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(47 replies, posted in My local band and me)

wow pete that my friend is top shelf prose right there. the truth

Peatle Jville wrote:

Mojo and Phill, you both have massive musical talent that AI will never replicate.          
     AI Or Human
Once I was flesh, a vessel for thought,
Now wires and circuits in silence have wrought.
I barter my essence, my voice becoming meek,
As pixels replace what was once unique.

What do we humans have to sell when hearts turn to code?
Our dreams fade to data, our spirits erode.
In this marketplace of quantifiable souls,
Do we linger as echoes or play trivial roles?

I pawn off my memories, twinkling like stars,
Yet find emptiness lurks beneath nano bars.
For who can remember the taste of the rain,
Or gaze at the sun without feeling the pain?

A click and a swipe on a screen a life on display.
An algorithm dances where real human passion once held sway.
No real humans to make my day.
Just machines leading the way.
To the bottom or top.
When will it stop.
Thank God for real musicians stopping the rot.

     

https://on.soundcloud.com/CKKr4FtUsmraANzFQa
this something i wrote a long time ago and never finished it. i found it going through old notes looking for material. i recorded what i had just to see what it sounds like but i cant seem to come up the story line to close it out. suggestions anyone? i am not particularly happy with the last line of the chorus either look forward to hearing suggestions from this talented crowd 

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(47 replies, posted in My local band and me)

lol that's a fact the reasons you state are the only reason i keep doing it and the biggest reason is i enjoy doing it

Phill Williams wrote:

Don't despair  Mojo, there's no money in writing songs these days anyway, do it, like me, for them enjoyment of it and the kudos of your friends, family and drunks!

     

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(47 replies, posted in My local band and me)

welp gonna throw my 2 cents in on this one. personally, AI scares the crap out of me. that being said, me not having the access, talent or money to hire a band to perform any song i ever wrote. With AI and the help of a friend here at chordie i was able to hear what something i wrote sounded like if performed by a real band. this my opinion on AI so it dont mean much.  In the end AI will make it way harder than it already is for someone like me to ever get a song heard by anyone other than friends and family or drunks at open mic night.     

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(3 replies, posted in Songwriting)

https://on.soundcloud.com/iu5DpmDAZKtbLjF6mF
there was a  broke down car sat on the side of the road in front of my house for a few days last month. sheriff put a red sticker on it warning it would be towed if not removed. sure, enough a wrecker and a sheriff deputy showed up and hauled it off camo rain jacket over a busted out driver side window and all. i have been there done that way back when. it makes a funny a story now, but some SOB is on foot now. 

thanks roger .to many years of cyber security training wouldn't allow be to follow a link that     

https://on.soundcloud.com/CFKv2uF222n01Wicyh 

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(10 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

probably one of the more humble i have had the pleasure of knowing     

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(10 replies, posted in Chordie's Chat Corner)

probably one of the more humble i have had the pleasure of knowing     

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(1 replies, posted in Songwriting)

you just keep cranking out great songs     

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(2 replies, posted in Songwriting)

maybe completed i have a couple more verses working it turned into a different story went the second verse started coming together most likely changes coming any way for whats worth here is what i have so far
one edit and redo on the recording



https://on.soundcloud.com/CfZsERO2CiRSSUD111
i am going to call it done now to lazy to type the new verse



G
there's a pistol in the glove box
Em
shot gun on the rack
         C
empty bottle of whiskey between us
D
but there ie cold beer in the back

old 68 ford with a step side
and three on the tree
not a care in the world between us
my brother and me

got a half tank of gas and a Qbeam
and lots of dirt roads
old sawed off mossberg 12 gauge
full of double aught loads

G                                       C                                   G
just another beer can tossed off in the floorboard
just one more mile down some old country road
D
that's where my troubles go
Em
that's just how i roll
D                                                       C                                  G
beer cans in the floorboard down some old country road

the oil companies came with the fracking
and hunting clubs to
up went gates and fences
what's a poor boy to do

now the dirt roads are all paved with gravel
for the saltwater trucks
and you don't need a spotlight
oil rigs light the night up

the timber was turned into paper
and pine trees grow in straight rows
they call it  a pine desert
where no wild life goes

