An edit of the original studio demo. I separated the stems because the violin at the end was buried. It was difficult to isolate but I did the best I could. This was a song written by drummer Roger Schnur.

An old improv track I played stratocaster, precision , lynn drum, korg polysix, korg dw8000, just went a little weird, and experimental

ONLY BLACK AND WHITE

It’s not the way the cards are dealt in our lives

It’s not the game that runs the show

Tt’s not the score that governs how we play it

It’s more the luck, the luck of the draw

There’s nothing we can do to change it

There’s nothing known to make it follow through

We try to influence the outcome

But soon we see the painful truth

Things happen, not always for a reason

Fools govern, a fool in many seasons

From the leaders, of those who don’t understand

To those who would hurt with delight

It’s not the fortune of our virtue

To guide the time, or save the day

So sad to realize, there’s no compassion

The enemy cannot see gray, only black and white

There’s nothing we can do to change it

There’s nothing known to make it follow through

We try to influence the outcome

But soon we see the painful truth

Things happen, not always for a reason

Fools govern, a fool in many seasons

From the leaders, of those who don’t understand

To those who would hurt with delight

It’s not the fortune of our virtue

To guide the time, or save the day

So sad to realize, there’s no compassion

The enemy cannot see gray, only black and white

FROM A RECENT PERFORMANCE OF THE PINK FLOYD CLASSIC in the town of Poughkeepsie.

improvised piano track

STRIDER by 7 Sources Music

BY TEACHING I’LL BE TAUGHT

TELL ME OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SEE, TELL ME IF IT MEANS TO BE

A REASON FOR YOUR COMPANY, OR A REASON FOR COMPASSION

I CAN GIVE AND I DO NOT FORSAKE, A PAYMENT FOR THE TIME IT TAKES,

TO WORK OUT WHAT I WILL RELEASE, TO THOSE WHO SEEK PEACE.

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I WAS LOST AND I WAS WAITING, I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I COULD SEE

ON MY KNEES ANTICIPATING, NO PLACE TO GO FOR THE LIKES OF ME

THEN A LIGHT SHONE ON MY DARKENED BROW, IN MY CAVE OF DARK & FEAR

AS I WANDERED WITHOUT FAITH ONE CAME TO BRING ME CHEER

EVERY DAY I FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT, EVERY DAY I WIN AND LOSE

ONE STEP FORWARD AND TWO STEPS BACK IN A HARD LIFE THAT I CHOOSE

YET YOU GIVE ME INSPIRATION, AND I HOPE THAT YOU WILL FIND

THAT THIS BATTLE I WAGE DAILY, IS THE CALLING OF A SIGN

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TELL ME NOW OF YOUR AFFLICTIONS, TELL ME NOW YOUR DESIRE

YOU DESERVE THE RECOGNITION, FOR CONTINUING TO FIGHT

2 STEPS FORWARD AND 1 STEP BACK IS THE LEAST THAT I CAN DO

I WILL GIVE WHAT I CAN GIVE YOU, TO CLEAR THE PATH FOR YOU

FOR IN GIVING I AM TAKING, FOR MYSELF THE PEACE YOU NEED

I WILL TEACH YOU TO ACCEPT THAT NOT ALL ARE MADE OF GREED

YOU WILL TEACH ME HOW TO TELL YOU THAT YOU GIVE ME MY RETURN

AS I GIVE I HAVE PARTAKEN, OF THE LESSON YOU HAVE LEARNED

I THANK YOU AS YOU THANK ME...

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I WAS DOWN AND NEARLY BROKEN, BUT YOUR BOON CAME JUST IN TIME

NOW I TOO BECOME A GIVER, LIKE A FRUIT UPON THE VINE

GIVE AND TAKE ARE PERFECT STRANGERS, BUT ARE CARVED FROM THE SAME PLACE

FOR ONE TO EXIST THE OTHER ALSO, MUST REVEAL THE HIDDEN FACE

THERE IS NO UP WITHOUT A DOWN, THERE IS NO STOP WITHOUT A GO

THERE IS NO GIVE WITHOUT A TAKE THERE IS NO LOVE IF THERE IS HATE

WITH DEATH AND LIFE THERE IS A CYCLE THAT COMES AROUND LIKE RAIN

THE LESSON THAT YOU GIVE ME, I RETURN, BACK AGAIN I THANK YOU I THANK YOU.

INSTRUMENTAL Named this piece of music to Pam, who is a very dear, close friend of my friend Joel ( same first name, but a different guy.) He has asked for good thoughts for her. I don't know why. Does not matter. UPDATE!!! Pam is doing a lot better.

GALLOPING FORTH ON A STALLION OF WHITE,

HE RIDES ON IN SILENCE HE'S YESTERDAY'S KNIGHT.

GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN HE WENT ON HIS QUEST,

YET STILL HE MUST RIDE FOR HE'S DOOMED NOT TO REST.

FLYING ALONG ON THE CREST OF A DREAM,

BATTLES IN SILENCE HIS FOES ARE UNSEEN

NO ONE TO CHEER HIM THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME,

STILL HE MUST RIDE AS THE KEEPER OF THE FLAME.

YESTERDAY'S KNIGHT LIKE A SWORD BURNING BRIGHT,

SHOOTS THROUGH THE SKY WITH A BLAZE OF LIGHT,

A KEEPER OF JUSTICE, BEARER OF PAIN,

SAVES US FROM DARKNESS, A PALLADIN'S FLAME

GHOSTLY VISIONS OF BATTLES LONG PAST,

FLEETING GLIMPSES VISIONS DON'T LAST

SOMEHOW HE RIDES EACH AND EVERY NIGHT,

PROTECTING OUR HOPES WITH HIS SWORD, OF LIGHT

KNOWLEDGE OF FREEDOM, FREEDOM TO LOVE,

FEELINGS OF LAUGHTER, THE STRENGTH FROM ABOVE

LIGHTING THE WAY AS HE FORGES ON AHEAD...

OUR KNIGHT FIGHTS THE EVIL THAT WE DREAD

FLYING ALONG ON THE CREST OF A DREAM,

BATTLES IN SILENCE HIS FOES ARE UNSEEN

NO ONE TO CHEER HIM THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME,

STILL HE MUST RIDE AS THE PALLADIN OF THE FLAME

A COLLECTION CONSISTING OF SEPARATE SECTIONS OF A SUITE AS WELL AS THE COMPLETE SUITE INSPIRED BY MANY SCIENCE FICTION WRITERS FROM MY READINGS