3HSW I host a 3 Hour Song Writing group with my friend Chris Winters (SickTransit), which meets once a week in my living room. Each night we write, practice and record a song, using drums loops. We write the music, chords and lyrics in three hours. I usually play bass and fill in whatever other insturments or lyrics that are needed on each track. Chris Winters plays the masterful electric guitar on most the songs, sings on quite a few and writes lyrics as well—he posts some solo stuff at SickTransit on MacJams. Everything is recorded in my modest living room studio and remixed by myself or sometimes Chris. Contributors to the project have included (Chris Winters, Barbara Burgio, Mike Northcutt, Greg Ryan, Anna Huckabay, Korey Foss, Aditi Viyasgar, Nick Barrett, Meagin Donavan and Steve Craig, echoroom on Macjams.

November, 06 | :: AudiO22p

Off the Tracks

Lyrics: Greg Ryan
Music: Rich Huston
Vocals: Nick Barrett

Times have been more than lean,
the job just hasn’t paid for much,
and the weather is going to break our backs,
on we go off the tracks.

Had to turn to this life,
of taking things that weren’t all mine,
just the money, just the guns
the rest I leave behind.

Three a week I pushed my luck,
helps to keep the furnace on
keeps us all from catching sick,
rings and silver candle sticks.

Out somewhere on Potter’s road,
I saw a rich man’s home a lit,
The wind it seemed to call to me,
don’t you try to break it in.

My hear was pounding out my chest,
I could feel the passion through the walls,
Slip the lock and crept inside,
looking for a spot to hide.

Silently I moved around,
looking for that pot of gold,
down the hall, from the back
I heard a lovers scream.

I knew the voice,
it spoke to me,
It was my love,
my very own.

She was in an others arms,
I felt my blood run cold.

Had to turn to this,
turn into this,
I’m so off the tracks
Off the tracks

Off the tracks
Still boiling mad
Alive with love
I once had

Verse: Fm, Cm, Eb, G
Chorus: Cm, Bb, F, G

Cm, F, Cm, G
Gm, Bb, F, G

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