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
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.
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Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
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
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
Monday, October 18, 2004
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
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
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