If you could only see me now
Somewhere out here in the dim lights
Feeding my public every single night
And holding court just like a king
If you could only see me now
Drinking gin and bumming cigarettes
Smiling wide 'cause I've got no regrets
About how life’s been kind to me
Every day's a four-leaf clover
And every night is a winning hand
I've been painting the town
Wearing smoke rings for a crown
If you could only see me now
If you could only see me now
Gazing deep into some new eyes
Whispering into ears that haven't heard my lies
And the promises I couldn't keep
If you could only see me now
In the darkness of my midnight
Or see me trembling in the morning light
Waking from my sinners sleep
Every day's a four-leaf clover
And every night is a winning hand
I've been painting the town
Wearing smoke rings for a crown
If you could only see me now
Songwriter-John R Miller

Pete Seeger…..I ran into him along the Hudson River and saw him in the streets of NYC….he always looked so kind.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of love, a time of hate.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time you may embrace.
A time to refrain from embracing.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sow.
A time for love, a time for hate.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.

Songwriter: Pete Seeger

Take a break and watch the master at work.

Tom Waits’ complete concert at the 2011 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. The performance took place as part of his induction ceremony at the Waldorf Astoria, New York on Monday, March 14, 2011.

Tom Waits - Vocals, Piano, Guitar, Maracas
Casey Waits - Drums
Larry Taylor - Upright Bass
David Hidalgo - Guitar & Accordion
Marco Ribot: Guitar & Banjo
Neil Young: Guitar

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You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river, you stop, and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double-four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring

Well, now you step inside
But you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Ah, but the horns, they're blowing that sound
Way on down south
Way on down south, London town

Check out guitar George
He knows all the chords
Mind, it's strictly rhythm
He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans
With the Sultans of Swing
Yeah

And a crowd of young boys
They're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies
And their platform soles
They don't give a damn
About any trumpet-playing band
It ain't what they call "Rock and Roll"
And the Sultans
Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole
Creole

And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last, just as the time bell rings
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"
Then he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the Sultans—
We are the Sultans of Swing"

Songwriter-Mark Knopfler

I guess today is Judgment Day
Since everybody's got something to say
But if all you can come up with is hate
Then turn around and march the other way

Let's take a lesson from the family tree
We share this land, but we don't all agree
You think I'm weird, I think you are crazy
But I can love you 'cause we're all family

Whoever said freedom was free?
There ain't no freedom without history
And folks who died for you and me
So don't be an asshole, let everyone be

What if everyone took a civics class?
I'm not sure I know anyone who'd pass
But how we live today comes from the past
If we forget, it could slip from our grasp

Whatever happened to the Golden Rule?
Whoever wrote it wasn't just a fool
We watch the thread unravel from the spool
When you preach love and still you act so cruel

Whoever said freedom was free?
There ain't no freedom without history
And folks who died for you and me
So don't be an asshole, let everyone be
Yeah

So let's all pile onto the freedom bus
It's not for some, that ride's for all of us
Bring Jesus, Buddha, or your old dog Gus
Whatever brings you joy and happiness
Oh

Whoever said freedom was free?
There ain't no freedom without history
And folks who died for you and me
Oh

Whoever said freedom was free?
There ain't no freedom without history
And folks who died for you and me
So don't be an asshole, let everyone be

-Songwriter-Sheryl Crow

Out on the edge of darkness
The children waited for sunrise
Something they could believe in
Something to see with their own eyes

Their moms and dads remembered
‘Cause they had seen a different time
A time of sunny mornings
Walking to school and saving dimes

And yet the leaves are falling
Gathered in piles to burn outside
Somehow the smoke is calling
Somehow the embers will decide

And that’s not the way of being
It’s not the way of being now
Too much has changed around us
But we can bring it back somehow

I need to talk to someone
Someone who smiles and answers back
Someone as old as I am
Who still remembers some of that

I dream a way of living
A way of sharing what we find
A way of walking slowly
Through the smokey leaves of time

When I woke up this morning
I heard a melody and a rhyme

I knew the song was over
But I couldn’t find the time
The words just tumbled forward
In this second song of mine

