HEAL THE CHILDREN

Hello fine folks,

Song Track : Heal the Children

Well!!, in anticipation of the ensuing new year I've put a re-enforced concrete lid on the "CATACLYSM" musical project....I've literally stuffed 1 hour and 20 minutes (23 songs) on 1 CD and thus required a well engineered cap.. If you email me your snail mail address I will gladly mail you a copy of the final CATACLYSM release CD or ...just ask me if you see me to give you a copy and I may just have one for you.

I am pleased to announce the launch of a new musical campaign for 2005 code named: "THE CAT CONTINUUM" and also with an inaugural song attached below for your viewing pleasure. This song is also a submission to the New Foundation for their show at the Hugh's Room in January. The theme for this upcoming show is GLOBALIZATION and I am honored to give you my musical take on this hot topic:

HEAL THE CHILDREN :Lyrics

What's yours is yours.
What's mine is mine, but
maybe we should feed the children, together.
What goes around,
all comes around, but
maybe we should heal the children, together.
Turn up your nose,
I turn my cheek, but
maybe we should free the children, together.
The world is large,
yet the world is small;
if we fail to save the children, together.

What's yours is yours, what's mine is mine.
What goes around, comes around.
The world is large, the world is small.

Best wishes for the holidays,

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

EDEN

Hello to all,

I am pleased to release to you all this evening the MP3 files of "Eden" on behalf of the Players of Instruments (POI) collective.

POI EDEN CD TRACKS

Special thanks to Keith Winter and his crew at Sentex Communications for their continued support and resources to make this internet thing work for us.

Cheers,
PJ

ON THE FARM

Hello to all fine folks...

Song Track : On The Farm

I'm pleased to release a "happy fall on the farm" song for you all. This was meant to be a submission for the New Folk North show at the OCFF this year but I didn't get it done in time. I managed to see the New Folk North Show and was absolutely endeared by the wonderful artists and their brilliant songs. KUDOS to Trevor and Tony for pulling this together and to these awesome artists. Here's my better late than never "on the farm" song:

On the Farm : Lyrics

If city lights and crowds annoy you
why not venture to the farm?
If rolling hills of flowers excite you
why not venture to the farm?

Faces are friendly,
each one you meet.
Worries are seldom,
life is so sweet
on the farm.

Tuesday night is horseback riding
over at Brightwater farm.
Pretty girls with rosy cheeks
groom their horses in the barn.

Faces are friendly,
each one you meet.
Worries are seldom,
life is so sweet
on the farm.

Every fall green thumbs compare
their produce at the local fair.
Diesel fumes from tractor pulls
permeate the cold fall air.

Faces are friendly,
each one you meet.
Worries are seldom,
life is so sweet
on the farm.

Bees make honey, wine ferments,
beer is brewed at father's home.
Mother is in the garden picking lettuce
for a salad of her own.

Faces are friendly,
each one you meet.
Worries are seldom,
life is so sweet
on the farm.

Cheers,

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

FOR MY OWN

Good day to all fine folks,

Song Track :FOR MY OWN

I am pleased to release my "Sex song" for The New Foundation group of songwriters. When I write a song I try to arrive at simply expressing the fundamentals of a given topic. This generally leads to a song that can be freely interpreted in many different ways. Sex is the cataclysmic event that stimulates all of the senses and that has far reaching ramifications in our lives and in the course of the unfolding universe. It is the ultimate expression of our unique signature and it is the closest that we, as living beings, come to being together....Of course I leave it for you to come up with your own crazy interpretations.

FOR MY OWN : Lyrics

My love is like an iron chain,
do I hold my head in shame?
You are the flower with a name
that I hold firm in my hands.

The night is near and my heart sits on a throne.
Tonight, my dear, may I have you for my own?

For my own
Not alone

We have desire to carry on
let our children lead the way.
In time we share the knowledge
of past choices never made.

The change is clear that we'll live for ever more.
Tonight, my dear, may I have you for my own?

For my own
Not alone

I hold you close like no one can
but the feeling never stays.
It's searching for a grain of sand
tumbling hopeless through the days.

The point is clear that this passion has it's place.
Tonight, my dear, may I have you for my own?

For my own
Not alone

All the best to everyone,

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

JUST TO BRIGHTEN UP YOUR DAY

Greetings to all...

