Decide I’m gonna make myself
A little something to eat
Get can down off the shelf
Maybe a ittle something sweet

Haven’t spoken to no one
Haven’t been in the mood
Pour some soup, get a spoon and
Stir it up real good

I go out with a friend
Maybe a little music might help
But I can’t pretend
I wish I was somewhere else

I wanna watch the ocean bend
the edges of the sun then
I wanna get swallowed up in
An ocean of love

Put on my coat
Go out into the street
Get a lump in my throat
And look down at my feet

Take the long way home
So I can ride around
Put Neil Young on
And turn up the sound

Drive up the coastline
Maybe Ventura
Watch the waves make signs
Out on the water

I wanna watch the ocean bend
the edges of the sun then
I wanna get swallowed up in
An ocean of love

Stand in the shower
Clean this dirty mess
Give me back my power
And drown this unholiness

Lean over the toilet bowl
And throw up my confession
Cleanse my soul
Of this hidden obsession

I wanna watch the ocean bend
the edges of the sun then
I wanna get swallowed up in
An ocean of love

I wanna watch the ocean bend
the edges of the sun then
I wanna get swallowed up in
An ocean of love

Songwriters: Lucinda Williams

You got your fighters
They like it rough
The left and the righters
They're nothin' but tough
And they can't get enough, can't get enough, no they can't get enough

Then there's the dreamers
Fighting for peace
The righteous redeemers
Knockin' us off our feet
And we can't get enough, we can't get enough, we can't get enough

Above all others
You got the lovers
And it's a wonder
How we love to suffer
And we can't get enough, can't get enough, can't get enough

All the lost souls
That ain't feeling strong
Nobody told em
That they belong

And you got your heroes
That you hold high above
It's hard to believe
They don't get all they need
But they can't get enough, they can't get enough, no they can't get enough

And above all others
You got the lovers
And it's a wonder
How they love to suffer
And we can't get enough, can't get enough, can't get enough

Songwriters-Wood Brothers

Your first name rhymes with the town that you were born in

I've always thought you were so instrumental
I must confess I gave it my best it's true
Oh baby you know I get so sentimental
When that record is on it was your favorite song to dance to

Hey Ramona I met you in Tacoma we stayed up talking
'Til the early morning
Holy toledo I think it's pretty neato
Your first name rhymes with the town that you were born in
You were born in
Hey Ramona

Hey Ramona I met you in Tacoma we stayed up talking
'Til the early morning
Holy toledo I think it's pretty neato
Your first name rhymes with the town that you were born in
Hey Fernando I met you in Orlando
Holy toledo I think it's pretty neato
Your first name rhymes with the town that you were born in

Hey Samantha (I met you out in Tampa)
Bye bye Felicia (that must've been Benicia)
Hey Valentino (we had some fun in Reno)
Oh Ramona

I read the news and her interviews
She went up she went high went low
She chose her words like a connoisseur
But that was a long time ago

Ohhhhhhh
So glad you made it
Ohhhhhhh (la la la, la la la)
We’re so glad you made it

The winter came she took another name
And got a letter from the town where she was born
It said, I don’t know when you’ll be coming back again
Nothing happens much around here anymore

Ohhhhhhh (la la la, la la la)
We’re so glad you made it
Ohhhhhhh (la la la, la la la)
We’re so glad you made it

No misery you’ve got nothing left on me
You can twist the truth but the rules remain the same
There ain’t no way around this
So I said, Babe if you ain’t swimming you’re downing

Fell asleep in a flower bed with rows of roses round my head
And oh my God
So glad you made it
Fell asleep in a flower bed with rows of roses round my head
And oh my God
So glad you made it

No misery you’ve got nothing left on me
You can twist the truth but the rules remain the same
There ain’t no way around this
So I said, Babe if you ain’t swimming you’re downing

So glad you made it

Fantastic Cat is:
Brian Dunne, Anthony D'Amato, Don DiLego, and Mike Montali
www.fantasticcatband.com

Guest Starring:
Adam Duritz
Darryl "DMC" McDaniels

Got to see Jeff once in Australia….amazing…RIP Jeff.

