The street heats the urgency of now As you see there's no one around ...

No one grumbles in the pine woods No one cries when morning comes See the stars fade into daylight See the footprints in the snow My god could it be more certain? My god could I take the wheel for now? Ice made still the rushing waters…

Cover of the 1972 song "My Friend the Sun" by the British band Family. Music by 64Guitars. Vocals by Oldrottenhead.

by Neil Young

Still learning the keys. This will be the last cover for some long while. It just seemed like something fun to practice on since everything that appears in my head is usually slow and sad. Now I can practice on something fast and sad! I…

Remember the cul-de-sac nights cold beer, a cigarette to share the creak of our old porch swing smoke curled like chinese dragons in the air Chorus The porch light flickers, But it’s not lit for me anymore. I know there’s nothing waiting…

Reg had some terrible news that would break any man ...... How it rains down on me In the early morning of the 14th April Two days before the rain Took the smile from my face to turn it to pain Taking my smile from my face…

Here is my try at a good old fashioned protest song. I tried to imagine I was writing in the sixties, and CSNY, Buffalo Springfield and Creedence were everywhere on the radio. I used a website called Audimee to generate the call and response…

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…

This track started sounding very rural so I added some acoustic slide-guitar that turned out quite nice, with lyrics about being in the area I grew up in again.

Cover of the theme from the popular BBC television series. Recorded on Boss BR-864 December 18, 2008. All instruments and drum programming by 64Guitars.

A champ from trench with another hit single that represent his background he's original name are Bankole Koyuum olarewaju from Nigeria Lagos ajegunle to be precise . This song is relating and deep within the street

Snowflakes falling, soft as candlelight Silver tinsel sparkles every memory tonight There’s a record on the player, fire crackling warm and low And I’m back to when I held you, underneath the mistletoe City streets are shining, silver…