Song: Just to Brighten up Your Day

While camping on Georgian bay this summer I actually wrote 4 chants including Georgian Waves. This particular song I have been taking my time and maturing it, like wine, through jam sessions, performances and studio effort. I performed an unfinished version of this at the Distillery this past Monday and, today, am happy to give you a finished version.....

JUST TO BRIGHTEN UP YOUR DAY : Lyrics

It's just a smile to chase your blues away,
just a sigh to end the day.
Hole in the clouds to let the sun shine through,
just to brighten up your day.

Just a sweet kiss to set your heart ablaze,
an embrace to make you stay.
Hole in the clouds to let the moon beams through,
just to brighten up your day.

just simple words to make you understand,
with a song to make you sway.
Hole in the clouds to let your spirit fly,
just to brighten up your day.

It's just a smile to make your blues go away,
just a sigh to end your day.
Hole in the clouds to let the sun shine through,
just to brighten up your day.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy...

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

CORPORATE BLUES 1-1/4

Hello Friends,

This is a sneak release of some older tunes after producing "The Corporate Blues Tracks". There were many more songs than this but these were the songs that I selected from the batch. It was unlikely that I would revisit these songs and so I give them to you here instead:

Track 1. 4 Score
Track 2. Castle Walls
Track 3. Dark Curtains
Track 4. Road Rage
Track 5. Square Dance
Track 6. Stepping Stone
Track 7. Take Six
Track 8. Lifes' Rush Karaoke

Cheers,

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

GEORGIAN WAVES

Hello to all wonderful people,

Georgian Waves: Song Track

I've been on a break from producing music yet I have been very busy performing, recording, and concocting strange "brue glass" with several different groups of musicians.

I was recently introduced to the concept of a chant from my friend Bruce Jones who has just put together a compilation CD called "Amazon Dreams". This is my favorite new Jazz CD featuring great artists and beautiful songs written by Bruce. Many of the songs are what he terms "chants".

I recently took the family camping at our favorite perch on Georgian bay in Meaford Ontario. As always, we were enchanted and drawn to the sound of the waves breaking on the beach. I brought the recording gear camping and thus decided to put together a chant called Georgian Waves. This is dedicated to Bruce and Pat who are in California right now enjoying the same sounds on the beach and concocting their own style of "brue glass" as we speak ;-)...Enjoy!!

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

CUP HALF EMPTY

Eureka!!!
Cup Half Empty: Song Track

All this time the cure for mid-life dementia was right under my nose! ..I'm sure everyone has cured hiccups by drinking upside down from a cup right? .. Well that's it!!..the mid-life thing; just a hiccup... simply drink upside down from a cup half empty and, voila!!, the cure for all mid-life dementia and crisis!!!...just don't spill any up your nose because it ruins the moment of euphoria...;-)

Cup Half Empty: Lyrics

Ask me and I'll tell you a lie
that all things good must wither and die.
This thought I speak with serious face.
Enjoy you may these bitter tastes
from a cup half empty.

A fable told of love gone awry
untrue as only passion does fly.
Like ocean swells the passion dives
with grace to sip the endless tides
from a cup half empty.

Does the wind call your name?
Does it throw you around?
Does it all go away
if you drink upside down
from a cup half empty?

Does it all go away
if you drink upside down
from a cup half empty?

Ask me and I'll tell you a lie
that all things good must wither and die.
This thought I speak with serious face.
Enjoy you may these bitter tastes
from a cup half empty.

Best regards and wishes to all,

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

FOREVER A STEP

WELL!!!!!!!

Do you ever have the feeling you are on the verge of something but it always seems just a step away from being your ideal reality? This sense of constant urgency seems to be a forward motivating force field; there's always a dream to live.

This is a pop rock tune with a northern first nations combined with a Brazilian off-beat jungle rhythm.

Forever A Step:Song Track

FOREVER A STEP: Lyrics

Although the sky may fall,
the ocean may open and swallow us all.
The dream it dwells in a river
while marching am I to the hot fire cry.

Forever just a step away.
Dream our dream another day, until the end.

I start but cannot complete,
for fear of having no dreams in the keep.
But here the kingdom is vast
where many before us will live their dreams last.

Forever just a step away.
Dream our dream another day, until the end.

While we struggle with thirst,
the moment is near to live our dream first.
Close the dream it does call
and many weary souls do fall.

Forever just a step away.
Dream our dream another day, until the end.

