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(5 replies, posted in Recording)

Thanks Jim     

602

(5 replies, posted in Poems)

Hi Brian.
So deep and yes it went over my head but I do think it might make a good song     

603

(5 replies, posted in Recording)

https://youtu.be/lZ8aBMtfjfI

here is an instrumental I did and my pal Peatle made a video for it which I didn't expect thanks Pedr

604

(10 replies, posted in Songwriting)

sounds and feels like another winner Jim. well done     

605

(6 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

when the falling down liquid get to my son (and he can put them away) he will tell me to get my guitar out and "give us a tune dad." my reply is " i am an artiste and i only perform for money." which is a lie as i'm happy to play at the drop of a hat but not to family or when i'm drinking or when i'm sober!
my advice: get your excuses ready before hand     

606

(8 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Jim. So sorry to hear about your brothers, unrequited love seems rather trivial in comparison.
It's funny how we lose touch with people and when we meet up years or decades later we expect them to look and be the same as when we last saw them. I know to my own sadness, as I grow older so do they, and maybe not as healthily as me. Most of my hair is down the plug hole now, but I still have more than some of the guys I played in bands with back in the day. I dread to think how many of my school friends haven't even made it to 70!
I often wonder when I'm talking to people 10 or more years older than me how they looked back in their heyday and what kind of naughtiness they got up to?     

607

(4 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Brian what a cute little his piece and even cuter granddaughter. Still smiling...me I mean!     

608

(8 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Ahhh, unrequited love! The words flow well together, you have that knack of taking a mundane subject and breathing life into it.     

609

(5 replies, posted in Songwriting)

Mojo. What a great song and performance. You have that laid back style while projecting your voice and guitar work, and I must say a great hook to top it all.
Well done.     

610

(14 replies, posted in Poems)

Amen to that, very eloquently put. People have died for the right to put an X on a piece of paper. Women in the UK weren't given that right until the 1920s, and the lower classes weren't given a free vote much before that!
In Hong Kong the population is struggling to keep a semblance of freedom of choice. Once enough people give up their right to keep their governments in check the free world ceases to be free and the rich and entitled will do as they like.     

611

(14 replies, posted in Poems)

WOW...truth be told regarding politics and politicians. Well done Pete. At election time I usually get on my soap box and tell anyone that will listen to get down the polling station and vote. They usually come back with..what is the point? One vote won't make any difference and I say if everyone thought that we'd have a dictatorship because there'd be no one to oppose the crackpot ideas they'd come up with...remember Hitler? And I could mention a few more recent and present ones!
I've turned a reply into a rant haven't I?
Great work buddy     

612

(4 replies, posted in My local band and me)

Beamer. it's strange to hear you play a fingerpickin` country tune. I'm sure if Jim wrote some lyrics you'd come up with the chord changes to match.     

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

Brian, Pete, Jim. Thanks for commenting. There is a lot more to the story than I've written about. I was not completely without fault. I was a guy in my twenties and I think you know what that means? It was a traumatic time for me, I'm not the most romantic person but I still needed love. I believe that when you give love if it's not returned then you soon lose that love and that is what happened.
It was over a year later I met Ann, all my wild oats sewn and I was ready to settle down. All the love I needed was lavished on me by Ann and her family. We have our own family which I cherish. We have our ups and downs and I see my story repeating itself, so it's difficult to stand back and not give advice.     

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(6 replies, posted in Poems)

this is a mostly true tale of the break up of my first marriage 45 years ago. it came to me last night as i was getting into bed and appreciating more than ever my relationship with Ann.


The Argument.

faces red, nose to nose.
eyes of fire, tears of anger.
voices loud, the reason forgotten.
hate now grows at loves demise.

he holds the babe, she screams "he's mine"
he turns away " don't forget he's mine too"
"i was there remember?"
" were you?" is her bitter reply
his silence a testament to his inner fears
he looks at the child crying in his arms
"does he have my eyes?...no
my nose, my mouth?
is this indeed my child?"

the only sound are the baby's cries
he studies her face, she's pleading now
she knows she's crossed a line, a secret revealed
"it was just spite, of course he's yours
you do believe me, don't you?"
he gives the child gently into her arms

he reaches for a bag and throws some things inside
without a sound he leaves the room depressed
"you're not leaving us are you?" her words laced with guilt
he stops at the door and turns to look at her one last time
with hurt and anger in his face and voice
"I'll come back for my stuff when I've calmed down"
then through the door
"that's it. I'm out" 

615

(3 replies, posted in Guitars and accessories)

Looks a beaut, bet she plays sweet?     

