Johnny Stone's listening history

James Michael Taylor's avatar
Facebook is a horrible thing. The real world keeps intruding into the perfectly peaceful virtual world. REAL MEN Real men, keep stealing', my pretend girlfriend Real men keep butting' in. They've done it again. Real men No one seems to…
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A Bit More Better Productions's avatar
This is a song written for my daughter Rosa, who is 6 months old. It's about indoctrination, but by the look of her when I sing it, I'm not sure she gets it. Rosa darling Rosa Mae I need to tell you about their games Cos sad as it is they…
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Andrew Russe's avatar
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…
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Our history was held in objects and places. We didn't realize as children that we were standing amongst the ashes of the loves of our ancestors. Still, we knew back then that love was possible and that we'd all move mountains for it.
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Who's that knocking at the door It's the sand In the wind with the truth and more Seagull in the sky Soar like an Eagle Pray in sights Fly in to the sea Dive down deep You will find me Only then you rise Phoenix flys To golden hights…
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I was listening this morning to Henwrench's Row the boat and it got me thinking and got the £16 special out and doodled about and here it is........
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Andrew Russe's avatar
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…
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My Rendition of an Indonesian Song. In Memory of the 202 Victims of the Bali Bombings
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My Rendition of an Indonesian Song. In Memory of the 202 Victims of the Bali Bombings
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thetworegs's avatar
The poor Mother what she has to put up with....... The no good son (Lyrics) The sandman woke him and told him it was time to leave That the sticks and stones that they threw at him had beat the word to the breeze They would all know that…
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