Although the sky may fall,
the ocean may open and swallow us all.
The dream it dwells in a river
while marching am I to the hot fire cry

Forever just a step away.
Dream our dream another day, until the end.

Best regards to all

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

POLITICAL RAT RACE SHUFFLE

Greetings to everyone,

Political Rat Race Shuffle

POLITICAL RAT RACE SHUFFLE:Lyrics

I'll take a bow, then, pour me up some more Champaign.
Tonight we celebrate the victory of the vain.
As the bubbles rise all inhibition fades,
I warm to trophy spoils of the rat race game;

A fancy car, a new fur coat.
A bank account, six digits to float.

To tell you the truth that this way is a shell of a dream
that we had when the miracle happened to be our life.

Let us clear the land and put a factory there.
We'll make a fortune poisoning the water and air.
Don't have to think, just imagine all the money from this place.
Another gang of bureaucrats can make their way;

A fancy car, a house in the burbs.
An indexed pension, on our work it does serve.

To tell you the truth that this way is a shell of a dream
that we had when the miracle happened to be our life.

A fancy car, a new fur coat.
A bank account, six digits to float.

To tell you the truth that this way is a shell of a dream
that we had when the miracle happened to be our life.

I'll take a bow, then, pour me up some more Champaign.
Tonight we celebrate the victory of the vain.

Best regards to all!!!

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

WRITER'S BLOCK BLUES

Greetings on a sunny Sunday to all kind people,

Writer's Block Blues: Song Track

I woke up Saturday with strange harmonies rolling through my brain and had to act on them before they vanished into the mist as these musical ideas will if they are not performed shortly after invading my space. I was in a blue mood and thus wrangled these concepts into a blue song about having writer's block and the possibility of not being able to write songs when one has the blues. This song is in the style of Steely Dan...WARNING! It is very easy listening and has put me to sleep a couple of times while I was listening and uploading today...do not operate heavy machinery while listening :-) ..

WRITER'S BLOCK BLUES: Lyrics

When the voices talk inside my head
in music they do speak.
Whispering songs made of perfect notes,
sometimes a dream that can be played.

Is it in time?
Should the words rhyme?
Am I just out of my head?
Will it ever please my lover's ear?
Is it in style?
Will it walk a mile?
Will they only tear the song apart?
Will it only break my lover's heart?

The dream expands to fill an empty space,
music permeates the air.
One foot ahead is further from that place
of silence, darkness and despair.

Is it in time?
Should the words rhyme?
Am I just out of my head?
Will it ever please my lover's ear?
Is it in style?
Will it walk a mile?
Will they only tear the song apart?
Will it only break my lover's heart?

Is it in style?
Will it walk a mile?
Will they only tear the song apart?
Will it only break my lover's heart?

Best regards and have a great week

PJ

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

LIFE'S WALTZ

Excellent Friends and Family!!!

Life's Waltz: Song Track

Today I decided to finish this ditty for you because I could. This song started as an unplugged campfire concept and I then I heard a larger version in my mind. I gathered every tone and style that I like except the kitchen sink sound and except the folks on the Harley Davidsons up and down Winston Churchill Blvd sounds...and brewed up this "blues-soul-revival-country-cowboy-waltz" song... because I could....and there's not a lot of words this time...so I'll almost remember them at the next camp fire...maybe ;-). Terri and Cassie generously offered to be crash test victims for this song...Thanks to Terri and Cassie...

LIFE'S WALTZ: Lyrics

Take me out in style,
such a short time to be.
Sentimental child
full of wonder, running free.

Although the world seems heavy,
like it tries to press you down,
the weight is all illusion,
your imagination wild.

Walk me down the aisle
and never let me go.
Impressionable child,
will always be so.

Have a wonderful weekend folks!!!

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

SLOW DANCING IN THE TWILIGHT

Hello to all fine folks and also welcome to new recipients on the Digital Birdman distribution list!

Slow Dancing Dancing in the
Twilight: Song Track

Well!!...I decided to get serious about writing a more popular style of country/folk song. The engineer 'analyst' buried deep inside me decreed that it had to follow a strict production formula and execution sequencing. First was devised a mathematically clever guitar progression that tickled the inner ear with particularly enjoyable resonant styling and predictably comfortable changes. The next complex convolution was a very strong love sentiment setting into a foundation upon which to write words of a strong love sentiment nature...and...voila!!! the blueprint and prototype for PJ Slack's popular country/folk song was born and the inaugural track burned onto the drive after 50 takes....my voice totally shot after 2 late evenings of takes to get it almost right for all of you...

