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"Greyhound Trippin' CD # 2" - FREE CD of DEMOs

by Paul Thomas Butterfield

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Grains of Sand (free) 03:44
Grains of Sand Words and music by  P. T. Butterfield   ©  2000 Verse 1 I’ve lived a carefree life,             And I headed on down south Not a penny to my name            But I played this workin' game Like grains   of  sand Verse 2  I’ve seen your pretty face          And I’ve kissed your  velvet lips  I’ve seen your skin so clear       But I’ve watched it disappear Like grains  of sand Chorus Sweet dreams and music                       Is all my heart can take Sweet dreams and music                       My partner I have made When you’re dancing a waltz              With no one to share With no one to hurt, any more                 And you’re all alone  Verse 3  As I look up,  to the sky                      With my  human eye Each star has it’s life                             But a zillion million more Like grains of sand Verse 4 Well I thank you  Ma and Pa            Where ever you are ? You taught me right from wrong          But each child’s a different one       Like grains of sand Repeat Chorus: Repeat Verse 1:
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Gold Is Worthless Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield © 2004 Copyright WWW(Words With Wood ) . Music for PTB Productions 1st Verse: Gold is worthless Gold is useless When I see it on your hand Superficial, On the surface Will you ever understand ? Chorus: Star Of David State/Star of hatred Concrete Walls Built on sand Disbelievers Words on paper Olive branch (with)in your hand 2nd Verse: Time is precious Time is priceless See yourself growing old You can’t touch it (And) You can’t see it But you know it’s there for real Chorus: Star Of David State of hatred Concrete Walls Built on sand Disbelievers Words on paper Olive branch (with)in your hand Repeat 1st Verse: Gold is worthless Gold is useless When I see it on your hand Superficial, On the surface Will you ever understand ?
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Way Down South (free) 04:30
Way Down South Copyright WWW (Words With Wood ) . Music for PTB Productions © 2005 Straight in with the Chorus: Way Down South, Left my home behind me, Headed for a different kind of life Home from Home, With a homely kinda wife, Headed for a different kind of life Verse 1: Started off, on a sunny break, Found a place with a bunch of mates Cardboard box, to stand my TV on Signed my name, for that plane to fly, Kept some secrets, told no lies, Queen and country, Don't need no spies Repeat Chorus: Verse 2: Times can change when you're having fun, Two strong sons to keep me young Southern roots, growing by the day Christmas wishes from afar, Weekly calls to Ma and Pa (I sure do) Suuuure miss those friends of mine Chorus ( Last time) Way Down South, Left my home behind me, Headed for a different kind of life Home from home, With a homely "kinda" wife, Headed for a different kind of life Way Down South, Left my home behind me, Headed for a different kind of life Home from home, With a homely "kinda" wife, Headed for a different kind of life mmmh mmmh Way down mmmh mmmh Way down south mmmh mmmh Home from home
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SNIPER's DAY Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield Copyright WWW (Words With Wood ) . Music for PTB Productions © 2003 Intro: (Bottleneck acoustic guitar - thru' Honeytone© mini amp ) Well it's Sniper's Day (And) Somebody's gonna pay Ain't nothin' personal You all understand The seed verse: Well his Daddy taught his son, And his son taught his son How to be a man How to hold god damn gun From the lessons that he learned And the passion in his words Take an eye for an eye And wear your gun real high Chorus: Well it's Sniper's Day Sniper's Day Yes it's Sniper's Day Somebody's gonna pay Ain't nothin' personal You all understand The growing verse: At the age of seventeen He learned to be a man He ran to the army So he could make a stand They gave him a medal For his perfect marksmanship It ain't no perfect world When "civy street" ain't your trip / When your skill ain't worth the trip Chorus: The planning verse: Well they caught them both napping In a blue Chevrolet With the rear boot converted So they could watch their prey Power from a distance Weakness of the soul Don't let them get too close Or look them in the eye Final twist: There's a twist to this story Before this song is sung Who pulled the trigger The father or the son ? Last Chorus: Yes it's Snipper's Day Yes it's Snipper's day Yes it's Snipper's day Somebody's gonna pay Yes it's Snipper's Day Yes it's Snipper's day Yes it's Snipper's day Somebody's gonna pay Ain't nothin' personal You all understand Out of sight, out of mind I'm gonna blow your mind
