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…

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…

Sometimes it comes down to the simple pleasures of life. Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Hop into my Lincoln Continental Head on down to the greasy spoon Table or booth is inconsequential Long as I can find some room Waitress coming with a…

Something I found in the bottom of the drawer. Recorded in September 2009. Classical Guitar, Irish Whistle & Echo Harp Harmonica

Written By Greg Connor Lyrics: I’m just about as lucky as a man can be I got the voice of an angel that’s guiding me Once in a while I don’t hear a sound That’s when I know I’m going all the way down I remember those times I lost my…

I spent the day skrewing around with this Roumanian Minor scale again. I am really testing layered drums on this one, Toms mostly. There's a lot happening. Acoustic, Strat, Bass, 4 Juno tracks, and all kinds of percussion. Only a two chord change…

Wasting away another weekend with some scales and mode practice on the synthesizers. all the percussion is from the Juno drum patches and my fingers. For you folks out there who enjoy the mode stuff this is Phrygian in A A,Bb(A#),C,D,E,F,G,(A)

Lyrics: Calling me, she comes in the night the summer breeze is feeling right for me Whisper to the wind the dark angel forges her lights my way Whisper to the wind This Vision has complicated everything now is not my time Dark angel calls…

Another song in the works that I have never been happy with. Now that Mr. Tolar has me feeding raw meat to the Ibanez, this is the result. So, it's either a rocker, or I'm off my rocker! Lyrics: It was yesterday when she said she's leaving…