Drifting in a sea of darkness
The captain waited for sunrise
Thought he saw a mermaid comin’
Off the bow and rubbed his eyes

Thought he saw a distant glowin’
Songbirds playin’ in the sky
But his eyes were playin’ tricks on him
In his heart, he wondered why

Cross town at the incubator
Eggs were hatchin’ everywhere
Those birds would soon be flyin’
They knew that’s when they’d feel the air

We won’t remember them
‘Cause we’re the ones who didn’t care
Now when we think of them
We hear their songs sung everywhere

The world needs all her song birds
She needs her music in the sky
Guiding souls both in and out
Showing weakness how to fly

Not like that TV show
Not like the words on channel five
Somethin’ that makes you smile
Somethin’ that makes you fly

Make it up on another day
Baby, I don’t care
Make it up on another day
Baby, I don’t care
Make it up on another day
Baby, I don’t care
Make it up on another day
Baby, I don’t care

-Neil Young

She put $900 on the fifth horse in the sixth race
I think its name is “chips ahoy!”
It came in six lengths ahead, we spent the whole next week getting high
At first I thought that she hit off some tip that she got from some other boy
We were overjoyed

Wo-ah-oh-ee-ah-oh-ee-oh
Wo-ah-oh-a-ee-oh-oh
Wo-ah-oh-ee-ah-oh-ee-oh
Wo-ah-oh-a-ee-oh-oh

I got a girl and she don’t have to work
She can tell which horse is gonna finish in first
Some nights the painkillers make the pain even worse

Came in six lengths ahead
We spent the whole next week getting high
I love this girl but I can’t tell when she’s having a good time

How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t let me touch you?
(Wo-ah-oh-ee-ah-oh-ee-oh)
How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t even dance?
(Wo-ah-oh-a-ee-oh-oh)
How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t let me touch you?
(Wo-ah-oh-ee-ah-oh-ee-oh)
How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t even dance?
(Wo-ah-oh-a-ee-oh-oh)

She’s hard on the heart and she’s soft to the touch
She gets migraine headaches when she does it too much
She always does it too much

How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t let me touch you?
(Wo-ah-oh-ee-ah-oh-ee-oh)
How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t even dance?
(Wo-ah-oh-a-ee-oh-oh)
How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t let me touch you?
(Wo-ah-oh-ee-ah-oh-ee-oh)
How am I supposed to know that you’re high if you won’t even dance?
(Wo-ah-oh-a-ee-oh-oh)
And you won’t even dance

Songwriters: Craig Finn / Franz Nicolay / Tad Kubler

I got that feeling
That bad feeling that you don’t know
I don’t even know her
But I hope that
She comforts you tonight

Nobody here
That keeps you in the shade
And ever owned you
Some sentimental tears
Or someone else’s girl that drips away


But I somehow slowly love you
And wanna keep you
The same
Well, I somehow slowly know you
And wanna keep you
Away


I got that feeling
That bad feeling that you don’t know
I don’t even know her
But I hope that
She comforts you tonight

And I somehow slowly love you
And wanna keep you this way
Well, I somehow slowly know you
And wanna keep you
Away
Away


And I somehow slowly love you
And wanna keep you this way
Well, I somehow slowly know you
And wanna keep you


But I somehow slowly love you
And wanna keep you the same
Well, I somehow slowly know you
And wanna keep you
Away

Songwriters

• Grant Marshall

• Hope Sandoval

• Stew Jackson

Ooooooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Everythin', everythin', everythin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young boy, at the age of five
My mother said I was, gonna be the greatest man alive
But now I'm a man, way past 21
Want you to believe me baby,
I had lot's of fun
I'm a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
I'm a man
I'm a natural born lovers man
I'm a man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man
I'm a hoochie coochie man

Sittin' on the outside, just me and my mate
You know I'm made to move you honey,
Come up two hours late
Wasn't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
I'm a man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
Man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man