The next step in the song genesis was to tweak and then test the prototype to ensure the enduring primacy of public safety everywhere... and so.. the other night at Bruce's barbecue event gathered a particularly diverse group of unknowing crash test victims around a campfire ambiance; a picture perfect popular country/folk song venue and test suite. I cleared my throat, limbered and warmed my fingers and set the crash vehicle in motion thus commencing the precarious test procedure. The test vehicle was loosing nuts and bolts as it shimmied down the track as I had forgot the words in the nervous manner that I perform and couldn't read them from the sheet because it was too dark outside.... my fingers fumbling ...
looking for those supposedly enjoyable changes in the dark. Finally, the children were lulled asleep, the dogs whimpered, the cats purred, the ladies sighed, the crickets stopped chirping , and master maestro Bruce gave an approving smile...AS IF ALL AT ONCE IN A CATACLYSMIC CALAMITY OF ERROR, the popular style country song had tested compatible and safe for this particular version of the universe and suitable for public consumption.

This love sentiment is for Terri, my wonderful slow dancing partner since 1981, and dedicated to all of you and your loving, slow dancing mates..

SLOW DANCING IN THE TWILIGHT: Lyrics

Embrace into the night,
whisper in my ear.
Deafened by my heart
singing of undying love.
Savour every moment.
So crystal clear
I hear your love
right next to mine.
Slow dancing in the twilight
we sail into the night together
and it feels so right
a warm embrace forever together.
Love in trance
in unison we dance.
Innocence and wonder
deepening romance.
Savour every moment.
So crystal clear
I hear your love
right next to mine.
Slow dancing in the twilight
we sail into the night together
and it feels so right
a warm embrace forever together.
Voices in the night
saying all things right.
We walk along a rainbow
to all a wondrous sight.
Savour every moment.
So crystal clear,
I hear your love
right next to mine.
Slow dancing in the twilight,
we walk into the night together,
and it feels so right,
a warm embrace forever together.

Thank you to all for your many kind words of encouragement and for your enduring patience.

Peter J Slack
The artist formerly know as PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

LULLABY OF THE MULTIVERSE

Greetings fine people,

I read an abstract by a scientist who is intent on proving that parallel universes (ie the multiverse) exist. His method is to construct a quantum computer and essentially perform a calculation such that parts of the calculation are done in the parallel universes and combine to the final answer in our universe; sort of multitasking in the multiverse. So I got to thinking...given that our brains are essentially quantum computers of a sort, then perhaps when we dream our brains are actually drawing on images from parallel universes. I was thus inspired to write a lullaby to help everyone to get to sleep and experience the multiverse. You'll notice that the chorus in this song is slightly different each time....you just have to use your imagination that each chorus in fact exists in a different universe ;-)...So here it is, live off the floor from the catatorium..

Lullaby of the Multiverse: Song Track

LULLABY OF THE MULTIVERSE: Lyrics

Close your eyes and drift away.
All your troubles vanish

into the infinite center of a dream
of a thousand faces of you and I.

Rest your head and slumber
on this pillow soft and

into the infinite center of a dream
of the many faces of you and I.

Bring no fear, just let go.
Set your spirit floating

into the beautiful center of the dream
of a thousand faces of you and I.

Dreams collide to take form
of the new day we live joyful

into the infinite center of the dream
of a thousand journeys of you and I.

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

LIGHT FANTASTICA

Hello friends,

I sincerely wish that everyone is enjoying life to the fullest extent possible.

Light Fantastica: Song Track

We were having a party in Whitehorse over at big sister Wendy's house to kick off a new business venture. We had all the players there and there was a geologist friend who came up to me and said "people here say that there is an incredible energy band that crosses the Yukon and, if you look closely, the colours are protruding from the third eye on my forehead" as he pointed to his forehead. Two sheets to the wind, I squinted at his forehead and, in my best redneck accent, I said; "Buddy!? I can't see yer third eye"....for me, things progressed into the much stranger category from that point.

This was originally intended to be a rock song but....I wanted to be different today... Here's a country song for y'all:

LIGHT FANTASTICA: Lyrics

Suddenly, in a blinding flash of light,
I had to close my eyes.
Coincidence, or was it meant to be
That only I would see the blue sky?

