the sound became more insistent, perhaps angry, frustrated, grinding down the old year

This one I wrote for my Grandson.

It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song. _______________________________________________ As I wake up to a cold winter morning Frosty windows receive the sunshine…

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Reg has finally sunk down to where he belongs, he feels at home here ......a bit of an experiment with a pawnshop fuzz on the vocal..gives Reg a touch of Tom in the gutter I languish in gutter I’ve said my goodbyes There Ain’t…

Dave come over and we got to jamming and got jazzy, the reds have already invaded Britain and the Russians are coming to the party too....we're fucked

credits: interpolates lyrics by The Beatles

That something that summer brings along but we quell it, keep it wrapped up tight inside .... I've got to ramble on There must be something the night wants to share with me It wakes me from my dreams when I’m not unaware It feels…

another doodle before I'm of fishing

A song about being home, not so much geographically but in a settled, grounded kinda way... Working with what is and letting go of the things that don't serve me anymore. May it bring you peace as you listen. I'm home... I'm home... For…