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This is @danaidhbee posting to you from Scotland with my selection for 3 Tune Tuesdays here on @Hive Music.
This week I have selected 3 Bill Withers songs for you to hear. I play them in my own way and really have fun with the last one so stay on til the end for the last song which I choose on the spot!! Unplanned!
So watch til the end for best results hehe!
Now, I don’t enter every week because I would run out of songs to play, although I have over 150 original songs and roughly 60-70, maybe even 80! cover songs that I perform, and I’m usually posting a music post once a day so can get quite tiring! Also being a guitar teacher I hear enough guitars hahaha!
Alriiiight! So here is my one take video of my personal selection from the Main Man himself “Mr Bill Withers!” 3 songs sung by me @danaidhbee, recorded today at about 3:30pm here in my man-cave/music room/washing room/dog kennel 😂
👇🏼 { LYRICS AT BOTTOM } 👇🏼
The reason I chose Bill Withers this week is because he is just so smooth, soulful, sexy (to the ladies… and some men I presume LOL)
but he has the Mutha-fuckin Powah!!! (power!!!) of a silent but deadly bomb in his voice, his attitude, his lyrics and even just the way he sings and talks simple things. He was a reeeeal smooth guy and didn’t like to get embarrassed, he seems that way, witty but has had a past of some needless and endless trauma and dispassion in life, (sounds a lot like myself in a lot of ways haha)
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I hope you enjoy my versions/cover songs from one of my favourite artists of all time!!
{ SONG 1 Lyrics } “Grandmas Hands”
Grandma's hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, Billy don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands
Used to lift her face and tell her
She'd say, Baby, grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus' hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn' drop no apple core
But I don't have grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands
Hmm-mmh”
{ SONG 2 Lyrics } “Sweet Wanomi”
In a room with soft satin pillows
Cracklin' fireplace keeps us warm
Whisprin' wind through weepin' willows
And sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms
In a soft light her eyes are gleamin'
Pretty little hand covers up her mouth when she yawns
Wake me up, I must be dreamin' that
Sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms
Sleepy kisses, warms me softly
It gets much warmer later on
I reach for the light and turn it off
Uh, huh, sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms
Sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms
Sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms
Sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms”
{ SONG 3 Lyrics } “Harlem”
“Summer night in Harlem
Man it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep and too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not
Winter night in Harlem
Oh oh radiator won't get hot
And that mean old landlord
He don't care if I freeze to death or not
Saturday night in Harlem
Oh every thing's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
The parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in Harlem
Now every body's all dressed up
The hip folk just gettin' home from the party
And the good folk just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey hey Lord, honey don't give your money
To that lyin', cheatin' man
Saturday night in Harlem
Hey hey, every thing's alright
You can really swing and shake your pretty thing
The parties are out of sight
Sunday morning here in Harlem
Now every body's all dressed up
The hip folk just gettin' home from the party
And the good folk just got up
Our crooked delegation wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey hey Lord, honey don't give your money
To that lyin', cheatin' man“
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@Danaidhbee
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