Orphans's listening history

oldrottenhead's avatar
this later became a jemima's kite song but this is the bare bones of the song before mike and tim added to it. Just there Not here Just there So close So far So near So where you are You take it as you find it You see it as it is You’re right…
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kirklynch's avatar
More stuff from the ancient archives rescued from the same cassette tape as Last Nights Fun. This time a set of 3 Irish reels Live at a concert back around 1992
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Don Blackburn's avatar
This song has a specific goodbye story for me, however I am more interested in what goodbye the listener attaches to the song.
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crackitopen's avatar
DanO piano and bgv Michael guitar and vocals oil and water just like oil and water whenever we come together you never know what kind of weather will show but you know it's gonna blow you it's gonna flow just like oil and water you drink your…
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bleed the father's gun is loaded his eyes bleed with revenge his child lay body broken his life torn limb from limb darkness seems to travel so much faster than the light the fathere's gun is loaded hear it fire... in the night…
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in memory of ben keith man of steel heard your sound as i roamed in early days of wonder time was right cast that spell ever since i've been under bendin' notes waves of air all colors of emotion dark and light deeply stirred…
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Norm's avatar
This traditional Cuban rhythm is the well established "go-to" pattern for 4/4 songs. It is perhaps the most commonly heard conga pattern in 4/4 music. The bongo pattern that accompanies the congas is referred to as "martillo" (the hammer…
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The Wetband's avatar
This new one was written by Willie and features him on guitar and vocals plus once again we are pleased to have Rinyville supply harmony vocals. We welcome your feedback as usual.
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My closest friend Brenda McNeill wrote the lyrics of this song as a dramatic monologue, and once she showed it to me I just had to turn it into a song: She swept in, an hour late wrapped in her cloak that billowed behind her Lit the fire and…
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