<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041</id><updated>2012-02-28T14:18:40.854-08:00</updated><category term='promotion'/><category term='country'/><category term='support'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='web page'/><category term='e-mail'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='song'/><category term='music'/><category term='network'/><category term='social'/><category term='chords'/><category term='military'/><category term='songwriter'/><category term='fans'/><category term='tune'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='tunesmith'/><category term='band'/><title type='text'>Tunesmith Tavern</title><subtitle type='html'>Building a business one song at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-4859631645797630742</id><published>2012-02-28T14:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T14:18:40.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Key Of</title><content type='html'>Life in the Key Of&lt;br /&gt;by Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;130bpm in 4/4 time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rising moon,&lt;br /&gt;A setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;It's all fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From valleys low,&lt;br /&gt;To mountains high,&lt;br /&gt;A deep green meadow,&lt;br /&gt;Or a clear blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio blastin' from&lt;br /&gt;The back of my car.&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna be&lt;br /&gt;A Nashville star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A country song and&lt;br /&gt;The girl of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;The world by the tail,&lt;br /&gt;Or, so it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had losses..&lt;br /&gt;Life had gains.&lt;br /&gt;Life moved on,&lt;br /&gt;And, I remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although life moved on,&lt;br /&gt;My dreams won't die.&lt;br /&gt;And,I've paid my dues to&lt;br /&gt;The corporate lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From valleys low,&lt;br /&gt;To mountains high,&lt;br /&gt;A deep green meadow,&lt;br /&gt;Or a clear blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rising moon,&lt;br /&gt;A setting sun,&lt;br /&gt;It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;It's all fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-4859631645797630742?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/4859631645797630742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=4859631645797630742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/4859631645797630742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/4859631645797630742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-in-key-of.html' title='Life in the Key Of'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-1881077213315900921</id><published>2012-02-27T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T08:34:09.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water in a Stream</title><content type='html'>Water in a Stream - Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Copyright, 2009 by Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;As usual, you can message me for chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love was the reason,&lt;br /&gt;And, summer was the season,&lt;br /&gt;And, we were always dancing’ in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew when we were dancing’&lt;br /&gt;Our love was more than passion.&lt;br /&gt;And, we would never cause each other pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, time it passed us by.&lt;br /&gt;Like water in a stream,&lt;br /&gt;And, we found our love was left out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went off to college,&lt;br /&gt;While I went in the service, &lt;br /&gt;And, we were busy chasin’ other dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life began to change us&lt;br /&gt;We answered different callings.&lt;br /&gt;Our world was truly bursting at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, time it passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;Like water in a stream,&lt;br /&gt;While we were busy chasin’ other dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has come between us,&lt;br /&gt;We know that life has changed us,&lt;br /&gt;And, we know we cannot live on memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still I want to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;That I have always loved you,&lt;br /&gt;And, you are still a part of all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, time has passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;Like water in a stream,&lt;br /&gt;While we were busy chasin’ our own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-1881077213315900921?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/1881077213315900921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=1881077213315900921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/1881077213315900921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/1881077213315900921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2012/02/water-in-stream.html' title='Water in a Stream'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-6946994644452235530</id><published>2012-02-25T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T07:22:12.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RTbgzlGSXQ/T0lALahi_SI/AAAAAAAACTo/iFBKmd6cbKU/s1600/d.008228.crop.72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RTbgzlGSXQ/T0lALahi_SI/AAAAAAAACTo/iFBKmd6cbKU/s320/d.008228.crop.72.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rainy Day - Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Copyright: 02/25/2012&lt;br /&gt;A very simple tune. Try GCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do on a rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;And, when life don't go my way,&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold and I can't go out,&lt;br /&gt;What do I do and think about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain doesn't stop all day,&lt;br /&gt;I like to go outside and play.&lt;br /&gt;I like to dance through the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;I like to act like I am insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my life seems like it's a mess,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I've done my best.&lt;br /&gt;I sing a song or I hum a tune&lt;br /&gt;And, I howl at a rising moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when it's cold and I can't go out,&lt;br /&gt;I open windows and I like to shout.&lt;br /&gt;And, my life won't get me down.&lt;br /&gt;If I find my way downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, put on a happy face,&lt;br /&gt;Be a star of the human race.