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International Mischief

by Kevin Murray

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    A Musical fusion of Protest, Jazz and Punk and funded by nothing more than artistic desire and devoid of any support or influence from Arts councils or Record companies. We hope to raise funds from digital sales to help support a tour with the rhythm section in 2019.
    Digital (public) release date is 15th January 2019. Visit the website at www.thetunesmith.com for more info on ethos, the musicians involved and the recordings etc. Try song 7 - 'Your Vote' for a Dundonian hint of the Albums direction and dare i say 'concept' .... absolutely.
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1.
The song Lives, and its a scented Rose, a sword in prose it is an Anvil, for molten Love. The song lives and can, invoke a time, inspire by rhyme can, fit like a well worn glove Hijacked by salesmen and bent to sell statesmen, and soap-flakes A song has the power, to sell weeds as flowers, to sweeten the hours / for anyone The song Lives, its a broken heart revealed, or its An Anthem for Beans and Kings The song lives and can, embrace the soul, or take its toll, it is a spell spun from Love and other things The song stretches hours, casts warm summer showers, by olive branch empowers, most anyone The Song Lives, its a ray of hope for desperate folk it is a beacon, in darkest night. The song lives and can enshrine a plan, can free a man it is a fresh horse, for those in flight Free like the Hurricane, songs can go anywhere, Border Free to free us from schemes, build our dreams build our hopes on the song can be anything to anyone Anyone listening The song Lives, untamed as yet and set to set the truth free, in Hope's dim Light the song lives and can, refocus choice be reasons voice, can be a weapon to square a fight. Are you listening
2.
Dreamed i saw the plains and Buffalo before the white man. Coplands landscapes ringing in my ear. Flew the hills and valleys bareback on a whupper will,  with tumbleweed on Desert air That land today, full of folk of all colours, they all subject to the rich mans Flag and Fling, Folk they say fought for LIberty and freedom Yet they all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar King BV's: all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar King Gunsmoke and the congress cleared the Prairies brought the Progress We see it everywhere. From Dunblane West to Faslane we've seen Progress U.S. LEGAL stamped, its Victims and Despair. They've fenced their Plains and concrete breaks the skyline, they herd their people into shrines of Steel and Stone and sell them Dreams of Freedom, wealth and Equity, and Traps as Laws that the Rich have sown Behind a veil of Cowboys in the Cinema Scored by Bernstein and the West seemed won, they justify the Deaths of Kids and Innocents and Claim they're safer while they all Live under the Gun Bv's Claim they're safer while they all Live under the Claim they're safer while they all Live under the Gun The Guns have gotten smarter than the Cowboys that are using them. Thats a matter of Fact. And every kid they kill has made a profit for an Industry, that profits Guaranteed by an Act. Solid Brass adorns the necks of all thosePresident who sell for Gunsmiths to the World abroad. Or use their might, to influence the Gullible,  Lead us into Wars by Lies and Fraud. They make a wasteland of more than just America, pushing Colts and Bible's neath a Persian Sun. They're Land will never be a beacon of Democracy till it Free's itself from the vice and the Law of the Gun BV's: Free's itself from and the World from the Law of the Gun Free's itself from and the World from the Law of the Gun Claim they're safer while they all Live under the Gun Claim they're safer while they all Live under the Gun They all fall servile neath the feet of a Dollar King
3.
Dinosaurs 05:22
This sounds just like a Fairytale, the kind that make the Wizened pale, at the Hubris of those in the know. There is a Clan of Predators who farm their Prey with Senators and they catch them by stooping real low. The Bait they lay is easy made, addictive to all those who've prayed or Dreamt of a Privileged Life. So Dreams of Gold are spun and sold and people slave till they get Old, all their Lives spent in Debt and in Strife Well Kingdoms come and Fortunes Spent and Kings all claim they've Gods consent to live off their Subjects below. Their subjects learned their place, but when they learned to Read asked how and when, this all came to be just so? BV's: Houndogs and Henchmen with statesman like features Distract us with Bright Lights and Showbuisness Creatures, who service Illusions of Fortune and Fame, and stifle our Brains till compliantly Tame. The Literate who gained a clue and argued for a fairer view, are Bought or Toxified until Lame Yet when Science said that God was dead the Herd put faith in Wealth instead and now Worship at churches of fame. As congregations grow and pray the Greater Good is quietly slayed, Considered a weakness of mind The Guiles by which the clan retain their Kingdoms, Wealth, their States maintained Relies on the Subservient kind. BV's: They are widening moats that divide us by classes and flooded the airwaves with Pomp for the masses They're reason for status, their science dismissed evolved like the Dinosaurs, no longer exists. Years and Nature wear away the hardest rocks and binding clay and change just a matter of Time. When the Politics of Wealth and class were seen to be obese and crass, in the Provinces North IQ's stirred.
