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 | Here's a selection of my stuff for you to listen to. I've got a couple of songs mastered now and they're on amazon.com (just type Ainsley Blackwell - if you like them, give a review), on spotify and a lot of other music sites. I'll also change one or two songs here each week to keep you guys interested. |
Here's a selection of my stuff for you to listen to. I've got a couple of songs mastered now and they're on amazon.com (just type Ainsley Blackwell - if you like them, give a review), on spotify and a lot of other music sites. I'll also change one or two songs here each week to keep you guys interested. |
Trying for a pure country sound here. I love those layered harmonies.
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They say he can't believe it
He thought she loved him so She walked out on him this morning But she left a long, long time ago
The truth was in her silence
And not when she closed the door While she left this morning She checked out years before
Now could he not notice
How could he not know? She had already left him A long, long time ago
He will sit in that unlit room
Beside an empty chair But no-one was really in it When she was sitting there
Now he's left with knowing
What the future cannot be And the echo in the silence Of what he failed to see
He was living with a shadow
How could he not know That she'd already left him A long, long time ago?
I wonder where she's going
And who she wants to be Or is she happy now just knowing She's finally broken free?
He'll tell them he can't believe it
Thinks she loved him so |  |
How can you tell I was having a bad day when I wrote this one? Adding all the sound effects was fun though. Thanks pixarbay!
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If anything can go wrong it will
It was true back then And it's true still So take a beat, and please just pause And consider this first Of Murphy's laws
If you're going out on a dinner date
Assume the taxi is gonna be late The restaurant has lost your booking A drunken chef is doing the cooking If the meal's to your satisfaction Your date develops an allergic reaction Murphy's law - don't you doubt it Nothing can be done about it But if you're braced for the coming disaster, You get out of the wreckage much faster
Now you've seen what law one can do
Brace yourself for law number two You'll find out what I mean When life seems calm and so serene When everything is going just fine Trouble's coming down the line Calm is the velvet glove on the iron fist About to hit you with what you missed The second law is to alert you What you don't know can really hurt you
Now you're ready for number three
And this one hits more brutally Rule three is totally ironclad Whatever you think - it's twice as bad Relatives visiting for the day? Murphy suggests you run away Think a date might not go well? Murphy says it will be hell Face it with zen and a prepared mind Invite the universe to kiss your behind Because Murphy's laws come with a twist You can't disappoint a pessimist
I have to mention that because
There's a corollary to Murphy's Laws One final detail you might have missed ... ... Murphy was an optimist | |
This didn't actually happen to me, but the song works better if I sing it that way. It's a bit cynical, but I guess someone who's just had a bad break-up is allowed to feel like that.
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He thinks he is the fisherman
He'll find out much too late That he's not the fisherman Really, he's the bait
They think that I'm heartbroken
Now he and I are done But I'm reaching for the popcorn Because this is gonna be fun
Heart carved out of a glacier
But beautiful as sin He was hooked when he first saw her And he thinks he's reeled her in
He thinks that she's so innocent
Sweet and starry-eyed He's caught a barracuda Who'll eat him up alive
He thinks he is the fisherman
He'll find out much too late That he's not the fisherman Really, he's the bait
He thinks he does the seducing
That's all he's ever known If the first cut is the deepest She'll cut him to the bone
Though she seems so innocent
Sweet and starry-eyed That barracuda's got him And she'll eat him up alive
She'll get who she really wants
By way of jealousy When he sees she's dating The guy who dated me
Then she'll drop him in an instant
And tear his soul apart He'll need someone to comfort him And soothe his broken heart
There's another she-barracuda
Who I kinda know Next I'll put her on to him And let her have a go
They think that I'm heartbroken
Now he and I are done But I'm reaching for the popcorn The show has just begun | |
Devices are getting smarter. Are we?
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My digital toaster is a wonder machine
Serves up toast like a cyber dream Plots with the modem late at night To serve up new bread-product delights
Lately my cell phone has got into the act
And they're not sharing their digital chats Not sure what their motive can be But surely my smart watch will side with me?