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

20 days and 20 long, long nights,
A thousand year rain.
The water mark had reached the final crest,
Our livelihoods on the line.

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

Opening up, the sky told me its plan,
The water and the air of life.
Opened up, I told the sky my plan
Of the water and the air of life

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

Suddenly, in a blinding flash of light
I had to close my eyes.
Coincidence, or was it meant to be
That only I would see the blue sky?

It was a long haul road with that light fantastica,
trailing me every step of the way.

ALL THE BEST FOR THE LONG WEEKEND

PJ

PS) HERE'S THE ROCK PRE-VERSION:
LONG ROAD: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

A LOSS FOR WORDS

Hello once again to all fine people,

A Loss For Words: Song Track

A dear friend gave me this book by a fellow named Douglas Hofstadter who had written a column in the Scientific American magazine called "Metamagical Themas" (also the title of the book). In the preface he begins to describe what he calls "Whirly Art" which describes as his particular form of artistic expression. As he describes; he begins with a form (many times the alphabet) and then begins to freely doodle strange variations of lines and patterns off the top of his head and onto the paper creating new alphabets and "fontscapes" with no purpose or practical end use intended.

I could relate to this sort of obsession given that most everyone in my family does this whirly art of one form or another while talking on the phone or doing something while having a pen and paper in hand. I don't think there are any Slacks who can just jot down a phone number without frilling it up with whirly art and I certainly have never sat through a meeting without a full page of doodling..

When the kids arrive at home at the end of the school day, they litter the house with free form "whirly art" for which I have a large stack of paper and markers available. It's really a great pass time to exercise creative tensions and sometimes there are some very interesting and wonderful creations that emerge. In my opinion Douglas is on to something big here...

Finally I realized that I needed to confess to all of you that much of the music I create is doodling whirly art!!. I begin with a pleasing construct with form and then layer all sorts of free form expressions on top with no purpose or practical end use other than to annoy all of you with endless uploads. This particular song I tried to write words and construct a vocal melody but it just wasn't working for me. Some times there are words that don't require music and some times there is music that doesn't require words. So I decided to do some whirly art with the guitar voice instead, and backed up with some far north Brazilian backdrop. Most people wouldn't consider broadcasting their whirly art on the internet....But why not?!! ...It would be revolutionary!! ;-)

All the best to all of you,

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

BROWN JUG SEPARATION

Dearest and most gracious music listeners..

Brown Jug Separation: Song Track

I sincerely hope everyone is on top of the world.

One of the most difficult things to do as a performer (at least for me) is to play an instrument and sing at the same time. For the past 4 months I have been working on techniques to achieve "separation" in my performance on guitar and piano both along with vocals and also separation in guitar and piano playing techniques in themselves. This song is a my benchmark thus far for guitar and vocals. The song is about my chosen separation from beer ...It kind of makes you want to have a beer...hmmmmmmm

I was inspired by some other performers to write and perform this song and it is dedicated to, and in the style of 2 musicians whom I met recently. Both of these performers have super natural abilities of separation and are both incredible artists.

The first fine fellow is Trevor Mills ( TREVOR MILLS ). The second time I met Trevor we sort of spontaneously decided to find some instruments and jam. While we were jamming I was totally blown away that he could carry on a perfectly normal conversation with another person (who was with us but not jamming) while jamming with me....The whole thing threw me off just thinking about what was going on at that moment :-) I finally figured out that this was Trevor's way of achieving separation of guitar playing and singing. He really is incredible and he is an inspiration to me. I highly recommend his new album "Karyoke Cowboy".

The other fine fellow is Manitoba Hal ( MANITOBA HAL ) who completely blew my mind when he performed at the Hughs room some time ago. His latest album "This Condition" is an absolute must for anyone who enjoys the style of this song. I've been working a similar guitar method with the help of Bruce who gave me some classical pieces to study in order to achieve separation of the thumb and forefingers in a unique finger picking style like Manitoba Hal....

...So here it is, live off the floor (only one track this time... ;-) from the catatorium on Winston Churchill BLVD...

Brown Jug Separation: Song Track

BROWN JUG SEPARATION: Lyrics

I found joy in a little brown jug;
you press it to your lips and it feels like love.

...ahhhh not like any kind of love you want...cold crystal clear love!!!

You can buy the brown jug at the market square.
The lady will tell you "you're going to grow hair".

