SEEKINGBand to Join, Vocalist, Vocalist - Soprano, Acoustic Guitar, Vocalist - Alto.
A songwriter who plays Bass, guitar and dabbles on the keys.I write mostly rock but have my country influneces(thank you Hank Williams Sr.) and a fair number of ballads to make the ladies cry. Would love to form a duo (Female Singer with guitar a plus) or trio to preform live and in studio. Very easy going
- Screen name:
- Le Hobby Shoppe
- Member since:
- Feb 19 2016
- Active within 1 week
- Level of commitment:
- Very Committed
- Years playing music:
- Gigs played:
- Over 100
- Tend to practice:
- 2-3 times per week
- Most available:
Beatles, Marc Bolan,Hendrix,Bowie ,Hank Williams,Coltrane
- Bass Guitar:
- Rhythm Guitar:
- Acoustic Guitar:
Too Long to list and always growing!
Johnny Your A Lamb
Johnny Your A Lamb Year: 2017 Album: Le Hobby Shoppe "Better Late, Than Never"
Feet To The Fire
Feet To The Fire Year: 2017 Album: Le Hobby Shoppe
Fireworks Year: 2017
IOU Year: 2016 Album: Hobby Shop Genre: Other
Perfect love Year: 2017 Album: Le Hobby Shoppe "Better Late, Than Never"
Johnny Your A Lamb
Johnny Your A LambJohnny Your A Lamb V1 All, hold, hands, where waiting on the crucifixion. Dancing the Texas two step, full of style, and grace. On bended knees,where waiting on the crucifixion. Whet our appetites on cotton candy, and the blood, that ebbs and flows. C F Eminor, C F Eminor G major 1/2 chorus Johnny Your a Lamb x2 B Flat A Maj C Major V2 Johnny, was laid up against the wall. Doing tricks, losing his mind, for next to, nothing at all. Johnny dreams, of sky tripping in astronaut white. Tethered by, the slim remains ,of his boyhood, when all seemed right. Chorus Johnny Your a Lamb x3 Johnny your a star_. add high C/D chord. Middle Eight Whoa whoa ect. over C F#7 BMinor Fmajor x3 then add high C/D chord V3 Was I he? Who held the cities in his bomb sights. Dressed as, Sunday School pilgrims, full of promise,to do whats right. Roaring over, the flak filled skies of hate and strife. We welcome you, to a napalm morning, won’t you thank us, with your life. Chorus Johnny your a Lamb x3 Johnny your a star_. refrain All hold Hands where waiting on the crucifixion (Hooray!!!) On bended knees where waiting on the crucifixion( Hip Hip Hooray!!!) x3 G major build up and fini
Arbiect Macht Frei
Arbiect Macht FreiArbiet Macht Frie v1 Here by this gate, I feel this hate. Work makes free, work sets you free. Where is the sun,end of this gun. Work makes free,work sets you free. (dying all around) Back up Break And I_don’t now why.When there’s dying_ all around. Feel I could cry__they hate me so_ C Arbeit Macht Frei, Arbiet Macht Frei Work makes free,work sets you free v2 Into my mothers eyes,there lies my love. Work makes free,work sets you free. Smoke up the chimney,Mother your leaving. Work makes free work sets you free. m8 I’m falling ,mother I’m calling, I’m falling, mother I’m calling, they took you now_. organ solo v3 Holes in my clothing,nail in my heart. Work makes free ,work sets you free. Blue Skies above me, may I come along. Work makes free, work sets you free.
Perfect LoveA man's endless quest to find his perfect love!
Conspiracy TheoryConspiracy Theory Chorus Conspiracy Theory, will you ever believe me. In a conspiracy theory, there’s more to every story. V1 You whisper, I’m insane, with flakes falling off my brain. Well here is proof I’m sane.There’s an alien chip planted in my brain! Chorus V2 Stretched out on this grassy knoll,on a blanket, here we lie. Looking up to the beautiful sky,when shots ring out from a depository store. Chorus M8 Never was a man on the moon,it’s a case I’m a perfect loon! Never was Darwin more exact, it’s the survival off the nuttiest to have there voices heard. Chorus V3 The Birthers, truthers,and roofers,have one thing in common. Living so close to the edge,one step removed, from going over the ledge! Chorus Conspiracy Theory,will you ever believe me. In a conspiracy theory,there’s more to every story. Conspiracy_ Conspiracy_ No! I’m not insane! FINI
Pray To The Aliens
Pray To The Aliens
Sunday BestSUNDAY BEST v1 Hate that, you see me this way, not wearing, my Sunday best. Hunch my shoulders to the cold and rain, Never casting an eye for blame. How do you now when your up, when your always down. How do you now when your up, when your always down. v2 Kick the can down the road some ways,Pamphlet reads work WPA. Was a time when our plates were full, pockets bulging, I had some pull. How do you now when your up, when your always down. How do you now when your up,when your always… c Time to ride, the rails with my new friends, a hobo’s life to the bitter end. it’s time to ride, the rails with my new friends, a hobo’s life to the bitter end. Swapping stories of former glories, while swigging from a jug of homemade wine. Time to ride the rails with my new friends a hobo’s life to the bitter end. interlude Yes, I’m going, Just where I’m going? Whistle Blowing, that’s where i’m going. v3 Twisted like this Picasso picture, Strike breakers, well there out to get cha. Watch stopped, there’s a hole in my shoe, passing train, the hobo’s a few. C Time to ride, the rails with my new friends,a hobo’s life to the bitter end. It’s time to ride, the rails with my new friends, a hobo’s life to the bitter end. Swapping stories of former glories while swigging from a jug of homemade wine. It’s time to ride, the rails with my new friends,a hobo’s life to the bitter end. A hobo’s life to the bitter end. How do you now when your up when your always down.