G                                       C                                   G
just another beer can tossed off in the floorboard
just one more mile down some old country road
D
that's where my troubles go
Em
that's just how i roll
D                                                            C                             G
beer cans in the floorboard down some old country road


gone are the days up on hollow rock
and mount baldy to
where rode dirt bikes
and fished bear bayou

there's three generations of double wide's
and jim walter homes
chicken houses took over
where cattle once roamed

now everything is so different
you didnt see it change
you were gone before it happened
now it all seems so strange

chorus
there no more beer cans to toss off in the floorboard
there no more country roads to go down
where did they all go
there's no where left to roll
beer cans in the floorboard down some old country road
beer cans in the floorboard down soe old country road

thanks appreciate the input very much i guess i have pretty much settled on thousand yard stare


mike.stringsmike_strings wrote:

man this one really got me. the line about the bullet crease on his ear - knowing thats a real thing that happened just hits different. and the whole thing about last call not coming till the bottles empty, thats such a perfect way to end it.

for a title i keep coming back to something around that thousand yard stare line. maybe just "Thousand Yard Stare" or "The Thousand Yard Stare" - its the emotional center of the whole song imo. or even "No Better Than Any Other Man" from what Phill said, thats got a real humble weight to it.

really solid songwriting mojo. the way you weave in all those different vets into one character feels honest without being preachy. not easy to pull off.

     

https://youtu.be/imlL70bvau0?si=dSt8SYRDqOaMJHH9     

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(5 replies, posted in Songwriting)

that seems to be the hardest part of writing a song these days for me is coming up with an original chord progression.     

did not know there was a face book page     

Grah1 wrote:

That's an amazing song  Joe

thank you     

https://soundcloud.com/mojo01/thousand- … al_sharing

i have always wondered what a song i wrote would sound like done like this, cant thank you enough Jim 

Phill Williams wrote:

Mojo, do you get these "pop-ups" on any other sites? And if anyone else gets them could you also let me know. The reason I ask is that I don't get any ads which would mean that unfortunately your equipment is infected and you need to get a good adblock prog. Maybe Per or Roger could give you better advice hopefully they'll see this post and get in touch.     
I know how annoying ads can be have you been on YouTube lately?

no this is the only place i am seeing this i wish i knew to post a screen shot of what i am getting there is literally an add in the middle your post     

i agree i love the place but this thread is proving my point i counted five adds it between the  post     

what are the pdf down load things that pop up every where  even in the middle of post ?     

wow been checking in trying to read post but the spam cancer it awful here 

https://youtu.be/imlL70bvau0
got around to recording it le t me know what you think

wrote this other day after chatting with an old Viet Nam vet i know. he was the mold but there are several different vets i know rolled up in this song , The one line that got this song started was my friend told me that he wasn't any better than another than anyone else i replied to him he was as good or better than any i knew. well i wrote that down and few days later this it what it turned into

as a side note the line about the bullet to the ear really happen in the jungles of southeast Asia i didn't want that confused with something that you may have seen on tv  a couple of years ago

G                                                     C                                         G
let me tell you a story about an old man was a friend of mine 
he was humble but proud and a soldier back in his prime
he said he was no better than any other man
G         D                             C                                            G
i said that may be so but you are as good as any i know


and why are you still working the family all want you back home
shaking his head he said this is the life that i own
i could retire and go back to them Georgia hills
but i work and i slave it's what keeps me out of the grave

chorus

Am                                                                 C                  G
he, would say play me your song about going back home
that's my kind of music when I'm drinking alone
Em                                   C
i pick up my guitar and i start to play
he  get this look some off far away

C      D                                      C                                                  G
ive never been there but i know that's the thousand yard stare

verse 2
so he stays on the road and keeps working cuz that's all that he knows
maybe down in the swamps of the south or up north in the snow
but he never complains about the aches and the pains in his bones
because they don't compare to the ones he left back at home

now he sits with a bottle in a motel room ate at night
and waits for a call from the one who is the light of his life
some nights he drifts off to sleep with that drink in his hand
its nights like this when he goes back to Viet Nam

chorus

verse 3

from different times and we travelled different roads
but we are more alike than  most that i know
he claimed poor marksmanship was the reason he was still here
and points to crease that a bullet left in his ear

he would pour me a drink in return i would play him a song
we would tell stories and lies up until dawn
i said its getting late this should probably be my last one
but last call don't come till the bottle is empty and done

chorus

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(3 replies, posted in Songwriting)

When your heroes become human, do you look the other way and ignore their sins
just what popped up in my head     

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(5 replies, posted in Poems)

great writing Peat i always enjoy your post. I started writing a song months ago on a very similar subject. unfortunately, i only got one verse and part of a chorus, here is  to you my friend for being able to finish your work.     

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(5 replies, posted in Songwriting)

that is really good