My pumpkin!

Well...It took about two hours...plus a bit of time fixing up bits and pieces....But here it is!

John Lennon Pumpkin!

Crayon Angels (cover song)

Hey guys,

Just a little video of a song Ive been working on recently...Hope you like it!

Blues/Reggae Solo.

Hey guys!
Just a little update showing what Ive been up to musically...Hope you like it!
-Ronald

Dont say

My blue skies turned grey
Since you went away my colors faded,
Cause you are not near,

Don’t say a word, its not needed here.

The chair where you sat,
Goes empty today,
The bed where you slept,.
Still lays unmade

Don’t say a word, Its not needed here

I had a dream about you,
I held your hand in mine,
And when I woke, I was without you,
And so Ill keep dreaming until that time

Don’t say a word, its not needed here.

The days continue to pass without you,
Bt soon enough it will be time,
And then Ill go out to find you,
And Ill ask you to be mine.

Number three on Reverbnation!!!!!

Hey guys!
Haven't posted much blog-wise in a while...
Thought Id share my current ranking on ReverbNation...I'm number three!!...Im pretty dang excited about it!
You can check out my ReverbNation here - http://www.reverbnation.com/ronaldratcliffe
Have a good one everybody!
-Ronald

A solo I wrote...

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...Lets all say a prayer...For those who during this time...need love...God bless the Waldron family....

Tiger Mountain Peasant song - Cover

Whoa, hoa, hoa!...

I made the "Revurb Nations top 30" on the PA Folk/ acoustic artists charts today!...Im #28...Heh, not the best but hey I'm on the charts!...

I don't know about this....

Today is a day, when I have not too much to say.

Photography...

Was messing around with my camera alot today...here's some of the stuff I came up with, hope ya like it.

All that and a deck of cards...

Rains comin' down,
It soaks these city streets,
While the wind's still blowing,
Whispering through the trees.

My guitar sings me a melody,
A lullaby so to speak,
it brings my soul to rest for a bit,
And my mind a certain peace.

The piano tells me a story,
While I write the words onto the page,
Although I've written it a thousand times,
It never ceases to amaze,

I look outside and see the rain,
Falling gently to the ground,
As I listen closely for the refrain,
How I love these sweet sounds.

All or nothing...

Hand in hand,
Looking into your eyes,
Not saying a word,
Cause' words can't really describe,

The way I feel right now,
Just sitting here with you,
With you in my arms,
There's nothing else I'd rather do,

I could just stay here,
And stay here forever,
It seems that I just forget about time,
When we are together,

I love to hear your voice,
And see your smile,
I love the words you write,
And your artistic style,

I know you've heard it before,
but your everything to me,
You are amazing, awesome and beautiful,
and your all I'll ever need.

My goal.

Alright guys, so this is my goal...I am going to write a post everyday for the next month....here it goes.

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Just thinking about nothing...
Which is something,
You cannot think about nothing,
obviously if your thinking about it,
it has to be something,
how can you think about that which you have never known?
And how can you determine what you are thinking about,
If the thought had never existed in the first place,
Just thinking about nothing....which is something....

"What the......"

When I go walking down the street often times people will turn and see me and say something...either to me or after I have passed by. I have gotten some nice compliments, and also some not so nice comments...


I guess what I am trying to get at here is my image...what people think when they see me...
it is really quite a prejudice and odd way of thinking. Most times people either think I am a rebel, druggie or just hardcore...I am really none of those things, If I was to describe myself to you I would say that I am more of a laid back, fun loving guy...well, most times anyways...
But the point is that too often somebody wont even give you a chance just based on the way you look, and most times the way they judge you is completely wrong...


More than likely I will end up having to change my appearance just so that I will be able to land a job somewhere...hopefully not, but still, my chances are pretty slim...
Its just so weird that you can't really have your own image...its sort of like you have to submit to the world to get somewhere...and if you don't then you are just rejected....
People in general don't want to hang out with someone who is uncool and has no taste in style...but you know what, I don't really think I want to hang out with such a person anyways...I like individuality...you can have your style , I'll take what I've got...every man to his own.


And you know what, I say screw it...for as long as I can anyways, bring on the dreads ,bring on those weird shades, bring on those tight neon pants...and let nothing come in the way of expressing yourself...whether through art, music, what you wear, or whatever you do...be who you want to be, do what you want to do...who cares what anyone else thinks, not me anyways.

Learning....

So what should I say,
Scared to speak, let alone move,
"I suppose I shoulds" filled my head,
and I'd end up standing still,
Until one day when it happened by chance,
That my thoughts carried through,
It happened so gradually,
and everything is still new,
Not quite sure of what Im doing,
But im learning pretty quick,
I've learned that if I offer my hand to hold hers,
She wont think Im insane,
Ive learned that saying nothing can say everything,
Ive learned to take in the moment,
Ive learned how to laugh,
Ive learned so much in these weeks that have passed,
And so as I have many times heard it said,
"Then in the end,
the love you take,
is equal to the love....
you make"....

This is my Sam's town

Hey guys,

So today I was listening to a live version of a song called Sams town,

at the beginning of the song the lead singer says " I hope you have all found your Sam's town" and it got me thinking..."where is my Sam's town"...for me it is not a physical place, but more of a spiritual place, a place where I feel comfort and peace, a place where I can get away from the world for a little while, it is my home, it is My Sam's town...So I hope that whoever you may be, and whoever you plan to be, or hope to be....I hope that you have found your Sam's Town, your place to run to when all seems lost, your place of comfort....your home.

Bluebird song