&lt;br /&gt;Be someone that you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;And, your smile will be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I do on a rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;And when life don't go my way,&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold and I can't go out,&lt;br /&gt;That's what I do and think about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-6946994644452235530?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/6946994644452235530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=6946994644452235530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/6946994644452235530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/6946994644452235530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2012/02/rainy-day.html' title='A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RTbgzlGSXQ/T0lALahi_SI/AAAAAAAACTo/iFBKmd6cbKU/s72-c/d.008228.crop.72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-4538640559694657417</id><published>2012-02-21T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T17:12:07.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If I - Keith Birmingham.lyrics</title><content type='html'>What If I - Keith Birmingham.lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Copyright, 02/08/2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I &lt;br /&gt;Could venture back in time&lt;br /&gt;Erase the past&lt;br /&gt;Of the life I‘ve left behind?&lt;br /&gt;How would I&lt;br /&gt;Ever find my way&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place &lt;br /&gt;Where I am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know the answer&lt;br /&gt;To the questions on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find the reason&lt;br /&gt;Of why I was so blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will I&lt;br /&gt;Find that I can carry on?&lt;br /&gt;Will I find &lt;br /&gt;That I’ve done it all so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Where will I&lt;br /&gt;Find the courage I will need&lt;br /&gt;When the answers to these questions&lt;br /&gt;Are staring back at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know the answer&lt;br /&gt;To the questions on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find the reason&lt;br /&gt;Of why I was so blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will I&lt;br /&gt;Ever know a way to find&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness for pain I’ve caused&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness for my crimes?&lt;br /&gt;And, will I&lt;br /&gt;Find a way that I can be&lt;br /&gt;Free to live the life I’m after&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be set free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know the answer&lt;br /&gt;To the questions on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find the reason&lt;br /&gt;Of why I was so blind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-4538640559694657417?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/4538640559694657417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=4538640559694657417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/4538640559694657417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/4538640559694657417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-if-i-keith-birminghamlyrics.html' title='What If I - Keith Birmingham.lyrics'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-1379926152974760678</id><published>2012-02-14T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:25:28.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busking Song Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyGh37NQwcg/TzqKlcS5nJI/AAAAAAAACTc/nsNrOMHldTQ/s1600/d.020_0076.small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyGh37NQwcg/TzqKlcS5nJI/AAAAAAAACTc/nsNrOMHldTQ/s200/d.020_0076.small.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a list of song that I think make good "busking as a one man act" songs. These, plus the songs that I have written, are the songs that I am working on the most at this moment. I have a tendency to forget to sing once I start playing a song, so I may start a search for someone who sings to join me. And, if I can find the nerve to do it, I should be playing on a sidewalk near you sometime this spring, - summer at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rock Busking Song List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittin’ on the Dock of the Dock of the Bay&lt;br /&gt;And I Love Her-Beatles&lt;br /&gt;As Tears Go By-Stones&lt;br /&gt;Everyday-Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;If I Were A Carpenter-Tim Hardin&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Read My Mind-Gordon Lightfoot&lt;br /&gt;In My Life-John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Knockin’ on Heavens Door-Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Lay Lady Lay-Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Love Hurts-Everly Brothers&lt;br /&gt;More Than I Can Say-Leo Sayer&lt;br /&gt;Pied Piper&lt;br /&gt;Play With Fire-Stones&lt;br /&gt;Promises-Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;Reason To Believe-Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;Sea of Heartbreak-J. Cash&lt;br /&gt;Since I Met You Baby-Sonny James&lt;br /&gt;Solitary Man-Neil Diamond&lt;br /&gt;Summer Wine-K. K. &lt;br /&gt;Sundown-Gordon Lightfoot&lt;br /&gt;Teach Your Children Well-C.S.N. and Y.&lt;br /&gt;Well, All Right-Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;Young Love-Sonny James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Country Busking List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back When - Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;Between the Devil and Me&lt;br /&gt;Busted-J. Cash&lt;br /&gt;Chasin’ That Neon Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bleed Red-B and D&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen Wheels and a Dozen Roses&lt;br /&gt;Everything I Love&lt;br /&gt;I’m Alive&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;I’m So Lonesome-J. Cash&lt;br /&gt;In My Live - Beatles&lt;br /&gt;It Ain’t Me Babe-J. Cash&lt;br /&gt;Just to Satisfy You-Waylon&lt;br /&gt;Killin’ Time-Clint Black&lt;br /&gt;Long Black Train-Josh Turner&lt;br /&gt;Lord I Hope This Day is Good-Don Williams&lt;br /&gt;Loving Her Was Easier-Kris K.&lt;br /&gt;Neon Moon-B and D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I Can Do About It Now&lt;br /&gt;Ny Heroes have Always Been Cowboys&lt;br /&gt;Pancho and Lefty&lt;br /&gt;People Are Crazy-Billy Carrington&lt;br /&gt;Remember When-A. J.&lt;br /&gt;Sea of Heartbreak-J. Cash&lt;br /&gt;Seminole Wind-John Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Since I Met You Baby-Sonny James&lt;br /&gt;Summer Wine - K. K.