Ray Palmer is a musician who was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA. He discovered his talent for music at age 9. He plays the drums, piano, guitar, bass, and saxophone and sings lead vocals and harmonies.
Ray has performed with both cover and original bands for over 10 years and has recorded multiple original albums. He is presently the leader of his local original/cover band; The Ray Palmer Band. Top notch players and great energy, easily one of the best bands in Philly. Playing in clubs and bars near you! Check them out! Albums available: "Radio-Active" ('07), "60 Strong Words" ('09), "Songs" ('11), " "Unplugged" ('12), "Space Sessions" ('16). Message me for your copy now!
Ray Palmer we are friends of yours and fans of yours back from Mike Lecompt days at the Carousel. We want to know where you are now because we want to come see you your devoted fans always row and Kathy❤
@@raypalmerperformer I meant this is the original as in the original way the song was performed. I'm bad about being vague or just not being clear enough so I do apologize but I still think it is just as good as the original and hope you continue to share your talent with the world.
@@ematthews1880 it’s totally cool! N thanks! In musical jargon, “original song” vs. “cover song” is used all the time.. this version is just like the way the original is performed, you’re right.
I- Don’t know what you really want, But it’s left me on the front lines of my escape. From love- I don’t want to run away. I'm done with all the games we play. And although fate- Might have things a different way, I just want to hear you say that you care. But every time I talk to you, The words come out but all fucked up. I’m sorry. What I meant to say was… I swear if I ever had half a chance At happiness in life, it’s you. I- Never meant to make you cry. I don’t want to be that guy. It’s just not right. Together- Our love shining brighter than bright. We’ll stand up to all the demons in life. And we’ll be safe. But every time I talk to you, The words come out but all fucked up. I’m sorry. What I meant to say was… I swear if I ever had half a chance At happiness in life, it’s you.
I thought of fire, but I feared that the burning of an infinite book might likewise prove infinite and suffocate the planet with smoke! (Only a great author could conjure up such a powerful image)
“CONQUEROR WORM” Lo! ’t is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly- Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! That motley drama-oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!-it writhes!-with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out-out are the lights-out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
“Ariel” Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!-The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, Nigger-eye Berries casting dark Hooks- Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows. Something else Hauls me through air- Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel- Dead hands, dead stringencies. And now I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas. The child’s cry Melts in the wall. And I Am the arrow, The dew that flies Suicidal, at one with the drive Into the red Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Verse 1 Arizona moon keep shining From the desert sky above You know pretty soon That big yellow moon Will light the way back to the one you love. Verse 2 Blue shadows on the trail Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream All of the doggies are in the corral All of your work is done Just close your eyes and dream little pal Dream of someone Verse 3 Blue shadows on the trail Soft wind blowing through the trees above All the other little cowboys Back in the bunkhouse now, so Close your eyes and dream
