I wrote this at the time when Lance Armstrong’s doping incidents all came to light and the subsequent many others who have been exposed. I think the song is sort of a reflection on that, looking at the person who actually wins the gold despite knowing that they are not worthy of it.
I got a bit of time to upload some new songs and other ones which I have had the chance to edit. Been a while since I have had the time to do so and it feels good to revisit songs which I haven’t listened to since I recorded them.
So here they are. Ranging from original songs (and an original song / story about the Irish Famine) and a few cover songs too.
I hope you like them.
Rumours (original song about the Irish Famine)
Last Night (acoustic cover of The Strokes song)
I’ll Meet You There One Day (original song for Palestine)
There Won’t Be Many Coming Home (Roy Orbison cover)
I have been fairly quiet on this for a long time. Haven’t posted much of anything. Decided to go back to university to study so that alone coupled with part time work and full time fatherhood I don’t really have time to bless myself 😀
But I have been still writing and playing away in the background. I had a bit of spare time this morning so thought I would rustle this one up quickly and fire it online.
Junior Chills – The Sheep and the Wolf
A short music video I decided to put together for my song “The Sheep and the Wolf” from the album “On The Lonesome Road”.
One hundred and seventy seven songs now wrote. Just need a few extra hours per day to sort them, practice them, record to a half decent quality and then upload via a blog post on here and social media. Not to mention create a music video per each!!
Anyway. Here’s “The Sheep and the Wolf”.
It’s probably my favourite from the album. Have a listen and let me know what you think.
This, again, is another one of the shortest songs I have put together. I remember at the time of writing this song I was listening to Johnny Cash ‘Highwayman’ so I guess this is my attempt at a tribute to him. I didn’t even want to attempt to replicate Cash’ singing style (as I have tried before and I sound shite) so I thought I would sing a little differently from my usual style and see how it sounds. I quite like it as it is different…it is a very basic chord structure in the song but I think that is what I like about it. A few Johnny Cash nods are clearly evident in the song so have a listen and see what you think.
I can’t seem to recall where the inspiration for this song came from. I think it was another case of strumming a few chords and the lyrics just followed suit. It’s a very simplistic song which I think focuses on changes in your life. I also the think the imagery is quite powerful…if you can imagine someone standing praying in a stream it would probably scare the shit out of you!
I don’t think I have put up anything in quite a while so I intend to put up a few songs today since I have a bit of spare time. The first one is this song called Old F Chord from the album Eight New Roses. It is named this simply because I was using variations of the F Chord in the song. It is probably one of the shortest songs I have put together which is probably pretty refreshing seeing as the first song I put online was nearly 6 minutes :S It does sound different to the songs I usually put online so I hope that too is quite refreshing 😀
‘Father Told Me’ was wrote following the birth of my first child in June 2016. At the time I was completely overwhelmed by the birth and wanted to reflect on my own father’s role with the birth of me. So, with that in mind, it is both a song about my father and what I hope to achieve in my new role as a father…
The song looks at different scenarios a person could face in their life such as remembering the first time they counted to ten, riding their bicycle, going to mass, and growing up. I don’t think I have posted lyrics to my song online before but here they are in case you want to take a wee read:
V. Can I get Amen if I’m not from this place? Blessed myself on Tuesday, on Friday I rest. Of all these things remember, my father told me so. Do the best you can son, in the boat you have to row.
V2. Counted one time to ten, thought I had it sussed. Remember feeling proud when my teacher did cuss. One night in mid December, my father told me so. Do the best you can son, in the boat you have to row.
V3. One day I rode my bike farther than I saw. The way my mum reacted I must have broke the law. When you’re young and tender, my father told me so. Do the best you can son, now in the boat you go.
V4. Wife she then gave birth. Family now to raise. Took like duck to water it never did feel strange. Their rock and their defender, my father told me so. Do the best you can son, in the boat you have to row.
V5. Now i’m reaching 80. Children have left home. Only got one fear son, and that’s to die alone. I’m old I’ll not surrender, my father told me so. Do the best you can son, in the boat you have to row.