&lt;br /&gt;The Cowboy In Me-T. M.&lt;br /&gt;This Time-Waylon&lt;br /&gt;Tulsa Time-Don Williams&lt;br /&gt;When You Say Nothing At All-Allison Krauss&lt;br /&gt;Where Were You-A. J.&lt;br /&gt;Who Are You When I’m Not Looking-Blake Shelton&lt;br /&gt;Young Love-Judds&lt;br /&gt;Young Love-Sonny James&lt;br /&gt;You’re Gonna Miss Me-Band D&lt;br /&gt;Why Me Lord-K. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-1379926152974760678?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/1379926152974760678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=1379926152974760678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/1379926152974760678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/1379926152974760678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2012/02/busking-song-lists.html' title='Busking Song Lists'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyGh37NQwcg/TzqKlcS5nJI/AAAAAAAACTc/nsNrOMHldTQ/s72-c/d.020_0076.small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-9162545416332053024</id><published>2012-02-09T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:33:08.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Miss Someone.cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f05e3b965411d4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f05e3b965411d4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332635859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39859EFB2AB462E5FB9E9A5A1302F1BF5123EF64.73108E40B37F2E918B98DC0E6ABEA62CBC28B395%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f05e3b965411d4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSMmbaoP7s1c1qDT9rivuMwbsUes&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f05e3b965411d4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332635859%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39859EFB2AB462E5FB9E9A5A1302F1BF5123EF64.73108E40B37F2E918B98DC0E6ABEA62CBC28B395%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f05e3b965411d4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSMmbaoP7s1c1qDT9rivuMwbsUes&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-9162545416332053024?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/9162545416332053024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=9162545416332053024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/9162545416332053024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/9162545416332053024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-still-miss-someonecover.html' title='I Still Miss Someone.cover'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-7282148646438388060</id><published>2012-01-07T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:01:41.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost - Keith Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Lost - Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Copyright, 01/02/2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;This song was written by the author of this blog. Please contact &lt;a href="mailto:maddadkeith@yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;Keith Birmingham&lt;/a&gt; if you think you would like to use the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;              D&lt;br /&gt;Well a nieve kid from lost small town&lt;br /&gt;              A&lt;br /&gt;With a dream of becoming a star&lt;br /&gt;                G&lt;br /&gt;Left his home and his friends and his family&lt;br /&gt;           D                                        A&lt;br /&gt;In a search that would take him afar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Well he thumbed his way to the west coast&lt;br /&gt;                     A&lt;br /&gt;Became the front man in a band&lt;br /&gt;                G&lt;br /&gt;Well, his records sold, and he was the toast&lt;br /&gt;           D                            A&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the golden sand　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        G&lt;br /&gt;But, when the lights grew dim something &lt;br /&gt;tortured him&lt;br /&gt;                                          A&lt;br /&gt;And, he could not find his way&lt;br /&gt;                     G&lt;br /&gt;Something called to him from a distant place&lt;br /&gt;                                                    A&lt;br /&gt;And, he found that he could not stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;            D&lt;br /&gt;And, a lost young man from a lost small town&lt;br /&gt;                A&lt;br /&gt;Made his way to the eastern seaboard&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;And, he found a life of fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;             D                              A&lt;br /&gt;It was clear that he could go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 D&lt;br /&gt;Well, he worked the bars with another band&lt;br /&gt;              A&lt;br /&gt;All the people were loving him&lt;br /&gt;                 G&lt;br /&gt;Well, his records sold, he was rollin’ in doe&lt;br /&gt;                D                           A&lt;br /&gt;And, the offers were coming in&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;But, when the lights grew dim something &lt;br /&gt;tortured him&lt;br /&gt;                                          A&lt;br /&gt;And, he could not find his way&lt;br /&gt;                     G&lt;br /&gt;Something called to him from a distant place&lt;br /&gt;                                                    A&lt;br /&gt;And, he found that he could not stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead - DAGDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Well, his car broke down in a lost small town&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line.&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;And, a small town girl showed him the light&lt;br /&gt;              D                       A&lt;br /&gt;He had finally found his way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Now his days are filled with the light of his life&lt;br /&gt;                  A&lt;br /&gt;With his woman and his kids&lt;br /&gt;                  G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;And, the dreams he had of being a star&lt;/span&gt;                   D                   A&lt;br /&gt;They were lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;But when the lights grow dim nothing tortures &lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;                                                 A&lt;br /&gt;And, he finds that he doesn’t need&lt;br /&gt;             G&lt;br /&gt;All the lights and the glamour of the hustling &lt;br /&gt;crowd&lt;br /&gt;                                     A&lt;br /&gt;All he needed was his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead - DAGDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-7282148646438388060?