616

(2 replies, posted in Songwriting)

still brilliant Jim, very powerful makes us all think. if we stick to the rules it will eventually go away, and that's something to live for.     

617

(11 replies, posted in Songwriting)

so many, Glen Frey, Jimmy Hendrix, Clapton, Steve Howe, any/all of the Beatles, Roger Hodgeson, Ian Anderson ad infinitum...     

618

(26 replies, posted in Poems)

Robin and his merry men
went dancing in the Duck and Hen
when the bard stopped playing they screamed "AGAIN"
he was too afraid to offend
so once again picked up his harp
an arrow straight and oh so sharp
buried deep inside his heart
"a murder" went up the cry
it was not me, that is a lie
I've been set up said little John
the true assassin has left and gone
my word he didn't play that bad
said all but Robin of the tuneless bard
let's all depart and search the woods
for surely he must have stole some goods
I bet he's stashed them `neath a tree
some glittering gold I would happy be
if I came across this treasure sure
to line my nest said Robin Hood
not so much a robin he...
is more of a magpie     

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(26 replies, posted in Poems)

Peatle Jville wrote:
keepitreal wrote:

I hail from land of Robin Hood
Maidens are fair and the beer is good
Where the major oak not minor spruce
Hid Robin from the hangmans noose
Ayup mi duck a common greeting
The happy sound of good friends meeting
And Peatle I extend those words to you
Halfway round this globe so blue
Amazed by YouTube video when I dared to look
Wishing you would write a book
A best seller it would stand apart
With words that come straight from your heart.

Cheers Keep It Real and thank you I enjoyed that.

I am not that  sure if I wrote a book.

It would get a look.

Be read by one  or no one.

Maybe when the sun it  disappears on winters  night.

People could use said books to keep the  fire alight.

Friends of Robin Hood the good people of Sherwood

Could use it instead of wood.

The heat from said fire.

Could be used to heat up Maid Marion’s  Fryer.

Down at the Tuck Inn.

When there people could  try her delicious fare, Rabbit and Hare

And a duck dish called Friar Tuck.

Opps.  I should have said  Fryer Duck.

I don’t want as a result of my slip of the tongue.

The Sheriff of Nottingham chasing me.

Whilst  enjoying ones self at the Tuck Inn

if one has an urgent need a call of nature.

Don’t worry there is nice clean little  potty.

Her little john.

In a room out the back.

Pete...you scraped a few bones on that one... still giggling     

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(26 replies, posted in Poems)

I understood it all Pete, and laughed at the double entendre, pool spear...ha ha ha! May your parsons nose enjoy the green grass while the good weather lasts.     

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(26 replies, posted in Poems)

my grass is green
as green as a bean
a green bean of course
a green bean running
a runner bean, therefore
a flyer in the airforce
a pilot in a grey suit
not a business man in his flute ( cockney rhyming slang for suit)
a flute to make the sound toot
a journey takes it's own route
or maybe just a plant root
or just a shoot of grass     

622

(26 replies, posted in Poems)

brilliant Mojo     

623

(26 replies, posted in Poems)

Pedr,
why worry about rhyming? It's the story your poem tells that counts and the way it's told and both those criteria are reached. Outside of the South seas, your style is unique so don't be discouraged by apparent lack of interest. If it wasn't for the likes of you and Jim this forum would only be frequented by people that can't get their song book to work, and what a waste that would be?
I look forward to hearing the finished version of your song.

Piri     

624

(26 replies, posted in Poems)

and you do this off the top of your head? you are a very clever individual with a very individual style. rock on Pedr     

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(3 replies, posted in Poems)

Very poignant Pedr. No one should pass un-noticed that's why I hate war and guns in general, thousands of lives lost, The generals say a few practiced sentiments and the family left to mourn, then told to pull themselves together. I know Malcom didn't die in those circumstances but your poem puts me in mind of that human abomination.

Your poem is  so heartfelt and once again describes superbly the loss felt by his nearest and dearest.