....ahhh not like any hair you want....brown jug hair...

When you're making sweat, and your throat is dry,
the little brown jug; by your side.

....won't be making sweat for much longer...you'll be on your back..too
many brown jugs will do that to you, yah know...

In my garage, in a far dark corner;
a thousand brown jugs we call the dead soldiers.

...ahhh not like any war you've seen...a war of leisure...a war with
yourself.

Then one day I came to my senses;
I threw brown jug away and started mending fences.

...ahhhh I had a lot of fences to mend...police towed my car...just going
crazy everywhere.

I once found joy in a little brown jug;
you press it to your lips and it feels like love.....but it isn't.

LOVE TO ALL

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

THE EXTRA CONVERSATION

Hello music listeners,

Today I have no music but instead some writing inspired by some scientific concepts floating around out there. It is very difficult not to be inspired by the bright minds, talents and passions of the many great scientists on our planet searching for truth and discovering themselves among other incredible and magical things. For all, the pursuit is a struggle and is truly fine art in so much as theories can be expressions and opinions that others can either accept or reject.

..And so love it or hate it... Here is an expression and an opinion :-)

THE EXTRA CONVERSATION

On the edge of my mind are the words I want to say,
yet without voice, the words are spoken anyways.
I hear the words on the edge of your mind,
urging me not to speak those words today.

It's the extra conversations that create
the sometimes silent, awkward pause in time,
to allow the seed of the same thoughts in each mind,
to speak in locked rhythms of ocean, air and other earthly places
complete.

It's the extra conversation that intertwine the senses
thus weaving a thought complete with wonder and hope
of a better place far off in the rays of the sun expressed,
where words can flow harmless as a gentle breeze.

It's the extra conversation that is the vessel
carrying the truth in our words and in our hearts
to shed all doubt that we say what we mean
and what we say is in a meaningful way received.

On the tip of my tongue are the words I want to say.
Near or far those words travel, without speaking,
to the thoughtful observers transcending both time and space,
and whose careful voices whisper back the body of all knowledge for ever
assuring a place for the meanings of the words I want to say.
Finally replying "I know", shedding the rays of all knowledge through the
universe in a cascading symphony of belonging.

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

SILENCE SPOKEN

...An Acoustic Instrumental

Silence Spoken: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack,SOCAN

LET THE SUN SHINE

...kind of a rock tune...
Let The Sun Shine: Song Track

LET THE SUN SHINE: Lyrics

Let the sun shine on your heart.
Let the sun shine on your soul.
From the center of our universe,
There is a light that shines upon us all.

Free of guilt.
Free of hate.
Free of self.
Free of pain.


...Enjoy!!!

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

THE CORPORATE BLUES TRACKS

...THIS IS A CHAIN LETTER AND GOOD LUCK WILL COME TO THOSE WHO FORWARD TO AT LEAST 3 OTHERS...

This is to announce a free web release of the first PJ Slack album: "The Corporate Blues Tracks". All of the lyrics and full length (128kbs) MP3 files are available free of charge and for your own private use. Go to the following web page:

PETER J SLACK: THE CORPORATE BLUES TRACKS

Feel free to make a personal CD for your private use and also add this to your private MP3 library collection on your fantastic computer device(s).


1. Another Day

2. Point Source

3. Tribal Knowledge

4. Six Sigma

5. Golf

6. So Cold

7. Life's Rush

8. Mush

9. Off Blues

10. Circles

11. Distance

12. I-Oasis

13. Silicon System

14. Blue Sunday

15. Cadilac

16. Catch Phrase

17. Celebration

18. Sprawl


Please tell your friends (forward this email) about this site and invite them to tell their friends. There are no explicit words or concepts and so the music is also suitable for kids.

Peace, Love and Grooviness

PJ Slack

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

LOWVILLE

Well!!!

Wouldn't you know.... the other day while driving through Lowville I heard a strange choir singing in a little stone church on the edge of town. It was none other than the Erin Redneck Tabernacle Revival! Since I had all of my gear I quicky set up and recorded this song...;-)

Lowville: Song Track

LOWVILLE: Lyrics

Living life high in the pristine mountains,
You can hear the angels cry,
Having mercy on those poor souls of Lowville.
On the outskirts of town,
In the fields of freshly cut green,
The river cuts through the soul of Lowville.

