have grown to expect from you. Very Pretty.
The harmonica really does it for me. You got a good bouncy song going here.
Call it what you like, I enjoyed it.
Did you write this while you were out partying until 4:00 AM on New Years? I think I could learn a lot from you!
I like the sound of that acoustic guitar with an open sounding tune complimented by the harmony. Very nice.