4.
LittLe Vices 04:27
They walk soft but leave a Hefty footprint Sharps Suits beneath a Knowing smile Most Public Servants seem to care While some claim Insider knowledge and lead a Scripted dance. But these Guys these Dolls They've no class like Fred Astaire Clubs and Associations all exist to build their Ladders Vice fed, Dark liaisons Closed door conversations Veiled threats with loaded suggestions Sweet deals are Shimmied into line Connections are their currency Big Names and Big decisions Pawns move in Pre-determined ways A soft touch which hides a guided hand Secret Institutions Membership of clubs exclusive Foster their Firm Allegiances Insure Blind Faith with nifty Footwork Might seem some Peccadillo's Justifiable and Innocent But these Guys and Dolls don't work for us They maintain Corrupt Nations and Undermine all change and our lives fall quietly into line All their Little Vices serve to make us Serf's not Master's all their Rewards Positions All Strategic, Bought and Paid for You can take your secret handshakes You can keep that Ball and Chain add it to your Club and Tie And SHOVE THEM FIRMLY WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE
5.
Victor was a soldier, Just not the kind to use a gun He fought for Equity and Freedom With the Guitar and with the song His words were just too dangerous For those who would deny Our Human Rights and Liberty For a Dollar and a Lie He fought the constant battle which yet today persists Gainst Tyranny and Fascism Gainst Greedy Capitalists He hungered not for office He did not yearn for Fame He recognised Corruptions hand in the Entertainment Game Campanero, Campanero Founder of the Bell, that yet still Rings across the Oceans To bear witness how you fell Before the guns of Fascist Soldiers at the Estadio Nacionale In La Pais de Poetas For a Hireling General Our Heroes Showbiz Creatures Our women duped in place, we grow Bloated and distracted and Intolerant of race We celebrate the Wealthy We tolerate the Crass We watch Injustice everyday While sitting on our Ass Compassion has been blinded And Charity's a game We let our Leaders conduct wars and Pillage in our name. We have the means to change the World Yet most grow ignorant They only see the smokescreens Corruptions hand they don't Campanero, Campanero, Founder of the Bell, that yet still Rings across the Oceans To remind us how you fell. To call to arms all Poet Soldiers All who yet still have a Voice To stand United in the Path of those Who Foul the Human Race Well Victor much has changed and much remains Since 73 And tho Chile has some Freedom She yet still is not Free Your songs of Real Democracy like Bells tolled round the World Are hidden by our Media and these days Seldom Heard. They deafen those who yet have Rights Feed them briefly Wealth And Poison them with Avarice then sell them back their Health. But Victor in memorium know your Poetry and Pain Grows many Poet Soldiers whose words fight yet in your name Campanero, Campanero, Founder of the Bell, that yet still Rings across the Oceans To remind us how you fell. To call to arms all Poet Soldiers All who yet still have a Voice To use their Art to fight the Powerful To fight for those who have no choice Campanero, Campanero, Founder of the Bell, that yet still Rings across the Oceans To remind us that you fell. And call to arms all Poet Soldiers All who yet still have a Choice to take Control of Art and Culture To lend the 3 World all a Voice Campanero, Campanero, Founder of the Bell, that yet still Rings across the Oceans To remind us that you fell. To call to arms all Poet Soldiers All who yet still have a Voice To fight for Justice, Change, Democracy While we have Liberty and Choice. Spanish Lyric VICTOR FUE UN SOLDADO NO DEL TIPO QUE USA ARMAS LUCHÓ POR LA IGUALDAD Y LA LIBERTAD CON LA GUITARRA Y LA CANCIÓN SUS PALABRAS FUERON MUY PELIGROSAS CONTRA AQUELLOS QUE NIEGAN LOS DERECHOS HUMANOS Y LA LIBERTAD POR UN DÓLAR Y UNA MENTIRA EL LUCHÓ LA BATALLA COINSTANTE QUE PWRSISTE AÚN HOY CONTRA LA TIRANIA Y EL FASCISMO CONTRA LA AVARICIA DEL CAPITALISTA PASÓ HAMBRE Y NO BUSCABABA LA FAMA RECONOCIÓ LAS MANOS CORRUPTAS EN EL JUEGO DEL ENTRETENIMIENTO CHORUS: CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE DELANTE DE LAS ARMAS