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SNIPER's DAY Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield Copyright WWW (Words With Wood ) . Music for PTB Productions © 2003 Intro: (Bottleneck acoustic guitar - thru' Honeytone© mini amp ) Well it's Sniper's Day (And) Somebody's gonna pay Ain't nothin' personal You all understand The seed verse: Well his Daddy taught his son, And his son taught his son How to be a man How to hold god damn gun From the lessons that he learned And the passion in his words Take an eye for an eye And wear your gun real high Chorus: Well it's Sniper's Day Sniper's Day Yes it's Sniper's Day Somebody's gonna pay Ain't nothin' personal You all understand The growing verse: At the age of seventeen He learned to be a man He ran to the army So he could make a stand They gave him a medal For his perfect marksmanship It ain't no perfect world When "civy street" ain't your trip / When your skill ain't worth the trip Chorus: The planning verse: Well they caught them both napping In a blue Chevrolet With the rear boot converted So they could watch their prey Power from a distance Weakness of the soul Don't let them get too close Or look them in the eye Final twist: There's a twist to this story Before this song is sung Who pulled the trigger The father or the son ? Last Chorus: Yes it's Snipper's Day Yes it's Snipper's day Yes it's Snipper's day Somebody's gonna pay Yes it's Snipper's Day Yes it's Snipper's day Yes it's Snipper's day Somebody's gonna pay Ain't nothin' personal You all understand Out of sight, out of mind I'm gonna blow your mind
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Red for go (free) 02:53
RED FOR GO ( Ballad ) copyright 2000 words and music by Paul Butterfield A "Beer Mat Production" , for "Just Songs" Verse 1 Across this Northern Town, Most friends have stayed behind It’s not easy to depart, If you don’t know what to find In time, You’ll change your mind, But leave a bridge behind But today, (but today) , Is a Younger world for you, Oh for you Bridge Your head says yes, But your heart says no It’s a younger mind, Saying Red for Go ! Chorus You see, Red For Go Whatever Your heart, Won’t Show Your head says yes, But your heart says no It's a younger mind saying Saying Red For Go , Saying Red For Go Verse 2 With your Black and White Sedan, And a road map, but no plan Another empty tank to fill, On what your life will bring Hold a job, Keep within the law Wear a suit, For a few bucks more It’s what we all do best, Sell ourselves for less Repeat Bridge Chorus ‘til fade You see, Red For Go What Your, Love Won’t Show Your head says yes, But your heart says no It’s a younger mind, Saying Red for Go ! Saying Red for Go
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JUST A FLIGHT RIDE AWAY Paul Thomas Butterfield (for Just Songs) © 2002, 2014 Intro: Just a flight ride away, I could be upon an island Sailing  nowhere, casting my troubles into the Sea Verse 1: Just a flight ride away, lies a country so green Just a flight ride away, lies a home of my dreams I’m just waiting to be safe in your arms And I can’t go back, and I can’t turn around Were freedom is just a flight ride away Verse 2: Just a flight ride away,  I could be in a country Were the people in power, have got blood on their hands And this land, was once called paradise And I can’t go back, and I can’t turn around Where freedom, is just a flight ride away Solo: Verse 3: Just a flight ride away, I could be upon an island Sailing  nowhere, casting my troubles into the Sea I’m just waiting to be safe in your arms And I can’t go back, and I can’t turn around Were freedom, just lies a flight ride away Outro: Just a flight ride away, I could be upon an island Sailing nowhere, casting my troubles into the Sea
