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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe.
Dice Will Role (Blues Will Flow) ISRC UK2VG1900004
Always been the next in line. Take your turn boy, bide your time.
I’ve stood as other people pass, the lasts gone first and first gone last, but now
Dice will role, and blues will flow.
Dice will role, and the blues will flow.
Standing on this floating bridge. Kiss of Judas on my lips.
I’ve stood as other people pass, the lasts gone first and first gone last, but now
Dice will role, and blues will flow.
Dice will role, and the blues will flow.
Hard to keep the hammer down. Turn my back on another town.
I’ve stood as other people pass, the lasts gone first and first gone last, but now
Dice will role, and blues will flow.
Dice will role, and the blues will flow.
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All You Millionaires
03:27
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
All You Millionaires ISRC UK2VG1900002
Hear my words you shakers and all you Millionaires,
When you meet your makers, do you think they’ll care?
How you made your silver, where you spent your gold.
It’s no good crossing fingers, cos’ stories will be told.
When you get to the river, who will pay your fare?
Cos’ your money counts for nothing even if you are a millionaire.
Time will make you orphans, conscience won’t prevail,
So who will offer shelter, or live to tell the tale?
Choice there was for certain and choice there’ll be again,
So think upon your reasons, the who, the why, the when.
When you get to the river, who will pay your fare?
Cos’ your money counts for nothing even if you are a millionaire.
Speaking to reflections, keeps the truth away.
But when they click their fingers, you become the prey.
There’s blood in the water, keeps them circling round,
And when they smell a weakness, then you won’t be found.
When you get to the river, who will pay your fare?
Cos’ your money counts for nothing even if you are a millionaire.
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Old Crow Road
04:34
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Got It And Gone
04:09
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Got It And Gone ISRC UK2VG1900013
It’s always here, I lose the fight.
Emotions unclear, I say goodnight.
Dark suspicions, a fall from grace.
Glimpse the future, a lonely place.
Eyes of silver, chains of gold.
Won’t free you spirit, or heal your soul.
What you did wasn’t wrong.
I hear your voice; I’ve got it and gone.
Spend my days on, a razors edge.
Wondering how I can burn this bridge.
It’s always this way, when ere’ we meet.
I won’t go forward, you won’t retreat.
Eyes of silver, chains of gold.
Won’t free you spirit, or heal your soul.
What you did wasn’t wrong.
I hear your voice; I’ve got it and gone.
I talk to mirrors, they answer back.
Keys in the lock but, it’s you I lack.
I have to realise, how right you are.
My one companion, a mason jar.
Eyes of silver, chains of gold.
Won’t free you spirit, or heal your soul.
What you did wasn’t wrong.
I hear your voice; I’ve got it and gone.
I hear your voice; I’ve got it and gone.
I hear your voice; I’ve got it and gone.
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Gig Ready
04:26
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Gig Ready ISRC UK2VG1900006
I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
Yeah I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
Playing when I’m lonely, singing for the brave.
It’s never going to own me but I’ll always be its slave.
It lifts me up and it turns me round.
The spark it made burnt the church house down.
I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
Yeah I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
Found my fortune, in between the lines.
With a one way ticket to ride them blinds.
Count my blessings, on the road I choose.
I’ll go the distance but I’ll never play to loose.
I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
Yeah I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
Playing music, is wanderlust.
You can hide your treasures, like diamonds in the dust.
When you’re in the zone, you should take your shot.
Cos’ the games not over till’ you’ve given all you’ve got.
I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
Yeah I was born gig ready, heading for a fall.
I’ve lived my life rock steady, waiting for the blues to call.
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Paper Cup
05:12
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Paper Cup ISRC UK2VG1900010
Came into this world with a smile for the camera,
And a heart that was beating like a nine pound hammer.
Laid my music like a railroad track,
Became clairvoyant so I couldn’t look back.
You know it’s just how the world works,
Use the time to refine, but take just what you need.
So I’m holding my world in a paper cup,
It’s full to the brim so I can’t look up.
Place my heart in a crystal bowl,
And count my blessings cos’ it suits my soul.
Headed out down that lonesome road,
Living a mystery that won’t be solved.
Kept my nerve when the well ran dry,
And raised my head to a clear blue sky.
You know it’s just how the world works,
Use the time to refine, but take just what you need.