Further down the road is a den of snakes,
With poison in their fangs and rattles on their tails,
Ready to strike the unsuspecting travelers through Lowville.
From the falling hills of white and gray,
That once overlooked ancient lakes with ancient creatures,
In the middle of the saddle of crumbling spires is Lowville.

Looking out over the fields of wheat,
Along the road where the sun sets in the east,
Is the little stone church of Lowville,
Where the solemn souls march to their pace,
And go to make their peace.
Lifting their spirits high from the depths of Lowville.

Fallen are the children whose family are their slaves.
They look down from the crystal palaces high,
Into the lowly depths of Lowville.
Marching are the armies that take no prisoners,
On the edge of a land that is no place,
Hear only the cry of those lonely souls of Lowville.

Living life high in the pristine mountains,
You can hear the angels cry,
Having mercy on those poor souls of Lowville.
Walk the path of the righteous and step down,
To give your hand, your love, your attention,
To those unfortunate souls in Lowville.

THE WORLD WILL BE A BETTER PLACE.!

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

FALLING OVER

Hello to all fine, incredible people,

I awoke the other day with the urge to write and produce another song for the "Cataclysm" project, but even more important, for all of you. I then spent the next few days working this tune out of my head and am now happy to send as a low fat Easter treat email. The link to the mp3 file is directly below and the lyrics are at the bottom of this email.

Falling Over: Song Track

I have a few announcements to get out of the way here:

All "PJ Slack" releases will also be SOCAN ( SOCAN ) as I am now a member of this society.

"The Corporate Blues Tracks" is slated to be released under an "Open Source" license for music. This will be available in the near future and freely downloadable and free for you to distribute for non-comercial use....The world changes...

I have recently been added to the cast of songwriters who produce a show at the Hugh's room in Toronto called "the Monthly Show". The organization is called "The New Foundation" ( The New Foundation ). If you are in the city and have a chance, go to see this fantastic show!!

The Bruce Jones project is nearing completion. I will let you know as soon as there are CD's and other information available but, in the meantime, I might be able to convince Bruce to release one or two choice mp3's through the Digital Birdman network ;-)...(VERY EXCITING!!!)

........................

One of the greatest perpetual cataclysms has to be spring time. Although this song is indirectly about spring and inspired by spring, it is intended as a celebration of renewal and change....Enjoy!

FALLING OVER: Lyrics

I threw all the papers away.
I finally lost my way, some say.
Even as the world bleeds more every day,
the sun shines down today,
showing us the path to take.

[CHORUS]
Falling over,
falling down.
Starting over,
from the ground, once again.

Feelings can get in the way,
of seeing clearly through each day.
Even if I were to throw my picture book away,
the images never fade.
Living colour through the haze.

[CHORUS]
The snow and ice melt away,
and life can be on its' way once again.
Even if a fire swept all the life away,
the seed is planted again,
in the ground to grow another day.

[CHORUS]

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

Love and Peace to all,

PJS

MAJESTIC BLUES

Hello once again fine listeners,
Majestic Blues: Song Track

For the remix of this particular piece, I've called upon the expertise of the Wellington County Redneck Tabernacle Revival......:-)...

...Enjoy ;-)

P

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

ALMOST

Hello to all fine people,
Almost: Song Track

Here's an inaugural song from back in the studio space that was flooded a couple months back. The space is almost finished, the project is almost finished and it's almost spring. I'm testing the new creative zen energy potential of the extra thick and much brighter carpet in the studio space. For those of you who have been to the studio you will know that the old carpet was a coffee stained, bright orange...very attractive and inspirational in a bizzar kind of way (oh...well as example...The Corporate Blues Tracks; inspired by the bright orange carpet while sitting on the pink Sofa with melted crayon stains that was donated by Wendy...while I was hung over (many times)). By the way, Wendy, the new carpet and the pink sofa go well together :-)

Towards the end of the day, while working this tune, I was fighting with the cat continuum (our 5 cats) for the very nice sun beams coming through the window that now is in front of my computer. The cats, it would seem, like to watch the sun and listen to tunes while wrestling occasionally on the new, extra thick carpet.

....Enjoy,

P

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack

CUPID'S ARROW

A VALENTINE'S DAY SONG NATURALLY

Cupid's Arrow: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

NORTHBOUND

Northbound: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

CAMERON

Cameron: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN

ADOLESCENCE

Adolescence: Song Track

WORDS & MUSIC ©2004 Peter J. Slack, SOCAN