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"The Perfect Square (The cutting Room)" © 2003 Verse 1: Is your life one long perfect take, A perfect cast with no mistakes ? With no “direction” to make it last, It’s just a journal of my past M8: I can’t go back there, any more, Just keep on moving, with my foot to the floor Chorus: I’m looking for the Perfect Square, Were the edges cannot blur Were the corners cannot hide, Your decisions that dent our pride Frame after frame, a name behind a name, were every image , shall remain This is “The Cutting Room” Verse 2: Welcome to the tunnel of my despair, There’s no more love, for us to share You’re not the same girl I used to know, No one to blame, Is it time to let go ? M8: I can’t go back there, anymore, my life’s in pieces, on the floor Chorus: I’m looking for the Perfect Square, Were the edges cannot blur Were the corners cannot hide, Your decisions that dent our pride Frame after frame, a name behind a name, were every image , shall remain Welcome, to “The Cutting Room” Fade out: You’re just a name, behind a name, You’re just a name, behind a name, that’s all we are, and shall remain ( Oh Welcome to “The Cutting Room” )
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Gardens of Stone (free) 02:40
Gardens of Stone (maybe a film, but not a song ? ) Words and music by P.T.Butterfield © 1998 Verse 1 He looked so handsome, on your, Photograph Another memory, to rest upon your shelf You sit in silence, for his, "Welcome Home" You play his music, but you, dance alone Middle 8 Set the table for two, go watch the evening news, These are the thing that we should, ( pause ) hold on toooooooo Chorus In Gardens of Stone, were lover’s lay, all alone Your tear drops fall down, like summer rain, to the ground In Gardens of Stone Verse 2 So many years have past, now you are old But all you have to hold, is silver and gold If you were young and strong, for just once more, And you could wish for him, to walk through the door Middle 8 Set the table for two, go watch the evening news, These are the thing that we should, hold on toooooooo Chorus In Gardens of Stone, were lovers lay, all alone Your tear drops fall down, like summer rain, to the ground ( Key change up ) In Gardens of Stone, were lovers lay, all alone Your tear drops fall down, like summer rain, to the ground In Gardens of Stone
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I'm Counting Snowflakes ( as they fall ) Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield Copyright WWW(Words With Wood ) . Music for PTB Productions © 2001 ( Written for the Palestinians; Without a home, Without a land and Without Hope ) I would like to thank the following Jewish Terrorist Groups; Haganah, Irgon and Stern, and Jewish immigrants, for their devotion to murder, genocide and ethnic cleansing; For without them, this song would not have been possible. Written for the children of Palestine. "You don't have to be a radical to know what's wrong or the truth" This song was written from several years of daily newspaper reports, of on the ground reporting from within Palestine from 1999 onwards The use of Israeli soldiers using Palestinian children as target practice, when playing on open land that once held Palestinian farms and groves, now razed to the ground. On this particular day, the funeral of a young girl was been reported ( 1st verse ); The use of American fitted and supplied assassination helicopters, to "hand out" Israeli justice by tracking mobile phones of so called suspects within their cars. ( if they know with pin point accuracy were they are, then why don't they arrest them and be seen to give fair justice? ) But this day, when the helicopter fired at the vehicle parked at junction, but only to be surrounded by innocent families in their vehicles, the shrapnel killed all those around the car. The second verse is for the sheer desperation of these people held within two concentration camps; Gaza and West bank, to use suicide bombers tactics, knowing their property is been razed to the ground or being built on. "One man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist" Intro and Outro I’m counting snowflakes, as they fall ( I’m Children snowflakes, as they fall ) Each one special, no matter how small They touch the ground, they touch your heart Can you Stay for a day, or will you, melt away ( Killed by the bullet, from an Israeli gun) 1st Verse: There’s a place in the sun , For the lemons to grow That's Picked by the children , Who never grow old And driven by dreams , On a tank full of hate She had dust on her boots , And a flag, dressed for hope Chorus: Oh land of mine I love you so Without a name To call my own Oh land of mine I loved you so I’ll wear your flag To bring me home ( Last time; Your flag dressed in blood, To bring me home ) 2nd Verse: Well there’s dust in the air , Between this land and the sea And there’s a home for us , Still standing free (And) There’s a hole in the sky , For the missiles to fly And It’s a good day to live , And a good day, to die Chorus: Outro:
