Category Archives: Songs

The Coming Storm (Monday Monday Song #29)

KMLS Plays GuitarFolk Rock from Keith Lyndaker for the Belly Hymns Project.

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In His Mind He’s A Cowboy (Monday Monday Song #28)

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December 2000

C: G, C, D, D7, C, G; G C, D, C, D7, G

V: C, G, D, C, G

In his mind, he’s a cowboy and he rides the open plain,
Hunting down the bad guys who hide out in his brain.
They’ve been rustling the cattle in the canyons of his mind
And just when he thinks he caught them, they give him the slip one more time.

Every Saturday night, you’ll find him down at Henry’s Steakhouse,
Talking to the plastic cow by the side of the road.
He says it tells him where they’re hiding out
And if he listens close it will tell him where he needs to go.

In his mind, he’s a cowboy and he rides the open plain,
Hunting down the bad guys who hide out in his brain.
They’ve been rustling the cattle in the canyons of his mind
And just when he thinks he caught them, they give him the slip one more time.

He’s got horse named Bill, it’s only a bicycle, but you can’t convince him of that.
He races across the fields, chasing somebody only he can see.
He says his horse has got a bum leg when he’s got a flat.

In his mind, he’s a cowboy and he rides the open plain,
Hunting down the bad guys who hide out in his brain.
They’ve been rustling the cattle in the canyons of his mind
And just when he thinks he caught them, they give him the slip one more time.

Yeehaw! (lead to verses)

Someday he’ll catch them with his invisible rope and then his life’s work will be done.
But for now he’s a skinny man on a bicycle waving his hand in the air
Or a cowboy riding his horse into the setting sun.
Or a cowboy riding his horse into the setting sun.

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I’m Not A Rock (Monday Monday Song #27)

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To the victims of domestic violence.

I’m not a rock, you can’t just throw me around . . .

Folk rock song by Keith M. Lyndaker written March 14, 1990

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El Salvador (Monday Monday Song #26)

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I had the privilege of visiting Central America on multiple occasions. While the civil wars of the 80s and 90s have faded, the countries are still struggling to recover from decades of war. I offer the following song that I wrote in 1990 as a prayer for the continued healing of this region.

I know a land where the people die
where they kill priests in broad daylight.
I’m tired of reading about it in the news.
Somebody’s got to do something and it’s got to be me and you.

El Salvador. El Salvador.
Your name means the Savior,
El Salvador.
Just like He was crucified,
every day your people die.
El Salvador.
We’re awaiting the resurrection end
to this bloody war.

It doesn’t matter whose side you’re on
when you’re fighting a war
because the ones who suffer the most
are usually the poor.
Those lovely green mountains run red
with the kill.
If we don’t speak out and stop it,
tell me, who will?

El Salvador. El Salvador.
Your name means the Savior,
El Salvador.
Just like He was crucified,
every day your people die.
El Salvador.
We’re awaiting the resurrection end
to this bloody war.

They drop your body out in the street
when they are through
and if you’re lucky your mother will
recognize you
If you’re not, then you are one of
the disappeared.
Come on, Washington, when will you
feel their tears?

El Salvador. El Salvador.
Your name means the Savior,
El Salvador.
Just like He was crucified,
every day your people die.
El Salvador.
We’re awaiting the resurrection end
to this bloody war.


January 12, 1990

Copyright Keith M. Lyndaker All Rights Reserved

Invitation (Monday Monday Song #25)

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Live recording from June 28, 2015. Special thanks to Jason Edwards on the Leslie organ. I realzed that this song is over 25 years old! It still speaks to me. Hope it will speak to you as well.

Lyrics:
This is a song to welcome all of you
Who are far from your home
He stands before you now with open arms
Living proof we’re not alone

Chorus

And I know sometimes the road gets rough
And we can’t find our way
Though it seems like I’m wandering aimlessly
I’m gonna wander anyway

Bridge

This is a song to welcome all of you
Who are not where you want to be
He stands before you now with open arms
With the promise that you’ll soon be free

Chorus

And I know sometimes the road gets rough
And we can’t find our way
Though it seems like you’re wandering aimlessly
Go on and wander anyway

Bridge

This is a song to welcome all of you
Who are locked up inside
He stands before you now with open arms
In his hands the tears you can’t cry

Chorus

And I know sometimes the road gets rough
And we can’t find our way
Though it seems like I’m wandering aimlessly
I’m gonna wander anyway

Bridge

December 12, 1989

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