I am a Canadian independent singer-songwriter, a mechanical
engineer, computer geek, and entrepreneur. There are a lot of things I believe that can't be
proved through objective third party verification.
These are the symbols and themes that I hold dear,
form the pillar of my spirituality, and paint the
colour of my life.
...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:
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...;-)
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.
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.
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.