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I make recordings of my work primarily to expose it to other musicians. I want to collaborate with other musicians, even in a silent but credited capacity, to hear my material performed by competent artists.
My "gigs" have often been spoken word presentations.
I've learned by experience that in artisitic collaboration I find things in my creations that I never realized were there on my own. I've also learned that good musicians recognize quality material even if the performer sings a bit like a frog, and plays guitar even more like one.
- Screen name:
- Peter John
- Member since:
- Jun 22 2008
- Active over 1 month ago
- Level of commitment:
- Committed
- Years playing music:
- 25
- Gigs played:
- 50 to 100
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 4-5 nights a week
- Most available:
- Nights
Influences
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MUSIC
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The Wind is a-Risin' (Live)
The Wind is a-Risin' (Live) Track number: 1 Year: 2008 Album: The Wind is a-Risin' (forthcoming) Genre: Folk
THE WIND-IS-A-RISIN' by Peter John I feel those drops begin to fall. I watch them splatter on the wall. Is there a way that I can call my home? Can't buy a car, can't hitch a plane, And waiting for a drenching rain, I wonder if it's worth the pain to roam. Is it worth the pain to roam Too far to call back home? And the wind is a-risin' And the clouds are a fallin' And the sky is hangin' low, And if you ask me where I'm goin', I'll say, "I don't know." And if you ask me where I'm from, I'll say, "The place I've been." I'd like to move, but I don't dare Until that voice can tell me where, Until that still, small, voice can tell me when. I've played the games that rule the night. The winning's never worth the fight. The fighting's never worth the teeth I lose. I'm living hard, and living fast, I'm hoping that my life won't last If living's never worth the life I choose. Will the memories I choose Be worth enough to lose? And the wind is a-screamin' And the clouds are a-crashin', And the sky's about to fall, And if you ask me what I want, I'll say, "I want it all!" And if you ask me what I've lost, I'll say, "I've lost my place." I'd move ahead, except I fear No still, small, voice will reach my ear. I need a voice to coach me in this race. The storm of life has worn me out. It's torn my mind and made me doubt My purpose here, and in a life beyond. The waves of time soon pass away. Though some might capsize ships today, They're only troubled ripples on a pond. Will the ripples on my pond Lead to a life beyond? And the wind-is-a howlin' And the clouds are a-drainin' And the sky is almost down, And if you ask me what life is, I'll say, "A beggar's town." And if you ask me what death brings, I'll say, "You let me know." 'Cause when I get there, I'm afraid That facin' each mistake I made, A still, small, voice will say, "I told you so." I'd like to move, but I don't dare, Until that voice can tell me where. Without a still, small, voice I just won't go. ---- Lyrics copyright 1979,1988 by Peter John Stone/Recording copyright 2008 by Peter John Stone-- All rights reserved. --- This recording is free for any and all non-commercial and non-commercially related use and may be copied and distributed without alteration. For information on commercially related uses, or to seek rights to perform, record, or otherwise use this song yourself, please contact the author at: [email protected]