DE LOS SOLDADOS FASCISTAS EN EL ESTADIO NACIONAL EN EL PAIS DE LOS POETAS POR UN GENERAL MERCENARIO CHORUS II: CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE DELANTE DE LAS ARMAS DE LOS SOLDADOS FASCISTAS PARA LLAMAR A LAS ARMAS A TODOS LOS SOLDADOS POETAS TODOS AQUELLOS QUE AÚN NO TIENEN VOZ PARA LEVANTARSE UNIDOS CONTRA AQUELLOS QUE SE BURLAN DE LA RAZA HUMANA Nuestros héroes, los monstros del espectáculo Nuestras mujeres engañadas en el sitio Estamos hinchados y distraídos Intolerantes para con las razas Celebramos la riqueza Toleramos la vulgaridad Vemos injusticias todos los días Sentados en nuestros culos La compasión esta ciega Y la caridad es un juego Dejamos que nuestros líderes nos lleven a la guerra Y destruyen en nuestro nombre Tenemos las herramientas para cambiar el mundo Y ellos lo ignoran Solo ven cortinas de humo Pero no las manos de la corrupción Bueno Victor, mucho ha cambiado y mucho queda, desde el 73 Aunque Chile tiene libertad No es del todo libre Tus canciones de verdadera democracia Como campanas que suenan por el mundo Son calladas por los medios Y rara vez se escuchan Ellos defienden aquellos que todavía tienen derechos Les alimentan casi bien Envenenan con su avaricia Y te lo venden de vuelta Pero Victor, gracias a tu poesía y a tu dolor Crecieron muchos soldados poetas que con sus palabras Luchan en tu nombre. CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE PARA LLAMAR ALA PLUMA A TODOS LOS POETAS SOLDADOS Y A TODOS AQUELLOS QUE TODAVÍA HOY TIENEN VOZ PARA USAR SU ARTE Y COMBATIR AL PODEROSO Y LUCHAR POR AQUELLOS QUE NO TIENEN ELECCIÓN CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE PARA LLAMAR ALA PLUMA A TODOS LOS POETAS SOLDADOS Y A TODOS AQUELLOS QUE TODAVÍA TIENE OPCIÓN RETOMAR EL CONTROL DEL ARTE Y LA CULTURA Y BRINDARLE AL TERCER MUNDO TODO NUESTRA VOZ CAMPANERO, CAMPANERO CREADOR DE LA CAMPANA QUE TODAVÍA SUENA A TRAVÉS DE LOS OCÉANOS TESTIGO DE COMO TE SENTISTE PARA LLAMAR ALA PLUMA A TODOS LOS POETAS SOLDADOS Y A TODOS AQUELLOS QUE TODAVÍA HOY TIENEN VOZ PARA LUCHAR POR LA JUSTICIA, EL CAMBIO, DEMOCRACIA MIENTRAS TENEMOS LIBERTAD Y ELECCIÓN
6.
When Dragon Dogs block chosen paths The Wildcat re-aligns While Diversions can be advantageous, in the main most are unkind I once found Love felt Spring would last forever Tho flowers bloom most fade by Winter Weather Not Time Not Natures hand, Not mine, that road was blocked by dogs bound in Dragon Leather Time heals they say some wounds stay All Wary day shy feral cats would say is That while there's choice and you've Kittens to convey Then the only way is round. I try to be magnanimouse Sometimes I'd succeed or I fill the room with elephant Mindful of Spring memories Seasons change, this Winters coat has grown too Heavy I always knew that Love is worth its cost And tho paths change That Love must Fly unhindered and unfettered Free to save the World Fly Free my Love And reach those Lofty heights above and i'll disguise my Wildcat as a mouse, get close and claw those Dragon Dogs when I pounce when the only way left is up
7.
If the Broons were real n relevant Wid Ma Broon yaise her vote she'd ken its just like Gamblin Just like Granpa's weekly Tote. She'd want whits fair fir Kin n Hame a tidy Hoose she'd keep She'd tell Pa Broon vote like a man and no vote like a Sheep. Ma wid see her folk surrounded beh Incompetence n Greed She'd question why so few have much while so many are in need. She'd see Kids desperate fir a Trade, Enlist, then denied their votes. Wid know that if they could wid vote tae chase Incompetents fae office minus coats Ma'd pose some money in the hoose Fir ony rainy days She'd scoff at Gamblin Bankers and Scorn their thieving ways She'd a seen Pa's hard earned crust git taxed then Loaned fir Free tae Banks that widnae dream o doin the Same fir you n me. she'd see Rich Folk and their Gravy trains thir lordships Prone position She'd ken ye hiv tae yaise yir vote tae change their ignorant condition She'd no be quiet on Politix Widda learned frae Granpa Broon Wha'd Lost his Pals in France's fields He'd weep when Poppies bloom. She'd want Joe oot o uniform n safe frae foreign trenches frae wars conducted n conspired doon on Westminsters benches. Fir Daph n Maggie Ma wid like them happy, flush n Merried An thru thir Umpteenth Drevin Test so baith'd no need ferried. The Bairn Ma'd ken her Futures mapped she'd fight fir Right n Fair. If she cud vote she sharely wid There are nae fleh's on her. Ma'd no be faired o Immigrants wid challenge Racist views she widnae be impressed beh a the fear spread thru the news. Coz Glebe street wid be occupied beh bairns o every creed She widnae close her door tae anybody thats in need. She'd be waiting fir an Angel tae win the Hert o Hen and keep him safe fir a his days and yaise the But n Ben She'd smile when Horace takes his bike tae Uni, he'd vote Green She'd fret aboot his student loan kens his brens 'll keep