Friday, September 1, 2017


Listening to this song once again, I've decided it's a damn good song. It ought to be produced... edit a few verses towards the end, stop the wavering speed. Better recording studio... a few new bells and whistles added...add echo, perhaps 3 singers... and ZOWEE we got a hit!
I have to sing it again, natch.
I don't want much. do I?
(C)2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock Corporation. All rights reserved.
Check it out, you might see what I mean about the quality of the song.

This song was written on the road - taking a trip by car down the east coast of the United States... from Toronto south, sleeping by the ocean in a station wagon I had. Down through Carolina, Georgia and into Florida, across Florida to the gulf. Panama city was seen as Paradise by a street character in one of my stories...But he'd never been there. So I thought I'd better see the one in Florida. I'd been to the Panama City in Panama... Sleeping on the gulf coast I saw lightning crossing the ocean towards us... and a heron standing very still in the water by the shore.
We went as far as New Orleans and stayed there a few weeks during Mardi Gras.
The song is called: THE WINDS OF CHANGE, THE WIND REMAINS(C)1980-2017 by W.G. Milne. Once again the tape speeding up has made my voice too high. But I love some of the lyrics in this one, so despite imperfections, here's the song anyway.
Hope you may enjoy.

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