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"Driving Nails" Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield PTB Productions © 2004 ( NOTES: SING IN FIRST PERSON) V1: / ( Oh ) The city calls (out) to younger hearts / (And) I had my chance to make a start/ / I Let the city (life) get into my veins / percolate up to my brain/ / Drivin' nails into this frame / No holy man should bare this pain / / Find an Island, and buy ( a plot) some land/ / (gonna) Build me home, with these pair of hands/ V2: / Well the highway calls , to sing my blues / / (Help ) To kick my habits, and put on my shoes / /Keep these pair of hands I can sing this song / or drive some nails into this frame / /Gonna cast (Casting) my troubles out to ( onto) the sea / The past has gone ….. Ending of each verse:- /like desperate stories of men at sea / Send your message, in a bottle to me/ /Pack your bags(Things) , And get off the floor /I'll drive on up / / I'll follow the (white) lines (right) to your door/ Chorus: / Drivin' nails , (well) I'm Drivin' nails, Drivin' nails into this frame /Time to build (find) me a hideaway / Find an Island and sail away / / No holy man should bare this pain/ /Oh man of many parts / / Patch this boat to fix these holes / to keep afloat /
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"Driving Nails" ( E9 Acoustic Version ) Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield PTB Productions © 2004 Verse 1: Well the city calls to younger hearts And I had my chance to make a start I Let the city get, into my veins And percolate, up to my brain Like desperate stories of men at sea Send a message, in a bottle to me Pack your bags , And get off the floor I'll drive on up, to your door Chorus: I'm Drivin' nails, into this frame No holy man, should bare this pain I'm Drivin' nails, into this frame No holy man, should bare this pain Verse 2: Well the highway calls , to sing my blues Kick my habits, and put on my shoes With these pair of hands, I can sing this song Or drive some nails into this frame Like desperate stories of men at sea Send a message, in a bottle to me Pack your bags , And get off the floor Just follow the white lines, to my door Chorus: I'm Drivin' nails, into this frame No holy man, should bare this pain I'm Drivin' nails, into this frame No holy man, should bare this pain Repeat Verse 1: Well the city calls to younger hearts And I had my chance to make a start I Let the city get, into my veins And percolate, up to my brain Like desperate stories of men at sea Send a message, in a bottle to me Pack your bags , And get off the floor I'll drive on up, to your door
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"Driving Nails" (CHANT) Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield PTB Productions © 2004 Verse 1: Driving nails, Into this frame No holy man, should bare this pain Driving nails, Into this frame No holy man, should bare this pain Verse 2: (I'm) Driving nails, to fix this boat I'm stretching the meaning, to keep afloat (I'm) Driving nails, to fix this boat I'm stretching the meaning, to keep afloat
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Is this love ? (free) 03:10
Is This Love ? Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield Copyright WWW(Words With Wood ) . Music for PTB Productions © 2000 1st Verse: Just break it to me One more time "Tell me love Is a waste of time" True words From a broken heart ? Or bitterness From a twisted mind ? Bridge: Too strong to change Too weak to leave Sailing on hope To keep afloat Chorus: Is this Love ? I’m not waving Is this Love ? I’m not swimming Is this Love ? I am drowning In this sea of love, Sea of love, Is This Love ? 2nd Verse Two weeks apart And you’re breaking my heart Losing end Or can we make a new start ? Sail away On a "Paper" boat Will this love Ever sink or float ? Bridge: Repeat Chorus Guitar (chord) bits:-
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(I’ve got the ) Soap Blues ( A Line Dance Anthem ) Words and Music By P.T.Butterfield c 1999 Verse 1 I packed the wife and kids, for a holiday Left little old England, for the US of A Picked-Up the camper, headed for the Freeway Destination "Dallas", on the way to L.A Verse 2 It soon became clear, we had all the ‘mod-cons’ We had 52 channels, but nothing was on The radio "was-a", countrified But all I could think of, was, Yep , "Brookside" Middle 8 Yes, I miss "The Street", and I miss "The Farm" I wish I was home, with those "Neighbours" of mine I’m feeling rather lonesome, and I miss the news On the way to Las Vegas, and feeling the bl-u-u-ues Chorus (where box = TV ) 8 lines I’ve got the Soap