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SONG – Midnight Train

Eclectic blues song from the Belly Hymns Project. Written and performed by Keith Lyndaker. A 2014 Tongue Screw Records Release and PeaceGrooves Production.

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Songs Seldom Sung: The Wall

I built this wall stone by stone.
I built it high. I built it long.
And it will be here when I’m gone.

I built this wall stone by stone.

Many years ago it seems my neighbor said some words to me
And though I do not remember them twas that day the wall began.

I built this wall stone by stone.
I built it high. I built it long.
And it will be here when I’m gone.

I built this wall stone by stone.

Some days I wondered of the life lived by my neighbor on the other side.
But alas the wall had grown too high and higher still the wall inside.

I built this wall stone by stone.
I built it high. I built it long.
And it will be here when I’m gone.

I built this wall stone by stone.

One night a storm thundered round. A bolt of fire came crashing down.
It smote the wall betwixt the stones and scattered the rock across the ground.

Morning found my neighbor and I each laboring to rebuild our side.
If only we could let go our pride and then I held his hand in mine.

We built this house stone by stone
from the wall that lay here for so long.
My neighbor and I call it our home.
We built this house stone by stone.

Lyrics written 2/13/00

SSS: This series features the many songs I have written over the years that will probably never grace a record, move through a microphone, or echo through a radio speaker. I offer them here as windows into the mind and heart of a songwriter. Perhaps they will resonate with you. If you so desire, put some music to one and let me know.

Songs Seldom Sung: Here Comes a Musician

Washington DC 6:50 PM
I walk down the sidewalk to a gig with the
baggage that comes from a musician.

What I need is a roadie or two or three
but I get no offers from the pedestrians
or the pretty people in the cafes on the street.

A mother speaks to her daughter.
She spies a man with mission.
“Get out of the way, Honey.
Here comes from a musician.”

7 PM Food for Thought, It’s a poor exchange.
Although I’ve had a meal or two whet the
appetite of my brain.

What I need is a contract and a little money,
but what I got can’t be bought and it’s
worth too much to give it away for free.

I keep my hands on my guitar.
I am a man with a mission.
“Get out of the way, Honey.
Here comes from a musician.”

August 1, 1998

SSS: This series features the many songs I have written over the years that will probably never grace a record, move through a microphone, or echo through a radio speaker. I offer them here as windows into the mind and heart of a songwriter. Perhaps they will resonate with you. If you so desire, put some music to one and let me know.

Songs Seldom Sung: RT. 340 Preservation Project

Big steps backwards.
Who needs another highway?
Big steps backwards.
Where are you going anyway?

Folks moving out to the country to get some elbow room.
What was wrong with the elbows you were bumping in the city you left so soon?

Big steps backwards.
Who needs another highway?
Big steps backwards.
Where are you going anyway?

Life moves so fast as it is you miss so much.
This old road is going to slow you down.
You got a road that slows you down
you want to speed it up.

Big steps backwards.
Who needs another highway?
Big steps backwards.
Where are you going anyway?

What is the price you are willing top pay
to destroy the bridge to yesterday?

Big steps backwards.
Who needs another highway?
Big steps backwards.
Where are you going anyway?

You build the future without the past.
What is left for your children?
The stream flows into the river.
The stream flows and the river runs.

Big steps backwards.
Who needs another highway?
Big steps backwards.
Where are you going anyway?

January 20, 2001

SSS: This series features the many songs I have written over the years that will probably never grace a record, move through a microphone, or echo through a radio speaker. I offer them here as windows into the mind and heart of a songwriter. Perhaps they will resonate with you. If you so desire, put some music to one and let me know.