The line I shoot will never miss
When I make love to a woman,
She can't resist
I think I go down,
To old Kansas Stew
I'm gonna bring back my second cousin,
That little Johnny Cocheroo
All you little girls,
Sittin'out at that line
I can make love to you woman,
In five minutes time
Ain't that a man
I spell mmm, aaa child, nnn
That represents man
No B, O child, Y
That mean mannish boy
Man
I'm a full grown man
Man
I'm a natural born lovers man
Man
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a man-child
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Well, well, well, well
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't hurt me, don't hurt me child
Don't hurt me, don't hurt, don't hurt me child
Well, well, well, well

Songwriters

• McKinley Morganfield a.k.a. Muddy Waters

• Mel London

• Ellas McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley

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Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you lovers
Put your lights on, put your lights on

Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on

Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say I've got nothing to fear

Songwriter Erik Schrody

Broke down for the first time
It’s a long way to the next town
It’s a hot day and I wish I was down
In the cool breeze of a beach town

There’s only one way out
But I’m trying to figure it out
There’s only one way out
But we’ll see about that

The water’s got to flow down
If it stops then we got a problem
We’ve all got to slow down
When the time comes are you gonna know how?

There’s only one way out
But I’m trying to figure it out now
There’s only one way out
But we’ll see about that

Don’t you wanna go?
Don’t you wanna go the way the wind blows?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Wouldn’t you like to know the way the wind blows?

Broke down for the first time
It’s a long way to the next town
It’s a hot day and I wish I was down
In the cool breeze of a beach town

There’s only one way out
But I’m looking for that other route
There’s only one way out
And I’m trying to figure that out now
You told me there’s one way out
But I’m looking for that other route
There’s only one way out
We’ll see about that

Songwriters: Timothy Andrew Bluhm

On what-they-say is a typically foggy and cold August day in San Francisco, Tim Bluhm and Greg Loaicono of "The Mother Hips" -- one of the bay area's most seasoned and respected rock bands -- visit the Golden Gate Bridge to strum "One Way Out" from their album "Pacific Dust".

Of particular note in this vignette is the hornet with most excellent taste in music -- he zeroes in on Greg's fingers during the guitar solo, darting between and around the notes, adding a special urgency to the solo. Greg doesn't miss a beat, but confesses to having higher blood pressure than normal during that take.

Recorded in August of 2010. "The Bridge Sessions" crew : Directed by K. Mackenzie. Audio Re-mastering by Rich Rabnett at www.quirkaudio.com.

feel your arms...wrapped around me
I feel a warmth...deep inside me
I'm feeling too good to believe in this
But then you move...closer
Like you've got the answers
Are you feeling too good to believe in this?

Well I'm wondering
Well I'm wondering do ya feel the same as I do?

I feel the night time leaving
But this feeling is staying
I'm feeling too good to believe in you
I feel your hand in my hand
I feel your lips touching my hand
Are you feeling too good to believe in me?

Well i'm wondering
Well im wondering do ya feel the same as I do?

Well im wondering
Well im wondering do ya feel the same as I do?

Well im wondering do ya feel the same as I do?

Well im wondering
Well im wondering do ya feel the same as i do?

• Writer: Peter Cash

Before I knew who this band was I ran into two cute buskers, Andy and Cathy, singing country tunes at the Manly Ferry Wharf. After that, well, I saw them over and over….whole lotta twang and fun. Love to Andy and Cathy!

Well, it’s early Monday morning and the sun’s just touched the sky

I’m waiting for that silver-grey old Valiant to come by

Praying that he slept in or forgotten I’m alive

So, I can go back to my bed and sleep from nine to five

People say there’s nothing better than an honest, hard day’s work

And the backbone of the country is a digger dressed in dirt

But Monday morning always seems to put me in reverse

I’m hungover, tired and weak, you know that there’s nothing worse

[Chorus]

And I don’t wanna go to work

I don’t care about my pay

And it don’t matter if I starve

I’d rather die than work today

Just let me sleep and dream

That every day is Saturday

And all of my commitments

Are a thousand miles away

[Verse 2]

Well, I can’t believe that digging holes has helped me in any way

But fresh air and sunshine always chase my blues away

So, if I don’t breathe some air or feel that sun upon my back

Then all the weekend’s poison’s gonna keep me in the sack

I’ll wallow in self-pity, and I’ll wish that I was dead

But as I said before, I’m just too weak so I’ll stay here in bed

‘Cause I don’t wanna go to work

I don’t care about my pay

And it don’t matter if I starve

I’d rather die than work today

Just let me sleep and dream

That every day is Saturday

And all of my commitments

Are a thousand miles away

Songwriter-Andrew Travers

I discovered Paul Kelly at The Hopetoun Hotel when he first moved to Sydney. Right place at the right time for some amazing shows. I’ve seen him in Kings Cross and in St. Kilda.