I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still, my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake, we must surely be learning
Still, my guitar gently weeps, yeah

I don’t know how you were diverted
You were perverted, too
I don’t know how you were inverted
No one alerted you

I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
Why my guitar gently weeps
(I look) look at you all
Still, my guitar gently weeps

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, ooh

Songwriters: George Harrison

Billy and Molly….I am in San Francisco and I am hoping that Billy will join Molly on stage today for Hardly Strictly Bluegrass magic…..Fingers Crossed!

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To lay me down, once more
To lay me down with my head in sparklin’ clover
Let the world go by, my love still sleepin’
To lay me down, one last time, to lay me down

To lay me down, oh
To lay me down
To lay me down, one last time, to lay me down

To be with you, to be with you
With our bodies close together
All lost in dream
To lay me down, one last time, to lay me down

To lay me down, oh
To lay me down
To lay me down, one last time, to lay me down

To lie with you, once more, to lie with you
With our dreams entwined together
Let the world go by, my love still sleepin’
To tell sweet lies, one last time and say good night

To lay me down, oh
To lay me down
To lay me down, one last time, to lay me down
To lay me down, oh
To lay me down
To lay me down, one last time, to lay me down

To lay me down, oh
To lay me down, one last time
To lay me down
To lay me down
To lay me down

The last one is just instrumental
I’ll do something obvious
Well, it’ll be a few repetitions, I think

Songwriters: Robert Hunter / Jerry Garcia

Born in darkness, but I fought my way up to the sun

I had a lot of battles

Some I had lost and some I’ve won

But let me tell you, girl

You ain’t seen nothing yet

There’s nothing in this world that I can’t get

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

Give me mountains to crumble and I’ll turn them to sand

Let me put this world in the palm of your hand

Found some teardrops, but I sang my way out of the blues

I had to learn to stand up

Even when they scared me out of my shoes

Oh, but let me tell you, girl

You ain’t seen nothing yet

There’s nothing in this world that I can’t get

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

(You, you)

Say you love me

And I know that half the battle is won

Don’t you worry about nothing

In your mind the best is yet to come

Whoa, let me tell you, girl

You ain’t seen nothing yet

There’s nothing in this world that I can’t get

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

As long as I have you (Long as I have you)

Long as I have you (Yeah)

Songwriter: Buddy Miller

Life is a battlefield

And it’ll drag you right through hell

Bites like a rattlesnake

The kind that you just don’t see on the trail

I miss my father every day

The kinda pain I pray don’t fade away

And the ones above guide me down the road

Yeah, grief is only love that’s got no place to go

From my great granddad in the ground

All the ghosts in my hometown

Yeah, they’re the ones that find me down the road

Yeah, grief is only love that’s got no place to go

Grief is only love

The world is a cannonball

You deal with the feelings you can’t hide

God gave us alcohol

When we need to leave ‘em all inside

I don’t feel like cryin’

But I just keep cryin’

For the ones above to guide me down the road

Yeah, grief is only love that’s got no place to go

From my great granddad in the ground

All the ghosts in my hometown

Yeah, they’re the ones that find me down the road

Yeah, grief is only love that’s got no place to go

Grief is only love

Grief is only love

Grief is only love

I don’t feel like cryin’

But I just keep cryin’

For the ones above to guide me down the road

Yeah, grief is only love that’s got no place to go

So hang onto the hurtin’ and let it grab ahold

Yeah, the only thing’s for certain is it’s out of my control

And grief is only love that’s got no place to go

Yeah, grief is only love that’s got no place to go

Yeah, grief is only love

Grief is only love

Grief is only love

Grief is only love

Grief is only love

Stephen Wilson Jr.-Songwriter

I want you to move to California for yourself,
I want you to find whatever your heart needs.
I want you to move to California for yourself,
But not for me.

I want you to go out there and find somebody else,
I want him to treat you like I know he should.
I want you to find somebody new for yourself,
If not for me.

All of the feelings that I know you never felt,
And all of the simple words you never said.
I want you to keep them like a secret to yourself,
They’re not for me.

I want you to wander silent past my outstretched arms,
I want you to hide yourself from all I see.
And though my heart will fight until its dying breath,
You’re not for me.

I want you to move to California for yourself,
I want you to find whatever your heart needs.
I want you to move to California for yourself,
But not for me.

