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singer, guitar strummer, and excellent lyricist,..................
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Paul Simon, who turns 76 years of age today.
Simon was born in newark, nJ. His parents were both teachers.
Indeed, his father was both a professor and a band leader who played a double bass.

Besides several alums with Art Garfunkel early in his career,
Simon has since released 13 solo alums and has amassed a total of 16 Grammys,
including Grammys in 5 different decades
Quite a career.

Some of my favorite songs of his include;

50 Ways to Leave your Lover

Still Crazy After All These Years

Bridge Over Troubled Water

Sounds of Silence

The Boxer

America

Slip Slidin' Away

and

Duncan

"Couple in the next room bound to win a prize
They've been going at it all night long
Well, I'm tryin' to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln Duncan is my name
And here's my song, here's my song

My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fisherman's friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the Maritimes
Headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England

Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
I was left without a penny in my pocket
Ooh-oowee, I was about as destituted as a kid could be
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
I'd like to hock it

A young girl in a parkin' lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost
And she told all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survival

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Just later on the very same night
When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well, she took me to the woods
Sayin' "Here comes something, and it feels so good!"
And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended

Oh, oh, what a night
Oh, what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playing my guitar
Lyin' underneath the stars
Just thankin' the Lord
For my fingers
For my fingers

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know"

Obviously the Black males seen behind Eminem during his “freestyle” on the BET Hip Hop Awards and those who are praising Eminem for the contents of his freestyle have either forgiven, forgotten, do not care or may be ignorant of his 1988 and 1993 racist recordings, which were exposed by The Source Magazine in 2003.

The Source distributed a cd of Eminem’s racists recordings with one of their publications. Eminem can be heard calling black people “moon crickets” and “porch monkeys”. He also called black women “bitches” countless times, accused black women of being materialistic and warned men never to date black women. Yet, he called Trump a racist? Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?

Lastly, just because Eminem expressed his disdain for Trump does not mean he is your friend or ally. In the words of Dr. Amos and Dr. John Henrike Clarke, “We have no friends”.

Here is the recording:

Do you like this band? Do you have a favourite R.E.M song?

Spreading my audio works online for who want to listen to. freely, daily
Enjoy daily quality techno

Steely Dan gave us an alternative to the tedious 3 major chord usual modern music. Pentatonic scales sound ok, but a guitarist familiar with the modes stands out as special, Wonder what he died of. Aa.

for the good times

Yep post videos of any country song and any country artist you like...

Any requests? I will start with “The Gambler” and “Hurt” his last song.


What do you consider to be the best song "Johnny Cash" ever sang?
I will keep on adding songs, when I'm in the mood

I was in my late teen when i first heard this song on my dad's old casset recorder + radio.. i waited for a number of days listening to the radio to get it recorded.. finally got it.. but the lyrics..

There's something inside me that falls beneath the surface.
Consuming.. confusing..

I was like what?

Replayed the song a number of times n got the lyrics on a peice of paper..

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling..

To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem

To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface consuming
Confusing what is real
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending controlling
Confusing what is real....

(This time lyrics are coppied from the internet)

From this day onwards, music became the way i could understan what i was feeling..
Chester's voice screamed out all the emotions bottled in my mind.. i felt comfortable.. expressed..

Thank you..