I saw him in St. Kilda a couple of times….I saw him at The Espy last year and I hope to see him in 2026 at The Potts Point Hotel.

It’s a ballot situation….fingers crossed.

From St Kilda to Kings Cross is thirteen hours on a bus
I pressed my face against the glass and watched the white lines rushing past
And all around me felt like all inside me
And my body left me and my soul went running

Have you ever seen Kings Cross when the rain is falling soft?
I came in on the evening bus, from Oxford Street I cut across
And if the rain don’t fall too hard everything shines just like a postcard
Everything goes on just the same

Fair-weather friends are the hungriest friends
I keep my mouth well shut, I cross their open hands

I want to see the sun go down from St Kilda Esplanade
Where the beach needs reconstruction, where the palm trees have it hard
I’d give you all of Sydney Harbour (all that land, all that water)
For that one sweet promenade

Songwriter-Paul Kelly

How fabulous was Jeff Beck?

Jeff Beck - Guitar
Vinnie Colaiuta - Drums
Tal Wilkenfeld - Bass
Jason Rebello - Keys

• Writer: Nitin Sawhney

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I’m going home
Well, it won’t be long
I didn’t do you wrong
Oh, my honey baby

But I’m going home
I left my baby all alone
But when I get home
Well, you ain’t gonna weep and moan
I said you ain’t gonna weep and moan

I called my baby yesterday and she said she loved me
She was gonna kiss me
And she’s gonna hug me

But I’m going home
I left my baby all alone
But when I get home
Well, you ain’t gonna weep and moan
I said you ain’t gonna weep and moan

I’m going home
Well, it won’t be long
I didn’t do you wrong
Oh, my honey baby

But I’m coming home
I left my baby all alone
But when I get home
Well, you ain’t gonna weep and moan
I said you ain’t gonna weep and moan

I called my baby yesterday and she said she loved me
She was gonna kiss me
And she’s gonna

But I’m going home
Well, it won’t be long
I didn’t do you wrong
So you ain’t gonna weep and moan
So you ain’t gonna weep and moan
So you ain’t gonna weep and moan

Writer: Lewis Durham

You would argue with the water
Argue with the sand and what it’s for
Stand where they meet
With foam on your feet
Try to deny the sea its own shore

You are starry-eyed and cynical
Angry as a catfish in a boat
Every word is barbed
Like rusted wire
Or blank as a deer in the road

Let me tell you what I think
Let me tell you what I think

You could reach it if you run
You could find it if you look
But you still don’t care whose dignity you take
I still call a crook, a crook

You swear that your ship’s not sinking
Throwing tantrums like jetsam out to sea
I see what’s for sale
And what’s for certain
Washing up to greet me

You’re etching your actions in the amber
Hollow fossils to outlive us all
So I will stack up my love
Of what’s right and what we’re made of
And wait for your hate to fall

Let me tell you what I think
Let me tell you what I think

You could reach it if you run
You could find it if you look
But you still don’t care whose dignity you take
I still call a crook, a crook

I will reach it because I run
I will find it because I look
I will not give up my freedom
Like it’s something that I took

I will not give up my freedom
Like it’s something that I took

Songwriters: Crystal and Pete Damore.

Oh! what’s in my cover?
oh! nothing is there
no one on the side ‘my bed
oh! no one gonna make me scared

that’s just you in the mirror
that’s just me with a smoking gun
that’s just her on the floor
oh! paying for the things that she’s done

What you gonna do when it breaks,
when it breaks,
I’m gonna keep on running
What you gonna do when it breaks,
when it breaks,
I’m gonna keep on coming

Way down in the sleepy town
Work in progress

Joe Abbott….Canadian Singer Songwriter….I have no lyrics….Enjoy!