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/7282148646438388060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=7282148646438388060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/7282148646438388060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/7282148646438388060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2012/01/lost-keith-birmingham.html' title='Lost - Keith Birmingham'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-7370148570376349323</id><published>2011-08-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:37:37.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasin' Dreams - Keith Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Chasin' Dreams (on the Dotted Line)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright, 2011: Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;126 bpm in 4/4 time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;Something told me a long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;That I should cut the strings and let her go.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;And, today she's in the arms of another man.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;And, tonight I'll sleep with another one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my life rollin' down the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;I was chasin' dreams that never would be mine.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;Now I find my self at the end of the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;And, the dreams I've always had are all that's mine.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAD: Chords and notes of the verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;Though some may say I am a broken man.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;I've always known exactly where I stand.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;And when the piper calls I'll hold my head up high.&lt;br /&gt;A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss the moon and then I'll dance in a stary sky.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A &amp;nbsp;fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-7370148570376349323?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/7370148570376349323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=7370148570376349323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/7370148570376349323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/7370148570376349323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2011/08/chasin-dreams-keith-birmingham.html' title='Chasin&apos; Dreams - Keith Birmingham'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-6488384395206221909</id><published>2011-08-17T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:18:25.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Young - Keith Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I Was Young - Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;04.20.2011&lt;br /&gt;Copyright, 2011 -Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;Life was good when the weather was fair and the sun was shining.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C&lt;br /&gt;The women danced through my mind like the songs that I was singing.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C&lt;br /&gt;The booze it flowed like a river and I never knew that I was sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;But, I was young. And, I was dumb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;With dark grey clouds rolling in I began my search for shelter.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;And, I found warmth in the arms of a woman I thought would care.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But the love she had was the love of my misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;And, I was young. And, I was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;So, I moved on in my seach for the life that I was after.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C&lt;br /&gt;Elusive dreams that I had would haunt me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;I count the cost of the friends and the family I have squandered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;And, I was young. And, I was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;And, I was young. And, I was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;Now those dreams have faded to a life in the here-after.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C&lt;br /&gt;But, I have found the love that I have searched for anyway.&lt;br /&gt;C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C&lt;br /&gt;I found the love I was seeking was the love of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;C&lt;br /&gt;But, I was young. And, I was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;I was young. And, I was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;repeat and fade G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-6488384395206221909?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/6488384395206221909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=6488384395206221909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/6488384395206221909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/6488384395206221909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-young-keith-birmingham.html' title='I Was Young - Keith Birmingham'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-2703143041098728995</id><published>2011-07-06T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:32:02.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunesmith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songwriter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>In The Past - Keith Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;In The Past - Keith Birmingham&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tunesmith-Tavern/132990656763881"&gt;Tunesmith Tavern&lt;/a&gt; on Monday, July 4, 2011 at 2:27pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This  may or may not be the final version. I just wrote it this morning. I  usually takes a few days and come back to it to see what I may want to  change. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell by the way that you turned your head&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell by the way that you looked away&lt;br /&gt;When those tears were in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell by the way that you held your hands&lt;br /&gt;That you had been with another man.