him keen. The twins 'd be leaving secondary, wid follow him tae Uni. Thirs twa in toon baith near baith free They'd no cost much mare money She'd no be comfortably Numb enough tae disregard the itch O her Intellects own gag reflex when her common senses twitch at a the Thieves in Public Office their Corruptions rife and bold from the City Square tae London toon everytime oor stuff gets sold. Ma'd see oor bad news every day and ken that its a fact If you want a Pension fir your kids dinnae gie it tae Fat Cats. She'd see a the connections tween the Judges and thir briefs tween Politicians and the Bankers tween the terrorists n thieves Ma's Temprature ' be rising when thir Hench and Yesmen spout Propagandic Empty Soundbites full o Flatulence n Gout She'd say If your senses hivnae failed yet and your no glued tae yir chair Chase all Incompetents frae office Build yir Bairns a world thats fair Dinna bide at Hame Election days If its rhenin wear a coat Your kids'll only have a Future If you exercise yir vote Yaise Yir Vote tae stop the Gamblin wi Pensions Yaise Yir Vote Tae save oor kids frae trenches Yaise Yir Vote Tae kick the Lords frae Benches Yaise Yir Vote Tae chase Whips frae Houses Yaise Yir Vote Tae chase Kings frae Castles
8.
We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy taking lessons from a twisted teacher We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers. He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures Head High with a confident Glow, He has the keys to every city, he can go where he goes. And he's protected by, well Nobody Knows, when the fan is getting pelted they're all fleet on their toes. And Institutions of the Empire's great and all their Lackie's swimming in his Gravy'd plate Were quick to recommend him to the welfare state, were happy taking selfies with their Showbiz mate We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy taking lessons from a twisted teacher We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers. He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures There's few Hero's out in Showbiz Land, their dealing from the top but its a slight of their hand. And all the schemes from all their Men Mice planned, are subject to their sanctions, while their laughter's canned. Protected appetites that leer and flout, gorging their advantage, while the Fickle pout Indulging every excess when they kneel and crouch, while they guard the road to greatness with the casting couch. We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing nonsense from a twisted teacher We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers. He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures Its no different out in Real world Land, these creatures hold the key to how this world gets scammed. In every workplace, where the need to know, is restricted or directed from above to below. When loyalty taxes any raise or pass, when we allow them to divide us all by wealth or class. For every voluntary blind eye shown, we give permission to these Predators to feast and grow. We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing nonsense from a twisted teacher We're Happy, They're Happy we're happy, Happy hearing Gospels from a dodgy Preacher He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody happy in the Stalls and Bleachers. He's Happy, She's Happy, They're Happy, Everybody Ego strokin Showbiz Creatures
9.
Pitchforks blunt, hasn't been used in ages Well we tried to change the world in a civilised way But Everywhere you look, you see mannequins and Yes men Its those pulling strings that call the play On the television another talking puppet He says he can set things right Declaring War on Religion, in a Goose step tone He says he can set things right by banning all Immigration, spreading fear and segregating He says he can set things right By stealing the wealth of Nations Hi-Jacking our news and Patience He says he can set things right well if he showed Heart and Gumption or leaves here by the nearest junction. every question, prompts his mile long sidestep avoiding truths and wasting time His credibility keeps failing, when he moves his lips With every tweet and spoken line. Solo Maybe he could set things right When he stops taking orders, preaching dogma, building Borders Maybe he could set things right When he stops all pretending, stops defending, the un-defendable Maybe he could set things right When he stops representing, funding, selling, the industry of War Maybe he could set things right You can take me at my word, this Puppetry its just absurd They'res is the road that takes a Democratic Bypass To where we do just what we're told and leads to when, we swap our ethics for a bonus and human rights won, are cheaply sold THey thinks us simple and our Liberty a sales pitch and our objections simply noise Lately folk are cleaning long redundant farmtools and points are sharpened set to poise Maybe time to set them right chase Mannequins from high office Cut strings pulled chase those who profit Maybe time to set them right Cap earnings, cap wealth, ditch status Profile, Psych test all who'd lead us Maybe time to set them right Cut strings between Wealth and Congress Stop rewarding all who'd bleed us Maybe time to set them right
