Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
Remember when Rick was in his office and Jim dropped his pen on the floor.
Jim had to lay his head on his desk to reach his pen.
Rick thought he had a
heat attack and was afraid he may have to give him mouth to mouth. Of
course Rick told the story so good he had us all cracking up.
I still miss those days. Great group of people. Super One was growing so fast and
everyone's sales were way up and we just had fun. Is Rick retired?
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
Just a few stories recieved on email regarding our friend:
Eric always tells the store about when Jim was trying to get into his
little Buick Skylark to go to lunch. Of course because Jim was so big he
had to hold on the top of the car and lower himself in. Well Eric decides
to wash his windshield and shoots washer fluid all over Jim while he's
stuck trying to get in the car. Eric had to pay to dry clean his suit.
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I've been thinking lately of all the stories about him. Like when I would take him out to lunch. He'd order some big thing like the broiled trout, toss salad with oil and vinegar and more.
Then the waitress would look at me. I would say "I'll have what Dad's having".
He would erupt claiming "I'm not your father you Bastard!"
Good Times ... Good Times! I still giggle when I think about some of his antics.
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I remember when he bought his first BMW. I asked him what kind of millage he got. He said "Who gives a shit"
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I was in his office trying to present some promotion. He dropped his head on the desk when I mentioned the price, and it scared the hell out of me.
I thought he had a heart attack, and I was going to have to give him mouth to mouth
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Sweet, you always had a nice touch. Your flute playing is sounding good, better then I remember, but I don't recall a lot of songs with you playing it. What are you using for the percussions. I got a bamboo guiro and one that I think is made from some kind a of food that is hollow inside and no openings. Your sound similar to the bamboo guiro.
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
Old Country Songs
Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
Old Country Songs
Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
I guessing, but did that cold blast of winter air create this good ole song ?
If it did, lets hope the DAMN COLD I'm suffering brings out one as good as this.
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
Goodness, there's a name to be reckoned with!
I love everything about this track but I really love the harmonica. So perfectly in keeping with the song.
Well, I think you made an excellent and truthful tribute.
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
In splendid honour of her majesty queen elizabeth 2nd, celebrating 60 years of being the queen of england and the commonwealth nations. God bless ya maam.
Here's another little something that I somehow got sidetracked on posting.... Thanks for the jams Norm! One of these days I'll bounce something fresh your way....
Inspired by a line in one of the many books I read while laid up with a recent back injury.
Song of The Raven Queen
--
As The Fool set sail in an old milk pail
To fetch the Moon's reflection
The Mountains stood as of course they should…
Please visit: http://winterjargon.bandcamp.com/track/at-the-bridge-2 - to download a higher quality format of "At The Bridge" by Girl From Winter Jargon
A re-visit to a song wrote in 2008. A simple song, in my subconscious I think someone like the great Hank Williams was having a poke about. And no, I don't compere myself to him or other greats from the past. I'm just me !!!!
(Isslene)
mirror,
mirror
(Leo)
Oooh, oh, oh
(Leo)
They see one to the other
their backs face the mirror
their eyes face one another
(Isslene)
I dreamed you moved into me
we blended effortlessly,
now awake I plea a reunion
'cause…
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…
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…
A little ditty about a company wanting to build a waste wood incinerator near me.
http://elkesleyagainstincineration.co.uk/home.html
or facebook - elkesley against incineration
Cheers buddys - fight the good fight
Comments on Greg Connor's stuff
Ah now, I should have saved this one for last before bedtime. Ah, really nice Greg!
Remember when Rick was in his office and Jim dropped his pen on the floor. Jim had to lay his head on his desk to reach his pen. Rick thought he had a heat attack and was afraid he may have to give him mouth to mouth. Of course Rick told the story so good he had us all cracking up. I still miss those days. Great group of people. Super One was growing so fast and everyone's sales were way up and we just had fun. Is Rick retired?
Really nice. Great acoustic guitar work, nice vocals. Evocative lyrics that fit the music well. Well done!
Just a few stories recieved on email regarding our friend: Eric always tells the store about when Jim was trying to get into his little Buick Skylark to go to lunch. Of course because Jim was so big he had to hold on the top of the car and lower himself in. Well Eric decides to wash his windshield and shoots washer fluid all over Jim while he's stuck trying to get in the car. Eric had to pay to dry clean his suit. __________________________________ I've been thinking lately of all the stories about him. Like when I would take him out to lunch. He'd order some big thing like the broiled trout, toss salad with oil and vinegar and more. Then the waitress would look at me. I would say "I'll have what Dad's having". He would erupt claiming "I'm not your father you Bastard!" Good Times ... Good Times! I still giggle when I think about some of his antics. ______________________________________ I remember when he bought his first BMW. I asked him what kind of millage he got. He said "Who gives a shit" ______________________________________ I was in his office trying to present some promotion. He dropped his head on the desk when I mentioned the price, and it scared the hell out of me. I thought he had a heart attack, and I was going to have to give him mouth to mouth
Guitar sounds really sweet...is that the new one? Really professional sounding recording...
He was always a loner, But didn't despair, He strum, And he strum, And he strum. singing
~slowly the river flows, it bears me there where I never was~
Sweet, you always had a nice touch. Your flute playing is sounding good, better then I remember, but I don't recall a lot of songs with you playing it. What are you using for the percussions. I got a bamboo guiro and one that I think is made from some kind a of food that is hollow inside and no openings. Your sound similar to the bamboo guiro.
Sets My spirit free. great whistle solo
That wistful traveling feeling get at all of us sometimes
Real nice song
Back for another listen. I love this one
I guessing, but did that cold blast of winter air create this good ole song ? If it did, lets hope the DAMN COLD I'm suffering brings out one as good as this.
Now that is a great name!!! and a great tune..love the harmonica Greg...outstanding!
Well my comment is on the home page but not on yours Greg. "Curiouser and curiouser"!
This one gives me a good feeling, I hope somebody remembers me as well someday. (smile)
This one gives me a good feeling, I hope somebody remembers me as well someday. (smile)
This one gives me a good feeling, I hope somebody remembers me as well someday. (smile)
Goodness, there's a name to be reckoned with! I love everything about this track but I really love the harmonica. So perfectly in keeping with the song. Well, I think you made an excellent and truthful tribute.
Another crazy S.O.B. takes his hat off and goes, "Pilgrim, that sez it right there, yessiree." As fine a tribute to a friend as I've seen.
Comments made by Greg Connor
Beautiful song, very clear recording.
I can feel the paddle dig in to this tune. It's a winner John!
Now if you can just get Charles and Camilla to dance to this!
Yes, I can imagine snow while listening to this beautiful music. Well done Don!
I like how it builds, just the way I imagine a Lazy Sunday feels.
This is "FUN Music"
Very melodic and enjoyable. Reminded me a little of one of heros . . . Ian Anderson.
Iteresting landscape of percussive sound.
A true love song! Go get her tiger!
Beautiful . . . It just keeps rolling along. I think I heard a little harmonica in there.
A nice tribute to one of the best flat pickers I have ever heard. We're going to miss him.
Lyrics inspired by Albert Einstein? Lady . . . You got style!
Refreshing. I like the contrast between the playful sound of the music and the seriousness of the topic.
I noticed you updated this song! Very Pretty Terry!
This seems to float. Very enjoyable.
This is like a leaf floating away on a stream. A GREAT 4 minute ride!
Thought provoking. It gives me a sick feeling when I think about how we are all being manipulated.
A very thoughtful tribute, beautifully played.
Hey! Congratulations! I'll bet if feels good. Nice accomplishment.
Go get um! Keep the bastards in line. Good Lyrics!