(Songwriter-Delta Spirit)

If you’re going to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you’re going to San Francisco

You’re gonna meet some gentle people there

For those who come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

In the streets of San Francisco

Gentle people, with flowers in their hair

All across the nation

Such a strange vibration

People in motion

There’s a whole generation

With a new explanation

People in motion

People in motion

For those who come to San Francisco

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

If you come to San Francisco

Summertime will be a love-in there

Songwriter-Scott McKenzie

Cad is gá dom a dhéanamh mura bhfuil mé ag bualadh leat?
Tá ceann folamh agam, yah, agus pearsantacht nua
Eirím níos dofheicthe, is tú imithe, ó mo shaol
Níl aon rud fágtha sa scátháin
An mbeidh mé álainn mhaol?
Yeah

I went away to come back like a prodigal Christian
I lost a little weight, yeah, and gained it back when I missed him
I learned a lot from my being here
How I had to be on my own, yeah
And now I feel just like Cú Chulainn, I feel like Kerry Katona

My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(The mam and the dad)
My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(The present is past)
Everything I thought that I could be
(He cut it in half)
My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(I do all he asks)

I never understood what this way of living could do to me
All the mooching ‘round shops, and the lack of identity
So tryna be what he wasn’t born, all this pop star USA
I think we’re gonna die trying, I wish we weren’t this way

My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(The mam and the dad)
My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(The present is past)
Everything I thought that I could be
(He cut it in half)
My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(I do all he asks)

All the big boys, all the Berties
All the envelopes, yeah, they hurt me
I was twelve when the das started killing themselves all around me (All around me)
And it was normal, building houses
That stay empty even now, yeah
And no one says it out loud but I know it can be better if we hound it

My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(The mam and the dad)
My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(The present is past)
Everything I thought that I could be
(He cut it in half)
My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(I do all he asks)

My Euro, Euro, Euro Country
(I do all he asks)
Woo!
Hey!
Hey!
Ooh
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

Well, I woke up this mornin’ it was drizzlin’ rain
Around the curve come a passenger train
Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan
Jimmy he’s dead, he’s been a long time gone
Been a long time gone, a long time gone

If you want to get to heaven, gotta D-I-E
You gotta put on your coat and T-I-E
Want to get the rabbit out of the L-O-G
You gotta make a commotion like D-O-G
Like D-O-G, like D-O-G, yeah

Well, I got a good woman, what’s the matter with me?
What makes me want to love every woman I see?
I was trifling when I met her now I’m trifling again
And every woman she sees looks like the place I came in
Looks like the place I came in, yeah, woo place I came in

I got my name painted on my shirt
I ain’t no ordinary dude
I don’t have to work
I don’t have to work

Songwriters: Curtis Buck / Waylon Jennings

And below another cracker…and his trbute to Bob Weir….I cried anyway.

Lawd have mercy this show was fucking epic! I danced for 3 hours straight! Is a comment on You Tube…..Barclay Center October….maybe I will see you there.
This is rock and roll the way it should be played….loud, long and with all you got!

Sturgill Simpson is keeping it REAL….don’t miss this tour.

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[Verse 1]

Thank god, it’s finally over

Shit was getting slippery and plumb out of hand

Watching and wondering the way around the world

Like a hungry dog eating from a trash can

Feels like I’m waking up from a coma

Lookin’ ‘round the room and trying to stand

Don’t see my mama, don’t see my daddy

Ain’t got no friends but I’ve still got a band

[Chorus]

Wanna make America fuck again (Fuck again)

Wanna make America wanna love again

Things have been worse but I can’t remember when

Wanna start a revolution, watch it begin

[Verse 2]

Been learning lesson and gettin’ bubbles bustin’

Learning how to turn ADHD into hyper-focus

Getting my heart broke by people I trusted

Weaponizing my autism to shit out an opus

Been coming to terms with my obsolescence

Taking ketamine to kill my depression

Beats being fogged out on antidepressants

Wait, that reminds me, time to book another session

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[Chorus]

Wanna make America fuck again (Fuck again)

Wanna make America wanna love again

Wanna see the ocean every now and then

Well, wanna start a revolution, watch it begin

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]

