rpm #4,, i love watching the local birds,, in winter they seem a bit more eager, in my imagination,, they must spend more of their time sitting around their wood stoves, munching on seeds and telling stories of summer days, all the while as the…

UNKNOWN,arranged by Terry Brown 'their brains were small and they died' When I sit in contemplation of the human situation I often feel a certain sense of pride. For our achievements are many and mighty And the evidence cannot be denied. But my…

Popular world war 1 song.

Old timey'st of versions. reminiscent of a deserting war warn civil war solder heading back to see a lady left behind. Close your eyes and try to smell the camp fire and burned coffee.

Not exacting but my version as such, the advice is good though,just hang loose...as we used to say.

After seeing a little boy with burning hatred burning in his very young eyes.

Never take seriously what can be taken with alcohol.

Any resemblance to the Yiddish word Chutzpah is of the purest intent. With a doff of the hat to Sheldon Alan "Shel" Silverstein ...and Mad magazine for all of their influences. that indeed did rot my brain

Meant for singing along rollicking

UNKNOWN,arranged by Terry Brown 'their brains were small and they died' When I sit in contemplation of the human situation I often feel a certain sense of pride. For our achievements are many and mighty And the evidence cannot be denied. But my…