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This song engages with the ethereal aspects of seeing the world from the view point of "giant" standing stones that have been around for millennia. We don't know their meaning but we try to understand but they speak in tongues from another land. You just need to close your eyes and dream away, the giants can show you the way.

Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen

Vocals: Phil Bowen

Keyboards, lead guitar, 12 string acoustic and slide guitar: Phil Bowen

Lyrics:

Hidden in obscurity the giants stand in grace

Looking through millennia their reason’s being misplaced

Forgotten in time no longer divine

Fallen from heaven they look on benign.

Circle of sarsens, other blue stones

Some have long fallen a few stand alone

Standing with giants we try to understand

Their whispers in tongues from another land.

Feel so good

As you close your eyes and dream away

And mend a heart that’s broken apart

The giants can show you the way.

Circle of sarsens, other blue stones

Some have long fallen a few stand alone

Standing with giants we try to understand

Their whispers in tongues from another land.

We’re standing with giants from another land

We’re standing with giants

Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen

Slide guitar, 12 string acoustic guitar: Phil Bowen

Lead and backing vocals: Phil Bowen

Keyboards: Phil Bowen

Video available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKaxod59kmA

Many of us work 9 to 5 day after day after day with so little to show for it. We just live for today, have shorter life spans and become a company man. Sometimes it's good to get away. Some get away from it permanently disillusioned by daily news and the voting machine. They find a magical land under a stadium of glittering stars. This song is about a man from Montauk who finds peace where silver waters fall on shades of green. Enjoy the "Company man".

Lyrics:

Well, he came from the town of Montauk

Far on the eastern board of the U.S.A.

He worked his way across interstate lines

Each day seems to roll into another day.

He said enough of the acid reflux

Continuous migraine and pressure of time

Enough of the 9 to 5 routine

Waiting in queues and endless lines.

He feels those echoes of lost years

Feels emotions and heart felt tears

So dead in the water with a shorter life span

Just live for today, be a company man.

It seems too late to say goodbye

At the time we’re moving on

It seems to late to say goodbye

when life has passed us by.

The sky is the stadium of glittering stars

Far from the city, fast jobs and cars

Silver waters fall on shades of green

Disillusioned by the voting machine.

Rainbow colours light up his eyes

Free with the spirits under open sky

We all need a little of a magical land

A short time away from the daily news stand.

This song is dedicated to those who lost their lives in the earthquake that hit San Francisco in 1906. It is about one man's experience of who will see him to the other side of the river, the river between life and eternity.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Yw_DxXzHHM

Vocals, keyboards, 12 string acoustic guitar, slide guitar, Fender Strat: Phil Bowen.

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Who will see me to the other side of the river?

Who will see me to the other side of these flames?

Built on the blood and gold of the forty niners.

Who will see me to the other side of the river?

The quake hit hard in April of that year.

Many were lost to their God above,

caught in the blazing winds that tore our hearts with fear.

Who will see me to the other side of the river?

We all hold onto our dreams

deep down in our souls

but life brings natures extremes

and time just rolls and rolls and rolls.

Who will see me to the other side of the river?

I can see light fading fast before my eyes.

Time may roll away but mine is done.

Remember us, remember we are daughters and sons.

The last thing that I heard was thunder in the sky.

I crawled up into a ball and now that’s where I lie.

1906 took family and friends. They’re waiting to take me my journeys end

and who will see me to the other side of the river

and who will see me to the other side of the river

and who will see me to the other side of the river

This song is about the way many people are blinded by the red sun of capitalistic influence, regarding the dollar as a sign of wealth and happiness while ignoring the social disparity in society and between societies.

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHq0Oqurrhs

Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen

Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen

Vocals, keyboards, 12 string guitar, Fender Strat, slide guitar: Phil Bowen

"The last big cattle drive". Another song from Phil's next album "The legend of the Dutchman's mine.

Phil Bowen on: 12 string acoustic guitar, Fender strat, steel guitar, vocals and keyboards.

Mixed, engineered and produced by: Phil Bowen

Lyrics:

Well the mist settles down on the Texas trail

On a late September night

While the train takes the cattle on many a rail.

Leaves me old, hair turning white.

This is the last big cattle drive.

I’ve seen the good days, but this is 1905.

A new century brings a change in our lives.

This is the last big cattle drive.

I’ve walked a thousand roads and maybe more,

slept in many places feeling saddle sore.

40 years on the longhorn drive.

It’s hard to keep going. It’s hard to survive.

This is the last big cattle drive

I started as a wrangler back in ’65.

Stepped up to the plate and in 5 short years

headed up my first big cattle drive.

Well the mist settles down on the Texas trail

On a late September night

While the train takes the cattle on many a track

Leaves me old, no turning back.

This is the last big cattle drive.

This is the last big cattle drive.

This is the last big cattle drive.

This is about the "Lonestar cowboy". The last of the traditional dying breed of cowboys in the state of Texas.

Phil Bowen on: 12 string acoustic guitar, Fender strat, steel guitar , keyboards and vocals.

Engineered, mixed and produced- Phil Bowen

Lyrics

Every little turn

takes you on a different road.

Every little turn

takes you where the cowboys rode.

Every single road

leads you to a different place.

Every single road

is like an obstacle race.

They call him the Lonestar cowboy

out in the sun and rain.

They call him the Lonestar cowboy.

It’s all, yeh its all, in his name.

Every little turn

you can see him in the corner of your eye

Every little turn

there’s a backdrop of a Texan sky.

Rising with the morning sun

he brushes down the dust and grit.

He feels the sweat on his brow,

you can see he’s not counterfeit.

They call him the Lonestar cowboy out in the sun and rain.

They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, in his name.

They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, in his name.

They call him the Lonestar cowboy. It’s all, yeh its all, in his name.

This is the legend of the Dutchman's mine.

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Guitars including: 12 string guitar, steel guitar and electric guitar: Phil Bowen.

Keyboards: Phil Bowen

Produced and engineered: Phil Bowen

Lyrics

Lost soul of the dutchman’s mine,

In the desert of intrigue and the dollar sign.

Close to the town of Wickenburg

lies a legend of a man who found the gold mine.

Time blurs the story over many a year,

lives being lost and many a tear.

So here lies the tale of Jacob Waltz

And the legend of the dutchman’s mine.

The story goes that rich gold was found

high up in the mountains of superstition.

Chinese whispers mixed tales unsound

but the legend persists with each expedition

Look no further it’s likely a dream.

Superstition mountain has no gold seam.

Maybe it’s in Bulldog near Goldfield.

It’s just a legend of a gold mine

It’s just a legend of a gold mine.

Each gold mine is lost in the southern breeze.

It seems gold fever can spread like a virulent disease.

If time stood still for a hundred years,

and they prayed to God for his help divine,

they’d still recall the tale of Jacob Waltz

and the legend of the dutchman’s mine.

Updated version of Austin last fall (2021)

Guitar and steel guitar: Phil Bowen

Keyboards: Phil Bowen

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Engineered and produced: Phil Bowen

(It hard to know) what state I'm in.

Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen

Vocals: Phil Bowen

Keyboards: Phil Bowen

Guitar: Phil Bowen

Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen

Moonstone:

Produced and engineered: Phil Bowen

Lyrics: Phil Bowen

Music: Phil Bowen

Guitar and bass: Phil Bowen

Keyboards: Phil Bowen