Need to get back on the wagon

Before I end up back on the train

Need to stop doing dark shit in dark rooms

Just to drown out the pain

Don’t know why everybody’s afraid of me

I’m a sensitive boy when push comes to shove

I got that Hunter Biden energy

I’ll make a hooker fuck around and fall in love

[Chorus]

Wanna make America fuck again (Fuck again)

Wanna make America wanna love again

Wanna make America not suck again

Wanna start a revolution, watch it begin

Watch it begin

Watch it begin

Watch it begin

At night when I’m sleeping
I feel you breathing
It’s subconscious
Subconscious

Only ever half home, I’m
Only ever half alone
With my subconscious
Subconscious

It takes so much time
To find a line
Now I’m higher than I’ve ever been
Fire’s taking oxygen

Words are tired and tense
Words don’t make sense
Words are feathered and light
Words won’t make it
Right

I’m walking down the street,
humming this melody on repeat
It’s subconscious
Subconscious

I find you in a cafe
We proceed to only half-say
So self-conscious
So self-conscious

It takes so much time
To feel alive
Now I’m higher than I’ve ever been
Fire’s taking oxygen

Words are tired and tense
Words don’t make sense
Words are feathered and light
Words won’t make it

Right

Songwriters: Adrianne Elizabeth Lenker

I came here looking for something
I couldn’t find anywhere else
Hey, I’m not tryin’ to be nobody
I just wanna chance to be myself

I’ve spent a thousand miles of thumbin’
Yes, I’ve worn blisters on my heels
Trying to find me something better
Here on the streets of Bakersfield

Hey, you don’t know me, but you don’t like me
Say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judged me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

Spent some time in San Francisco
I spent a night there in the can
They threw this drunk man in my jail cell
I took fifteen dollars from that man

Left him my watch and my old house key
Don’t want folks thinkin’ that I’d steal
Then I thanked him as I was leaving
And I headed out for Bakersfield

Hey, you don’t know me, but you don’t like me
Say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judged me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

Hey, you don’t know me, but you don’t like me
Say you care less how I feel
But how many of you that sit and judged me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

How many of you that sit and judged me
Ever walked the streets of Bakersfield?

Songwriters: Homer Joy

Open the window, and turn up the air

Peanut butter, jelly

Through your long black hair

It feels like summer all over your body

The air is sticking

To every part of your body

Everyone, everyone gathers one day

Then eventually everyone scatters away, okay

You say you miss me, but you didn’t even have me back then

You’ll dance the same way

With your enemies until you’re friends

You say everything’s bad, but thе bad ones matter

You gave hеr up, man

Even though you once had her, now

Here come the wolves, here come the wolves

Prowlin’

Howlin’ like fools, howlin’ like fools

Growlin’

Everyone, everyone gathered in packs

Then eventually, everyone scattered like rats

And they’re not coming back

Oh, no

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Open the window, and turn up the air

Peanut butter, jelly

Through your long black hair

It feels like summer all over your body

I’m gonna undress ya, babe, kiss your naked body

Everyone, everyone gathers one day

Then eventually, everyone scatters their own way

Everyone, everyone gathered in packs

Then eventually, everyone left

And they didn’t come back

Now, here come the wolves, here come the wolves

Prowlin’

Howlin’ like fools, howlin’ like fools

Growlin’

Everyone, everyone gathered one day

Then they all went away

Open the window, and turn up the air

Peanut butter, jelly

The origin story behind the song’s title is almost as good as the song itself. “Once, long ago, a friend described the act of driving with the windows down while still blasting the air conditioning as ‘Peanut Butter Jelly,’” explains Morby. “She told me this phrase was common where she came from but no one I’ve ever talked to has said the same nor can I find anything about it online. But I always loved the phrase and have used it ever since. I also love a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (and all its variations) and so this is a very fun song for me. An end of summer song. Listen to it with the windows down…and the air conditioning up.”

