El Borko
Brook Adams

Story

Sunday March 11 and I wrote this song. I really like the way it came out.

Lyrics

Gonna write a strummy song. Gonna play it all day long.

Gonna feel the sunshine comin' down.

Sing about dogs and cats, little kids with funny hats.

Sing about some crazy thing I found.

 

Hold on tightly while you can.

Let your heart begin to understand.

There ain't no perfect plan.

Just do the best you can.

 

Feelin' like the lucky one. Smilin' in the morning sun.

Even though I had my share of sadness

Anyone who cut me slack, and everyone who loved me back.

Think about the happy times we had.

 

Hold on tightly while you can.

Shinin' brightly when you understand.

There ain't no perfect plan.

We just do the best we can.

 

Sing for everyone you knew, brothers and sisters too.

Sing about the the mothers and the dads.

Sing for anyone alone, bringin' everybody home.

Everyone who loves and makes you glad.

 

Hold them tightly while you can.

Let them fly and they will understand.

There ain't no master plan.

Just do the best we can.

 

 

El Borko
Brook Adams
El Borko
Brook Adams
El Borko
Brook Adams
Brook Adams

Lyrics

Twenty one days on the road without you.
Twenty one nights I was dreamin' about you.
Promised land passin' by all around me.
Happy man, felt so glad that you found me.

And if trouble came along, I thought of you and it made me strong.
Oh Sylvia, ohh Sylvia.

You don't need any body to save you.
Don't believe love should have to enslave you.
And even though I needed someone to hold me.
I did not know, just how love could control me.

So I thought I'd let you in. You opened up my heart again.
Oh Sylvia, ohh Sylvia, oh Sylvia, ohh Sylvia.

Felt so good to hold someone in my arms again.
Guess I shoulda listened to the a-larm.
Felt so sweet believing I could be-long again.
I was wrong again, wrong again...

Late last night, playing out with the band,
Sylvia, be here soon like we planned.

Check my watch, check that door. She ain't comin' around no more.
No Sylvia, ohh Sylvia, goodbye Sylvia, I'm gonna miss you Sylvia.

El Borko
Brook Adams

Story

I think of this as my first song worth keeping. A home recording from the 90s.

Lyrics

This guy is ridin' on a chicken in a checkered suit.

He got a pointy little hat, he got some cowboy boots.

He gave away all his money, 'til he felt so free,

Then he looked in the mirror and he said to me...

 

There's a river running deep and wide.

Sun is shining on the other side.

I learned my lessons in the hardest school.

Times are changin' for the checkered fool.

 

You know this chicken is a big one with enormous wings.

He don't know how to fly, but he can do other things.

He don't need no direction, he don't do as he's told.

He's got a big chicken liver and a heart of gold.

 

(and he say...)

Gold ain't nothin' but a shiny rock.

You'll find more pleasure in a cardboard box.

And you can dig it if you have the tools.

Times are changin' for the checkered fool.

 

You know it doesn't make your world more real to have a troubled mind.

You gotta learn how to feel, so you can live your life blind.

 

You know I've given up on chess, I got a checkered past.

My life ain't nothin' but a mess but it's built to last.

I was lookin' for myself, I was turned and tossed.

Got so complicated I had to leave myself lost.

 

There's a river running deep inside.

Full of steppin' stones that suit my stride.

I learned my lessons in the hardest school.

Times are changin' for the checkered fool.

 

Brook Adams

Story

A tale of domestic "not so bliss".

Lyrics

Everybody's got a little secret that they don't want anyone to know.
Everything was hidden in my shell so well until I let it go.
Everything was fine. I opened my mouth and crossed the line.
Everything was good, and now I'm the fool of the neighborhood.

You gotta work things out, knock on wood.
You gotta scream and shout sometimes.
But if you want her to stay you gotta treat her good.

Trouble started cookin' when my baby started lookin' what was wrong with me.
Gettin' in a fight I said she wasn't as delightin' as she used to be.
Baby start to cry, callin' her mama and sayin' goodbye.
Feelin' like a fool. 'Cause you gotta be stupid to be so cruel.