So I’m holding my world in a paper cup,
It’s full to the brim so I can’t look up.
Place my heart in a crystal bowl,
And count my blessings cos’ it suits my soul
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Little Miracle (Aria’s Song) ISRC UK2VG1900007
Where you been so long, little girl, my little miracle.
Take my hand and run, with me, my little miracle.
Time was or it seemed to be, so sure.
We’d spend our lives in separate dreams, but no more.
Where you been so long, little girl, my little miracle.
Take my hand and run, with me, my little miracle.
Now we’re here in a sweet embrace, so low.
Your angel hair, falls around your face, don’t let go.
Where you been so long, little girl, my little miracle.
Take my hand and run, with me, my little miracle.
Rise and fall, I watch you breathe, so free.
Your head upon a golden sleeve stay with me.
Where you been so long, little girl, my little miracle.
Take my hand and run, with me, my little miracle.
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Ace In The Hole
03:37
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Ace In The Hole ISRC UK2VG1900001
Late one night in Memphis, we were drinking the wishing well,
When across the street came a funky beat, clear as a bell.
A bottle rocket combo, were making you move your feet,
Like a cool fillet gumbo,
Too hot to eat.
You can keep your Alma Mater,
Forget your jelly roll,
Long’ as me and the boys can make some noise,
At the Ace in the Hole.
So we joined the queue for a better view of the band at the bar,
And stood beside the mesmerised, from near and afar.
They were slippin’ and a slidin’, to such a sweet refrain,
From a silent conversation to a dog on a chain.
You can keep your Alma Mater,
Forget your jelly roll,
Long’ as me and the boys can make some noise,
At the Ace in the Hole.
Listening to the melody, kept changing the groove,
It made it feel so wild and free, defied you to move.
It took you to a better place, broke free of the chains,
You can turn away from a sunny day, but the picture still remains.
You can keep your Alma Mater,
Forget your jelly roll,
Long’ as me and the boys can make some noise,
At the Ace in the Hole.
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Money Tree
02:27
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Money Tree ISRC UK2VG1900008
You keep your thunder, hiding way below the money tree.
It makes you wonder, just what people hear and who they see.
But it keeps you on the boards and your thunder way below the money tree.
The days were numbered, when you used to play for how you feel.
And now they slumber, trading passion for a ready meal.
But it keeps you on the boards and your thunder way below the money tree.
They crave for history, seeking comfort in a memory.
It’ still a mystery, why they keep their ears in slavery.
But it keeps you on the boards and your thunder way below the money tree.
But it keeps you on the boards and your thunder way below the money tree.
But it keeps you on the boards and your thunder way below the money tree.
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Blue Horizons
03:36
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Blue Horizons ISRC UK2VG1900003
Sign me up for blue horizons. Sail my ship out on a calmer sea.
Put those grey skies behind me now, blue horizons welcome me.
For too long now, I’ve kept in line. I’ve held my breath, I’ve wasted time.
I’ve watched the sun, rise and set. Kept on the run, with no regret.
I’ve spent my luck, I’ve been undone. I’ve come unstuck, I’ve lost and won.
But far ahead, I feel the sun. It warms my head and bids me run.
Sign me up for blue horizons. Sail my ship out on a calmer sea.
Put those grey skies behind me now, blue horizons welcome me.
I’ve made the trades, I’ve reasoned rhyme and bit my lip, said it’s fine.
I’ve lost the plot, I’ve rolled the dice, I’ve let things go and paid the price.
I’ve played the field, called the shots, broken deals and drawn for lots.
I’ve waved goodbye and kissed hello, I’ve opened up and closed the show.
Sign me up for blue horizons. Sail my ship out on a calmer sea.
Put those grey skies behind me now, blue horizons welcome me.
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Put Me In My Place
03:09
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Put Me In My Place ISRC UK2VG1900012
Hey hey, what you gonna’ say, you take it on the chin to fight another day.
My my, it’s no disgrace, It is what it is, cos’ you put me in my place.
We started out, the best of friends.
If I said ‘Jump’, I knew you were in awe of me.
Then one day, you reached the end.
Stood your ground, held the chains and cut us free.
Hey hey, what you gonna’ say, you take it on the chin to fight another day.
My my, it’s no disgrace, It is what it is, cos’ you put me in my place.