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know your love is in the past,&lt;br /&gt;And, I've lost you for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason why I should hold on to&lt;br /&gt;A dream that we have lost.&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason why I should find someone&lt;br /&gt;Or reason to point the blame.&lt;br /&gt;We can argue about our innocence&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm the one who will bear the cost.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know deep inside I will never find&lt;br /&gt;A love that will set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now as we go our seperate ways,&lt;br /&gt;Even now, I cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;Even now when the pain that you have cost,&lt;br /&gt;Burns inside my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I still long for the love lying in the dust,&lt;br /&gt;Of broken, shattered dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know your love is in the past,&lt;br /&gt;And, I've lost you for all time.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know your love is in the past,&lt;br /&gt;And, I've lost you for all time.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know deep inside I will never find&lt;br /&gt;A love that will set me free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-2703143041098728995?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/2703143041098728995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=2703143041098728995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/2703143041098728995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/2703143041098728995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-past-keith-birmingham.html' title='In The Past - Keith Birmingham'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-3859615560239874323</id><published>2011-03-17T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T12:34:22.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Wood - by Keith Birmingha</title><content type='html'>From "Wise Words and Quotes" - a book of quotes by Vern McLellan:&lt;br /&gt;There are three things that grow more precious with age: old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy. - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.&amp;nbsp; ~Quoted by Francis Bacon, Apothegm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OLD WOOD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you burn that bridge behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Just be sure you know your way.&lt;br /&gt;Or you may loose yourself in sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's the price you have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old books are best to read.&lt;br /&gt;Old whisky's best to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Old friends are best to trust.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And old wood is best to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new love may strike your fancy.&lt;br /&gt;Some new love may pass your way.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be happy in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end your gonna pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old books are best to read.&lt;br /&gt;Old whisky's best to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Old friends are best to trust.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And old wood is best to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, open up your eyes my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And, look at what's at steak.&lt;br /&gt;For the life you want to search for.&lt;br /&gt;And the hearts that you will break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old books are best to read.&lt;br /&gt;Old whisky's best to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Old friends are best to trust.&lt;br /&gt;And old wood is best to burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-3859615560239874323?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/3859615560239874323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=3859615560239874323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/3859615560239874323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/3859615560239874323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-wood-by-keith-birmingha.html' title='Old Wood - by Keith Birmingha'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-8892371506082332493</id><published>2011-02-12T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T05:33:16.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Ten Years Later</title><content type='html'>This is probably not the final version of this song. It is meant as a tribute for the U.S. Military. Please contact me if you have any questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Years Later by Keith Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;220bpm, 4/4 time with strong Native American drum beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em x 32&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;After 9-1-1.&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;And your on the run.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I would give up.&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;You thought I'd go away.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;That I've come to make you pay.&lt;br /&gt;Em x 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later&lt;br /&gt;After 9-1-1.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;And your on the run.&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed was the reason&lt;br /&gt;That you gave to all the world&lt;br /&gt;For the horrors that you caused us&lt;br /&gt;On 9 -1&amp;nbsp; - 1&lt;br /&gt;Em x 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Em) Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;(Em) Are you getting tired yet?&lt;br /&gt;(Em) Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;(Em)Are you getting tired yet?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;After 9-1-1.&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;And your on the run.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;The cowards mask that hides your face&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Will not save your life,&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;You stinking piece of garbage&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;I am here to take your life.&lt;br /&gt;Em x 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later&lt;br /&gt;After 9-1-1.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;And your on the run.&lt;br /&gt;The caves in which you hide&lt;br /&gt;Will not protect you from.&lt;br /&gt;The vengeance I will reap upon&lt;br /&gt;your brothers and your son.