Broken Hearts For Sale
Broken Hearts For SaleAbout a poor, hardluck man, on the outs with the wife.
IOUIOU (key of A major) V1 We sing the body electric,with a nod to the stars, gave life,meaning so far. With arms as big as a ship now.We glide over the ocean ,just holding, pictures of you. V2 Legs don’t ever leave me,the voyorger for us all,that seeks, what’s beyond the creek. Ears to enlighten us,to the comfort of your voice. Makes so clear these pictures of you. Pictures of you. M8 We sing the body electric x2 We Sing_ The body_ Electric_. V3 Eyes are made to ponder,like that child, on Xmas morning,the mystery,the wonder. Hands, just give it up now,for the reason, of us all, Mother Earth IOU_ IOU_.
Feet To the Fire
Feet To the FireFeet To The Fire P.C Feet to the Fire, you thought you had the power Now your feet’s to the fire, To see it all go sour. v1 Thought you would have learned your lesson a bloody nose at that. Sticking your nose into other business not off your own. To think you would have learned your lesson Your hat on the rack. From the rice paddies of Vietnam to the burning sands of Iraq P.C Feet to the fire,you thought you had the power. Now your feet’s to the fire,to see it all go sour. v2 What became of speak softly and carry a big stick. Now this Muscle bound ape who’s thick as a brick. Bang! Bang! Shoot! Shoot! Going after rats. Democracy is messy, when there cannier than a cat. Chorus Raise a glass to the lost, Did you ever think off the cost Raise a glass to the lost, only the one percent will ever now the cost. Break Can’t ever wash your hands_Can’t ever wash your hands_ From the blood.
FireworksFireworks v1 Fool, to think that I don't now, the way you look at me. Here, with a nose inside this book, I now I'm looking at you. Look, I think I like the fireworks the way they light your face. B So..where talking loudly can you hear us. Listening to sweet soul music from the past. I think, that we like, the show. Fireworks the evening sky's a glow. v2 Notes,passing back and forth ,teacher unaware. Parents, they don't even now,would we even care. Push harder on the rope swing, higher and higher we go. B So..where talking loudly can you hear us. Listening to sweet soul music from the past. To think, that we like, the songs. Al Green, can never be wrong. C Come_hear the fireworks,color for the evening sky. Our hearts, are on display, we now the reasons why. young love, could be foolish love, maybe its worth this try. Come,hear the fireworks,always the fourth of July. end Hanging on your parents front steps. Waiting for just the right moment, to kiss you.
One Act Comedy
One Act ComedyOne Act Comedy V1 Look I’m over here,why don’t you acknowledge me. Waving both my hands,doing cartwheels in the sand. So why don’t you acknowledge me. No…Maybe…No…Maybe… v2 Drawing lines in the sand,wishing for your helping hand.Would be less insane if i forgot your name. Would an SOS be in vain. No…Maybe…No….Maybe….(hold) BreakOne I often thought and wondered what makes a women tick. Cosmetics,Credit Cards, New Shoes, Caribbian Cruise,Sparkling Jewlery pre chorus I Know, I Know, I’m such the creep, and oh so cheap! Chorus I’m gonna write this letter, Saying I must make amends. I hope that it finds you better, than when I last saw you when, when I made you upset and I didn’t regret, every moment, moment_(hold) post chorus I Know, I Know, just what it is I have to do ___ v3 Donning this Greek tragic mask.Why? do you even have to ask. Never been a play so tragic to display. This One Act Comedy! No…Maybe…No…Maybe_____(Hold) Break2 We often thought and wondered,whats in a man’s head. Football,No School,Playing Pool,Drinking Beer to pornography_ Pre Chorus I Know, I Know Where such the creeps and oh so cheap! Chorus I’m gonna write this letter, saying I must make amends. I hope that it finds you better, than when I last Saw you when,when I made you upset and I didn’t regret every moment, moment____ Post Chorus I Know, I Know just what it is I have to do__ Like_ I_ should just_ get a, get a, get a Job!