Since then, it’s a different race.
You live your life, swinging from a different tree.
I see a change of face.
You thumb your nose, and keep the hell away from me.
Hey hey, what you gonna’ say, you take it on the chin to fight another day.
My my, it’s no disgrace, It is what it is, cos’ you put me in my place.
I’ve tried, to put things right.
Change your mind, and make you wish that you could stay.
But when all’s said and done.
I can do no more; you’ve chose to go a separate way.
Hey hey, what you gonna’ say, you take it on the chin to fight another day.
My my, it’s no disgrace, It is what it is, cos’ you put me in my place.
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Living With Fragile Things ISRC UK2VG1900014
Today is a gift, that’s what they say.
See what a morning brings.
Life’s an adventure, every day.
Living with fragile things.
We trust the sun, won’t cut and run. But fill our days, with glory.
Cos’ when the rain, takes hold again. We read a different story.
Today is a gift, that’s what they say.
See what a morning brings.
Life’s an adventure, every day.
Living with fragile things.
Some days seem fair, you eat the bear. It keeps the wheels, turning.
So don’t be blue, when bear eats you. That bridge was built, for burning.
Today is a gift, that’s what they say.
See what a morning brings.
Life’s an adventure, every day.
Living with fragile things.
Don’t fill your days, with 50 ways. To stop the sun, returning.
To keep the grey, out of the day. Is a lesson worth, the learning
Today is a gift, that’s what they say.
See what a morning brings.
Life’s an adventure, every day.
Living with fragile things.
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Dust Off The Rust
04:39
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
Dust Off The Rust ISRC UK2VG1900005
I’ve been spending my time cross the county line, under the hood with a friend of mine,
Reading between the direction signs, it’s time to make that engine whine.
It’s for lane blacktop looking back, heading down that glory track,
Running the lines like a quarter back, its goodbye defence Hi attack.
When it’s all show, no go, jacked up and loose,
A positive vibe is the road to choose, keep the faith it’s in blues we trust,
It’s time to shake the dust off the rust, time to shake the dust off the rust’
Time to shake the dust off the rust, time to shake the dust
Now it’s ‘four on the floor’, not ‘three on the tree, with white wall tyres and a bucket seat
Air scoop singing like an old banshee, aint’ no finer place to be.
Its four speed forward and no reverse, flying across the universe
What goes round, comes round, there’s a thing, who knows just what tomorrow brings.
When it’s all show, no go, jacked up and loose,
A positive vibe is the road to choose, keep the faith it’s in blues we trust,
It’s time to shake the dust off the rust, time to shake the dust off the rust’
Time to shake the dust off the rust, time to shake the dust
With a big block powertrain under the hood, stretched and slammed like you know it should,
Mild to wild in a So Cal mood, this little black coupe will shake the groove.
The hammerhead hood is a hot rod hell, fixed and tricked to a real steel shell,
It’s whack shack ready you can ring that bell, and red light running’ is its wishing well.
When it’s all show, no go, jacked up and loose,
A positive vibe is the road to choose, keep the faith it’s in blues we trust,
It’s time to shake the dust off the rust, time to shake the dust off the rust’
Time to shake the dust off the rust, time to shake the dust
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The Patient One
04:54
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Music & Lyrics by Keith Howe
The Patient One ISRC UK2VG1900011
I remember when we first shared a summer’s day,
I was happy to remain but you chose to stay.
That was when you first showed a restless heart,
I should have known there and then,
It would keep us apart,
But not me, I’m the patient one.
Place with me, your lucky charm, when you choose to roam.
And I will keep it safe from harm, to always guide you home.
So we travelled down the road to a different drum,
When I started out to walk you began to run.
Like a river heading down to the open sea.
But I knew now and then,
It would flow by me,
Cos’ you see, I’m the patient one.
Place with me, your lucky charm, when you choose to roam.
And I will keep it safe from harm, to always guide you home.
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Keith Howe England, UK
Well this is me after spending more than 50 years writing and performing Blues/Rock. So after keeping Blue on Black and
Blacktop Deluxe on the road for the past 17 years, I've made my first solo album.
I’m very proud of what we’ve managed to achieve with the help of some very talented musicians and friends, so I really hope you enjoy these new songs & thank you for supporting my Music.
Keith
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