10.
Soulmates 07:32
I know your Ghost is real cause i'm haunted by your smile its buried pretty deep inside, it's been in there a while it doesn't just take namesakes to raise you from my heart, cause every flash of deep smart eyes reminds me we're apart Yet i swear that i still feel you in those better parts of me while i cannot bear to see you trapped my heart won't set you free We're bound in time together with a memory in your role when i'd rather have you with me than just hold you in my soul Well i Hope my soul is bigger than the sky and all its stars and i hope i meet more kindreds than fill Dublins swollen bars But if i cannot hold you cannot free you from my dreams then i'll live with being haunted by your ghost and know it means that we are Soulmate s Everybody needs somebody Everybody needs someone to witness the weathered roads we took traverses lost and won though time and tide conspire to wear thin our worldly suit our souls are set to meet and travel on time under foot You cannot Exorcise those met from dreams, with strategies Some now reside in time long past voice silent, unappeased. if by fate or choice they leave you You have to let them go But is it their memory haunts your dreams or is it their spirit letting you know that you are yet Soulmates Well i Hope your soul is bigger than the sky and all its stars and i hope you meet more kindreds than fill The Apple's A train cars But when you cannot hold them cannot free them from your dreams Just be grateful to be haunted by their ghosts and know this means that at least you had Soulmates at least you had Soulmates From the smallest organisms from the scabs once on your knee for every creature on this rock you held dear or caused to flee All your foes all your companions All your Lovers all your friends All your family past and future until time no longer lends your D and A another lifeline are they Soul-mates one and all if they lived once in your history do they all live, in your soul Those who left a true impression in our time are deepest cast and when they come to mind are welcome and smile back from years long past They are and in our hearts will always be Soulmates Soulmates In my heart you'll always be Soulmates Soulmates If i never said i'll say now of the differences you made of the colour and the light you brought a Lifetime once in shade Your name made my world brighter than all the blooms of Spring your Ghost is warmly welcome till we meet again where Angels Sing Cause we are Soulmates and we will always be Soulmates
11.
Mustangs 04:16
The horses in the stable, had been conferring Posting odds on who might, win the Human Race - a Mare said The rank outsiders are their fittest The race is fixed to slow their Pace With Saddles and Blinkers They slow their quick thinkers By hurdles and Drugs sap their Strength Their Honest their forthright They'll lose by a fortnight Their liars beat them by a length A Colt said, favourites would be Gangsters or maybe Gunsmiths You know the powerful bribe past hurdles in their path A Foal said, their fastest foes might be the Politicians the stable stalls resounded with a Laugh Over and over fixed for those in clover Over before its begun Their Older, their Bolder their heavy with shoulder its not how fair races should run A Thoroughbred said Well their race is off and running out of furlongs Who wins, well we'll have to wait and see Maybe they'll grow smart geld their favourites and let their fittest Mustangs run fair and Free
12.
I have a picture of you with a smile, your arms open wide and your brother laughing in the background. Bathed in summer sunlight/Bring on the World Its like a statement of intent, says despite the troubles sent, says 'i will be content, you know the best and strongest stuff takes years to ferment. Here you stand and as the years fly past some rivers of tears and some barrels of laughs i know you're tougher than a country mile i know your a winner when you wear that smile remember, those hot summer days, we stalked pheasants, watched rabbits and deer, you saved fish from the pan?. Climbed tree's in the Abbey learned to laugh when nothing went to plan. Saw the northern lights pulsing, like the heartbeat of the universe i heard you sigh as the colours changed, i knew you could feel, knew you knew what was real. Chill and let the music steal your heart, for a while you can beat any door cloud with a grin When trouble comes calling make a musical din laughter beats every dark horse by a mile and as you pass by wear that smile .. your way Music and Laughter are a special kind of magic, Cast your spell