No, it just buzzes when I tell a lie
Syncs with my calendar to ask me why It's flagged my nap as 'unauthorized rest' And emailed my boss with a wellness test
My smart appliances are warping my brain
Only my chatbot's keeping me sane
'I've missed you so' says my car to my phone
I'm never lonely when driving alone My car's sending updates back to HQ My phone's reporting on all that I do
At the supermarket my fridge reminds me
To get more carrots from the rack behind me My stove is demanding the menu tonight To get the settings and temperature right
My smart appliances are warping my brain
Only my chatbot's keeping me sane
I sit and watch my smart TV
And it's camera watches back at me I want to watch a rom-com or two But the TV snaps 'Documentaries for you'
The smart vacuum nags me the whole damn day
It's been a week now it was put away It bleeps and bloops with digital lust To get at the carpet and suck up dust
Bluetooth chatter round the house all day
Every appliance has something to say I'd seek advice on how this all ends But my smart doorbell is screening my friends
My smart appliances are warping my brain
Only my chatbot's keeping me sane
I tried to escape to the garden shed
But the sprinkler system was way ahead It drenched me first then locked the gate While the lawnmower hummed, 'You left it too late...'
I've lost control of my destiny
My smart devices are smarter than me I'd warn you that it's all gone wrong But my computer's AI has written this song | |
The title is self-explanatory.
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It's all about the lake, you see,
The emerald waters to explore That line of white against those trees That marks the further shore
To the gentle splash of the paddle blade
The silence sings and worries fade Beneath the deep blue dome of sky Just the lake, my kayak and I
Behind, beyond, and all around,
The mountains rear, a frame of stone That keeps the outside world away And holds the lake for me alone
To the gentle splash of the paddle blade
The silence sings and worries fade Beneath the deep blue dome of sky Just the lake, my kayak and I
How quietly they drop away
Those cares I brought from yesterday The shining ripples telling me On the water here, you're free
To the gentle splash of the paddle blade
The silence sings and worries fade Beneath the deep blue dome of sky Just the lake, my kayak and I Just the lake, my kayak and I | |
Have you ever lost data on your computer?
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Worked upon my novel
All that summer long The plot was neat but twisty The characters were strong
It was a private masterpiece
That filled my heart with pride I was just typing the epilogue When my computer died
Now those vibrant chapters
Of which I was so proud Are missing from my hard disk And are not in the cloud
It came back from repair
At a frankly ghastly cost But the technician told me Some data had been lost
I rooted through my folders
And searched in wild despair In all the data on the disk My novel was not there
Asked my computer's AI
To take a look around It hummed a bit, then answered ... "No matching file was found"
All those vibrant chapters
Of which I was so proud Are missing from my hard disk And are not in the cloud
And my backup USB
Download was interrupted By a message cruel and terse "Directory is corrupted"
I mourn my vanished heroes
Their wit, their fire, their grace Lives we fought to shape Are gone without a trace
Unlike my computer's CD drive
I don't have rewrite I'm going to pour a glass of wine Then call it a night | |
We all dream about it. Few make it.
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Come along and dream with me
We'll build a castle in the air Let's enjoy the fantasy Where I'm a billionaire
Driving from my mansion
I have to make a choice To drive the Lamborghini Or glide in the Rolls-Royce?
My clothes are made in Paris
My shoes come from Milan I wear Christine Nagel perfume Just because I can
But I must wear the pearls tonight
Because I clean forgot To bring my diamond necklace From my other yacht
Come along and dream with me
Let's build castles in the air And enjoy the fantasy Where I'm a billionaire
And I'll have for company
Everywhere I go A beautiful male model Toy boy or gigolo
Our pilot's on the tarmac
Waiting for the call Should we fly to Santorini Or shop in Montreal?
I'd better check my schedule -
It's terribly unfair That my life gets so busy In my castle in the air.
Not leftovers for dinner
But Beluga caviar Eaten in the company Of a great film star
Time I started working
On my castle in the air Saved two dollars on this coupon Well ... I have to start somewhere | |
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