Love me some Kevin and Kate and PBJ

Songwriter: Kevin Morby

Me, I’m just one man
Up on the stage I make my stand
Yes, it’s true I have a band
Up here behind me

While you, you’ve got your crew
and the Secret Service too
and your wife from the EU
But you’re no good at rhyming

So hey, get down off that stage
We’ve heard everything you’ve got to say
You’ve been calling all the shots
You’ve got us all tied up in knots
C'mon man, get off the stage

Now me, I spend half of my life
In an Econoline van
With my band and my wife
And when she steps up to the mic
I’ve seen grown men burst out crying

While you, you’ve got an ugly mouth
You got no heart at all, except for your Russian pal
You’re an obstruction in democracy’s bowel
And the patient is dying

So come down off that stage
Please get off the stage
Come on down and take a seat
We’ll put some John Prine on repeat
All we’re asking is get off the stage

if you were an automobile
You’d be out of gas
With four flat tires
And a smog check that’s never gonna pass
If you were a pair of socks
You’d be full of holes
You’re one bad hombre
So why don’t you just turn around
And go home

And maybe do something with that hair
Take a walk in the park
Visit a renaissance fair
You’re headed for prison, you know
But don’t be scared
The first time is the hardest

Just get down off that stage
We’ve heard everything you’ve got to say
Take a book down off the shelf
Try to love somebody else
Whatever you do, just get off the stage

Songwriter: Chuck Prophet

It’s Monday Morning here in Australia.

I don’t want you to forget…so this goes out to all of YOU….

The revoluotion is in your mind….Back to whatever you were doing now….xx

When I get up, oh, I get up in the morning
All I really want is the truth
Oh, when I open my eyes and I get up in the morning
All I really need is the truth

Where you going, my friend
Have you forgotten when
There was a time filled with hope instead of fear that’s in your heart
There was a time when life was simple and innocent to start
Do you remember
Do you remember

Where you going, my friend
Have you forgotten when
There’s a time when false info wasn’t so rampant in the sphere
There was a time when you weren’t questioning everything you hear
Do you remember
Do you remember

Constantly being advertised a life commercialized and disguised
As happiness in pills and potions, fancy threads and cars in motion
Hypnotized by gilded lies to line the pockets of so few
While hungry politicians feed bullshit to the masses
To ensure their statuses and further divide the classes
Oh, oh

You were born with a voice so open up and speak your mind
Raise consciousness and elevate how we all relate, don’t hesitate
No need to be better or smarter than anybody else
Leave judgement at the door for others and yourself

The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind

Big brother’s watching you and tryin’ to sell you something new
And I just want to take away, take away the blues
Big brother’s watching you and tryin’ to sell you something new
And I just want to take away, take away the blues

The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind

Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution

When I get up, oh, I get up in the morning
All I really want is the truth
Oh, when I open my eyes and I get up in the morning
All I really need is the truth

You were born with a voice so open up and speak your mind
Raise consciousness and elevate how we all relate, don’t hesitate
No need to be better or smarter than anybody else
Leave judgement at the door for others and yourself

The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind

When I get up, oh, I get up in the morning
All I really want is the truth
Oh, when I open my eyes and I get up in the morning
All I really need is the truth

Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution

The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind

Revolution
Revolution
Revolution
Revolution

The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind
The revolution is in your mind

Songwriters: Erika Wennerstrom

Don’t you feel like trying something new
Don’t you feel like breaking out
Or breaking us in two
You don’t do the things that I do
You want to do things I can’t do
Always something breaking us in two

You and I could never live alone
But don’t you feel like breaking out
Just one day on your own
Why does what I’m saying hurt you
I didn’t say that we were through
Always something breaking us in two

They say two hearts should beat as one for us
We’ll fight it out to see it through
I say that won’t be too much fun for us
Though it’s oh so nice to get advice
It’s oh so hard to do

Could we be much closer if we tried
We could stay at home and
Stare into each others eyes
Maybe we could last an hour
Maybe then we’d see right through
Always something breaking us in two

They say two hearts should beat as one for us
We’ll fight it out to see it through
I say that won’t be too much fun for us
Though it’s oh so nice to get advice
It’s oh so hard to do

Could we be much closer if we tried
We could stay at home and
Stare into each others eyes
Maybe we could last an hour
Maybe then we’d see right through
Always something breaking us in two

Always something breaking us in two

Songwriters: Joe Jackson

Even in 2026 Joe is still touring and recording….i got to see him back in the late 70’s and onwards. Grahma Moby was a great bass player!

Born and Died in Jackson, Mississippi.

In between those dates, she shared with us the magic of her voice.

Here is a little taste….if you don’t know her….send me the address of your rock!