You gotta work things out, knock on wood.
You gotta scream and shout sometimes.
But if you want her to stay you gotta treat her good.

Seven minutes later I was in an elevator to the thirteenth floor.
Seekin' mediation to amend my situation, 'cause that's what that man is for.
He looked me in the eye, and said; "You should'na made yer baby cry."
"...and I'll do what I can. But there's one thing you gotta understand."

You gotta work things out, knock on wood.
You gotta scream and shout sometimes.
But if you want her to stay you gotta treat her good.

Brook Adams

Lyrics

Lookit that sunny day. Lookit that shiny sky. Tellin' my blues goodbye, blues goodbye.
Lookit that smilin' face, Here in this happy place feelin' yer sweet embrace, my oh my.

'cause if I wait, for my time to come, Well I don't know, how far I can run.
But if I try, and miss it by a mile, Well I won't look back except to smile.

Is happiness here to stay waitin' out in the sun, for the good times to come, times to come.
I can believe it's true, now that I'm here with you, Everything old is new, just begun.

And if I cry, just a little while passes by, until it's time to smile.
Give your love, away to someone else but 'cha better save just a little for yourself.

Lookit that sunny day. Lookit that shiny sky.
Tellin' my blues goodbye, blues goodbye.

Brook Adams

Lyrics

Well I held her in my arms last night. Held a goddess in the soft moonlight.
I was wishin' for a word to say. Tried to kiss her but she slipped away.
Another night, another day, another lesson to be learned.
You're gonna catch on fire, when you're ready to burn.

Oh yeah, Al-right, Right now, Hey Hey...
Oh yeah, Al-right, Right now, Hey Hey...

I been looking every night and day, for the magic that would make her stay.
Doin' everything I think I can. Try and make myself a better man.
But when I find myself a-lone, I'm not sup-posed to be con-cerned
I'm gonna catch on fire, when I'm ready to burn.

Oh yeah, Al-right, Right now, Hey Hey...
Oh yeah, Al-right, Right now, Hey Hey...

Everytime I see you smile at me, I get a feelin' like a man set free.
I been dreamin' of you by my side. Never gonna know un-til we try.
And when you give your love to me, pretty baby that's our turn.
We're gonna catch on fire, when we're ready to burn.

Oh yeah, Al-right, Right now, Hey Hey...
Oh yeah, Al-right, Right now, Hey Hey...

Brook Adams
08/11/2017

Story

A singalong to release your inner "Bob".

Lyrics

Bob Dylan in a restuarant
Breakin' bread with Cain and Abel
Bob Dylan and a debutante
Droppin' acid and dancin' on the table

Oh! Bob Dylan Oh! Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan in a cart at the laundromat
Bob Dylan in the Chinese navy
Bob Dylan on a chrome horse with his diplomat
Bob Dylan in yer biscuits and gravy

Oh! Bob Dylan Oh! Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan at the outer space
Bob Dylan at the bottom of the sea
Bob Dylan all in yer face
Bob Dylan is a refugee

I say Oh! No! Bob Dylan ain't no refugee!
Bob Dylan ain't no refugee!
In-A-Gadda-Bob-Dylan baybee
Don'cha know that I'm loving you
In-A-Gadda-Bob-Dylan baybee
I said Oh! I'm tangled up in blue!

Oh! Bob Dylan Oh! Bob Dylan Oh!

El Borko
The Chantays

Story

Here I am messing around with a delay and a looper. The effects comes in for the spacey "jam" at the end. There are mistakes but I left 'em in.

El Borko
Donovan

Story

This is the psychedelic part of "Psychedelic Americana". And yes I know Donovan is English but he is psychedelic. I remember the first time I heard this song it was loud and crunchy... So here it is on an acoustic guitar with a distortion box and a looper for the middle bits. Recorded with the built in mics on a Zoom H4n. These picked up the clean acoustic guitar sound out of the air as well as the crunchified sound which I rather enjoy.

El Borko
Jerry Lordan

Story

An English guy named Jerry Lordan wrote this song. Hank Marvin and the Shadows made it a hit in 1960. I was a toddler... In this version I beefed up my acoustic with a small amp and some delay.

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