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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.