Blues, Baby, The TV Blues I’ve got the Soap Blues, Baby, The TV Blues I need a change of scenery, I need it real bad, These Soap Blues, Baby, are driving me mad I’ve got the Soap Blues, Baby, The TV Blues I’ve got the Soap Blues, Baby, The TV Blues Just sit me down, in front of a screen I’m watching a Soap ! It must be a dream ! <- sing with amazement in voice Verse 3 – key change up – for tension ! After just two weeks, I was getting down The Wife and Kids, started playing around They said " We’ll meet you at the "Crossroads", at the end of "The Street" Just two blocks down, on the "Eastend" of town Verse 4 On a positive note, I was starting to hope, There might be some time, to see a Soap, There must be a station in the whole of U.S. of A With an episode of "Home and Away" Ending :- It must be a dreammmmmmmm (shouted in silence :- "Home at last, Switch on the box, love" )
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SHOPPING FOR SHELLY - By P.T.Butterfield - Performed by "Copyright-two-thousand, and beyond" Verse 1: Tell me where the days of romance gone ? Flickering low, like candle glow ? Middle 8: Oh read me a story, with a happy end, Like a classic novel, That’s bound in red ( whisper BV - leather ) The orchestra’s playing, a symphony It’s pulling my heart strings, away each day Chorus: I was shopping for Shelly, On a summer’s day (Oh, Oh Oh ) I was looking for love, From another age ( Oh, Oh, Oh) I was shopping for Shelly, On a summer’s day (Oh, Oh Oh ) I was looking for love, From another age ( Oh, Oh, Oh) Verse 2: Tell me where, the days of chivalry gone ? Lying on a shelf, in some pages I read ? Tell me where, the love for your life has gone ? Locked away inside, or is it hiding ( hiding, hiding ) Repeat Middle 8: Repeat Chorus:
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SHOPPING FOR SHELLY - By P.T.Butterfield - Performed by "Copyright-two-thousand, and beyond" Verse 1: Tell me where the days of romance gone ? Flickering low, like candle glow ? Middle 8: Oh read me a story, with a happy end, Like a classic novel, That’s bound in red ( whisper BV - leather ) The orchestra’s playing, a symphony It’s pulling my heart strings, away each day Chorus: I was shopping for Shelly, On a summer’s day (Oh, Oh Oh ) I was looking for love, From another age ( Oh, Oh, Oh) I was shopping for Shelly, On a summer’s day (Oh, Oh Oh ) I was looking for love, From another age ( Oh, Oh, Oh) Verse 2: Tell me where, the days of chivalry gone ? Lying on a shelf, in some pages I read ? Tell me where, the love for your life has gone ? Locked away inside, or is it hiding ( hiding, hiding ) Repeat Middle 8: Repeat Chorus:
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I decided ( to fall in love) Words and Music by Paul Thomas Butterfield Copyright © 1998 V1: I read your story, with some intrigue Way out west over yonder, And looking for a lead You've been resourceful, For a city man Taking on the enemy, Well did you have a plan ? M8: From the moment we met, I couldn't give myself away But these are the words, that I wanted to say Chorus: "I decided to fall in Love", The moment that my eyes met you "I decided to fall in love", There was nothing that my heart could do "I decided to fall in Love", to fall in love V2: You kept your secret, You hid all so well With no happy ending, or no farewell One more adventure, with your life on the line There's no need to lie, When you have, danger in your eyes
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Lost Youth / Lost Love (free) 01:56
LOST YOUTH (LOST LOVE) By P.T.Butterfield, for Just Songs copyright © August 1998 Verse 1: Here comes that summer feeling again, Oh baby I feel like sixteen all-over again (BV -Come on baby there’s nothin’ we can’t do) Let’s take the car out, for a ride, Oh Baby And we can sing and shout with the radio. (Oh Oh Oh) Chorus: Lost Youth, Those days are gone forever Lost Love, I want you back forever This time, My life is on a winner, How can I forgive her, It’s gonna be forever ( Repeat on last chorus ) Verse 2: I found my true love yesterday, Oh Baby But in my youth, I gave it away I thought we could go on forever, Sweet talk and romance together, But my innocence is beginning to pay. ( Oh Oh Oh )