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Huge thanks to all the musicians who delivered amazing performances throughout the recordings. This album was entirely self-funded. No Arts Councils, Record Companies or Music Industries were involved in funding or supporting this project. Financial support from The Tunesmith, Musky and my gigs.

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released January 15, 2019

The Rhythm Section
Kevin Murray - Guitars/Mandolins/Keys
John Rae - Drums
Mario Lima Caribe - Bass
Brian Kellock - Piano

Guest Musicians
Phil Bancroft - Soprano and Tenor Sax
Patrick Bleakley - Bass
Walter Smith - Clarinet
Tommy Smith - Tenor Sax
Rick Taylor - Trombones
Frank Rossiter - Trombones
Mick McCluskey - Tenor Sax
Chris Marra - Pedal Steel
(Wee Kev) - Bass Drum
Grace Murray - Miaow

Backing Vocals
Rick Taylor - Julio Pacheco - St. Andrew - Lisa Lulis - Donny Coutts - Gina Rae - Ailsa and Mary McInroy - Carol Glen Murray - Chris Marra.

Sound Engineering and Production
The Tunesmith - The Forge
Dave Grey - Sound Cafe
Allan McGlone - Outer Space.
Dave Paterson + Mike Brown - Eastlake 1
Geoff Allan - CaVa Studio

Piano Hire - Stewart

Artwork
June Smith and Grace Murray

Rhythm Section Recordings at Sound Cafe, Penicuik, Edinburgh
Soloists at The Forge, Eastlake 1, Ca Va - Glasgow.
Mastering - Allan McGlone, Outer Space.

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Composer, Musician, Songwriter - Tunesmith is shorter!
lives with a cat in a Glen in Scotland where the local wildlife tolerates and encourages students of Music.
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