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 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…
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…
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…
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…
I've posted this "Naked" version because Mrs Russe wanted me to... :-)
It wasn't "finished" in my mind - there was a certain amount of "orchestration" to come.
But I ended up liking the starkness of this version.
The original intention…
Here we go.
This one started out one morning several weeks ago when the sun was still shining...
If it's as wet and dark as it is here, just close your eyes, I'm sure you can imagine it if you try hard enough...
Lollies, chips, and beer…
Oh,
Iron jaws, wrapped around my legs,
Try to gnaw, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Oh,
Fresh cut gauze, soaking lips,
Trying not to fall, but why would I want to.
Why would I want to.
Silent pines, know my name
Even…
Old timey'st of versions. reminiscent of a deserting war warn civil war solder heading back to see a lady left behind. Close your eyes and try to smell the camp fire and burned coffee.
Just in time for the big 2012 election!
*** BANJO WARNING ***
Just me and me banjo.
Inspired by a story my journalist daughter in Moscow just published. She was too small when we moved to Russia to remember that politicians shaking hands…
I love it Robert! Your song is like a breath of fresh air. Well done my friend!
The banjo sounds fantastic, and by the way, I thought the *"BANJO WARNING"* WAS A NICE TOUCH.
This is the result of a songwriting challenge that Andy took part in on a songwriting forum he uses
We were all given the same lyrics and then sent away to see what came back and see how different the results would be in styles etc ,
There's…
I was going to get another cup of coffee this morning, but I don't think I need it now!
Freight . . . you can really get all the jelly beans rolling in the same direction. Nice going!
Here's a new one, heard a saying on an advert, 'your home isn't a home unless... ' Out popped this, right let's see what you've all been up to lately, had a few days off. Catch up time.
I've been messing about with my virtual keyboard this week, in preparation of an amazing collaboration I'll be working on soon :)
Beat and sax are from Mixcraft.
Enjoy! xox
Virtual Keyboard? That is something I know nothing about, but I must say you have produced an incredible track here!
The whole thing, vocal and music, is captivating.
Good one Lady! I'm looking forward to your collaboration.
Wonderful Lyrics, and a *GREAT* message!
Right on Brother! Sometimes I wonder how we ever made it through our teens & 20's.
Now we are more or less respectable and still here. Go Figure!
This is the third, maybe forth time I recorded this tune.
I like this one best.
taken by surprise
a fine disguise
they came from across the sea
always moving closer
my eyes could see
then they called in the calvary
First just a…
Comments on Greg Connor's stuff
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.
I am faved out.Super tune A story song always hits me right in the sweet spot!!!!!! I love it
Greg - beautiful. You amaze me with your talents for writing, playing the music and singing! Phil
what a fantastic song. One of your best
Really nice song, Greg.
Heartfelt and beautiful! That clean, "exposed" style is very courageous, if you know what I mean. (love the whistle too )
Just another great one Gregg. I really like the lyrics ...things I have thought many times, but not able to get it down like you can. Verne
The sound is very Townes Van Zandt... I was listening from the other when it first came on and I thot it WAS TVZ. Like an Irish TVZ.
Comments made by Greg Connor
I like it. Why fill it up with more than you need. I think you captured it perfectly.
I like the sound of "Drop D" Tuning.
Key of G . . . I was playing right along with my trusty harmonica.
Great *"Feel Good"* Song. Makes me want to fill the car up and take a drive.
I love the sound of acoustic guitar. Nice song, nice singing, and nice playing! It reminded me a little of David Wilcox.
That Whistle . . . Wow!
Good Easy Listening! Way to go Roger!
Yes . . . I can smell the campfire!
I love it Robert! Your song is like a breath of fresh air. Well done my friend! The banjo sounds fantastic, and by the way, I thought the *"BANJO WARNING"* WAS A NICE TOUCH.
Delightful
I like these "Story Songs".
Damn Straight! That's Telling them. This should keep us till the new song appears.
Beautiful. It flows well and the music really supports the lyrics well. I have to admit . . . I was looking for at least one *"GOOD GAWD"* in there.
*Ooooh! You are a softy Roger!*
I was going to get another cup of coffee this morning, but I don't think I need it now! Freight . . . you can really get all the jelly beans rolling in the same direction. Nice going!
Go get um Fran! Great Song / Great Delivery You two sound like you are having fun.
Virtual Keyboard? That is something I know nothing about, but I must say you have produced an incredible track here! The whole thing, vocal and music, is captivating. Good one Lady! I'm looking forward to your collaboration.
I just had to push the "PLAY" button again. That guitar sounds pretty good.
Wonderful Lyrics, and a *GREAT* message! Right on Brother! Sometimes I wonder how we ever made it through our teens & 20's. Now we are more or less respectable and still here. Go Figure!
Big subject and big sound to match. Well done! I think Tess is on to it, turn up the voice track a little. Harmonica is a nice touch.