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Only Love’s Gonna Break Your Heart Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield, G Parry and D Tough Copyright The Risk Instruction Set for PTB Productions © 1991 Intro: Yes, Only Love’s Gonna Break Your Heart Girl And Only Love’s Gonna Take You High Girl Yes, Only L-o-v-e, Is Gonna Break Your Heart 1st Verse: Do You Remember ? Not so very long ago Do you recall ? All the silly things we said We’d stay together, Until our dying day You and me forever, Now do I hear you say ? Chorus: Yes, Only Love’s Gonna Break Your Heart Girl And Only Love’s Gonna Take You High Yes, Only Love’s Gonna Break Your Heart Girl And Only Love’s Gonna Take You High Yes, Only Love’s Gonna Break Your Hearty Girl And Only Love’s Gonna Take You High Yes, Only L-o-v-e, Is Gonna Break Your Heart 2nd Verse: I do my thinking, In those long nights, spent alone Time to wonder Oh, What does the future hold ? Who are you with now It haunts me everyday Wishing for answers I want to here you say
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Secrets (deep inside) Words and Music by Paul Thomas Butterfield Copyright ©1994 V1: Silk and Lace, Shows off your face But behind your smile, lies secrets inside V2: Love and faith, we can't mistake When you find the one, that we can love, on and on Chorus: Don't keep your secrets deep inside There's no more tears for you too hide You turned away love, and you turned away me This time we've got to stand up, and set ourselves free V3: Silk and lace, there's no mistake when you wear your smile, lies secrets inside V4: Love has gone, but the pain lingers on because you turned away me, when you thought you were free
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One Zero Zero Percent (free) 01:42
ONE ZERO ZERO ( PERCENT ) Word and Music by Paul Thomas Butterfield © 1996 copyright April 1996 Intro Chorus One Zero Zero Zero Per Cent One Zero Zero Zero Per Cent One Zero Zero Zero Per Cent , This love was heaven sent Verse Freedom, Freedom, Is what we all desire And Freedom, Freedom, Could you place it any higher ? Love is sentimental, Could it be heaven sent ? And love means commitment One hundred per cent Chorus One Zero Zero One Hundred per cent One Zero Zero This love was heaven sent Aad my heart was And my love was
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Love Campaigner (democratic mix) Words and Music by Paul Thomas Butterfield Copyright ©1993 V1: Send me your vote, I'm your biggest hope Words got around today, that your looking for a candidate So vote, for me, so vote, for me Chorus: I'm a love campaigner I'm a love campaigner Too many wounds, that are open wide Too many wars, that have seen these eyes I'm a love campaigner V2: I've got every thing, With a portait, hanging in the hall Loneliness is no reward, 'cause I've got no love at all So vote for me, so vote for me Repeat Chorus:
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Love Campaigner Words and Music by Paul Thomas Butterfield Copyright ©1993 ©2006 Part A You don’t see me, knocking at your door (And you don’t see me, sending (love) letters through your door ) You don’t hear me, Whispering, sweet nothings, in your ear Love from a distance, you’ve heard it all before The fear of failing Could my heart take anymore ? Part C Send me your vote, I’m your biggest hope Words got around to day, You’re looking for a candidate Chorus: I’m a, Love, Love, Love campaigner I’m a , Love, Love, Love campaigner Too many wounds that are open wide Too many wars that have seen these eyes Part D This campaign trail, It wears me out This (well) travelled road Still leaves a doubt There’s no fool, Like an old fool Will I never learn Love has no rules Part C Send me your vote, I’m your biggest hope Words got around to day, You’re looking for a candidate Repeat chorus

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A free CD demo album with songs spanning over several years and styles.( from the 90's, 00's ). Some of these songs have been recorded in full on other CD albums, whilst a lot are still waiting to be fully recorded.

Enjoy the free demo's - "warts and all"
all recorded on a four track portastudio tape cassette machine. No computer, plugins or autotune :-)

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released January 10, 2014

All sounds by PTB - Some tracks have Derek Tough as the vocalist, as marked.

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Paul Thomas Butterfield Bushey, UK

A big thank you to those who have purchased my music.

Likes; for what it's worth: Folk (wooden music), bluegrass, orchestration, pop and jazz. Dislikes more music than he likes, especially pretentious rap music, pushed by the mandatory dance video, trying to look Kool. Please no more dance videos, tattoos, mean looking posers and the jewelry. It will only look dated within months. . ... more

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