&lt;br /&gt;Em x 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Em) Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;(Em) Are you getting tired yet?&lt;br /&gt;(Em) Ten years later,&lt;br /&gt;(Em) And I‘ve only just begun?&lt;br /&gt;Fade repeating:&lt;br /&gt;(Em) Ten years later&lt;br /&gt;(Em) And I‘ve only just begun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-8892371506082332493?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tunesmith-Tavern/132990656763881' title='Ten Years Later'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/8892371506082332493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=8892371506082332493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/8892371506082332493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/8892371506082332493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2011/02/ten-years-later.html' title='Ten Years Later'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1312471181799438041.post-8791492548327830375</id><published>2011-01-25T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:03:25.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web page'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Band Promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="art_title" style="margin: 15px 0px 0px;"&gt;Band Promotion 101&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="copyright" style="margin: 0px 0px 15px;"&gt;By           &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?expert=Megan_Lambert"&gt;Megan Lambert&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;img alt="Platinum Quality Author" class="sprite s_platinum_star" src="http://img.ezinearticles.com/spriting/trans.gif" title="Platinum Author" /&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); float: right; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;    moveDOM('ad-4', 'ad-4-placeholder');   &lt;/script&gt;     &lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt; function google_ad_request_done(google_ads) {     if(typeof ea_gata == 'function') { ea_gata(1, google_ads.length, 13, 633); }     if(google_ads.length == 0)  {   document.write('&lt;div class="gdfp" id="gad_slot_EA-AdSenseALT336"');   GA_googleFillSlot("EA-AdSenseALT336");   document.write('&lt;\/div&gt;');   moveDOM('gad_slot_EA-AdSenseALT336', 'ad-4');   ea_alternate_gad_displayed = 1; 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    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="body"&gt;Band promotion is really important for the success of any band. There are many things you can do to promote your band. First, you have to let people know that you have arrived. This does not mean that you have to start bombarding them promotional stuff like ads and links. Do it in subtle way. Otherwise, your name will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to your fans. They will get a feeling that your band is real and human, and not some robot out their trying to get their attention by sending those tons of promotional messages.&lt;br /&gt;Set up an account on a social networking site. You can befriend people who have same interests in music as you do. You can talk to them. Answer their queries, and put across questions of your own.&lt;br /&gt;You should work to establish a relationship with them. Once you are successful in doing that, drop them a link to your webpage. You should also provide your visitors a chance to register at your website. If they register, allow them a chance to listen to some free music of yours as a token of your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;This is great bargain. You will get to know many people this way. You will get their e mails, and you can get in touch with them regarding any new updates. Do not ignore these subscribers. Write to them every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Live performances count a lot. It really gets the crowd coming in your direction. However, do not just get on the stage and start playing your music. Make the best of the chance to perform live. Prepare well for your performance that it becomes flawless. Do not disappoint the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;It is wise to play professional. Arrange for your merchandise and music to be sold at the venue. Also have a mailing list available. You should ask people to provide information like e mails and names. This will gain you more contacts.&lt;br /&gt;The above recommendations are real good. 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I’m on my own.&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;And, Lord I love this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I think it’s time for me&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;To be takin’ back my life.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;Now I think it’s time for me&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;To be takin’ back my live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-five years of sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ve been set free.&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;To talk the talk, and walk the walk,&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;Of the man I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;So look out world I’m steppin’ out&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;In the prime of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;And now I know it’s time for me&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;To be takin’ back my life.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;And now I know it’s time for me&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;To be takin’ back my&amp;nbsp; life.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;I said now I know it’s time for me&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;To be takin’ back my life.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;Blank&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;br /&gt;And, I’m takin’ back my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1312471181799438041-9183312588617807053?l=tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/feeds/9183312588617807053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1312471181799438041&amp;postID=9183312588617807053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/9183312588617807053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1312471181799438041/posts/default/9183312588617807053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tunesmithtavern.blogspot.com/2011/01/thirty-five-years-taking-back-my-life.html' title='Thirty-five Years (Taking Back My Life)'/><author><name>Keith Birmingham</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qiEilv4WmdA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/5cYfMkA-gfY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
