Leon Russell takes the lead on "Come on in my Kitchen" from the rehearsals for the Concert for Bangladesh. There's a good view of George's sanded-down Fender Stratocaster toward the end. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=matmSgZ9-DQ

"Let it Go" by Thomas Williams Free download and streaming at http://reverbnation.com/thomaswilliams7 https://www.facebook.com/ThomasWilliamsMusic/?ref=bookmarks https://www.instagram.com/thomaswilliamsmusic/ Support me with a donation at: https://paypal.me/TWilliamsMusic Lyrics: Tell me with glances when words lose their worth The showing of sleeves, the faint signs of mirth Tell if it please you, and I'll gladly stay And if you should falter, I'll be listening anyway When the man comes to call As he will for us all And all has been said And you haven't the strength To recoil from his touch If the weight is too much Let it go Don't stay for me, this isn't the time You've done all you can, the burden is mine To take what you gave, and let go in time And keep you to hand in a smile and a rhyme When the man comes to call As he will for us all And all has been said And you haven't the strength To recoil from his touch If the weight is too much Let it go Let me go ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdCKh2gLlPI

"My Slow Fall" by Thomas Williams Free download and streaming at http://reverbnation.com/thomaswilliams7 https://www.facebook.com/ThomasWilliamsMusic/?ref=bookmarks https://www.instagram.com/thomaswilliamsmusic/ Support me with a donation at: https://paypal.me/TWilliamsMusic Lyrics: Through the floorboards, people relating Foreign in concept and execution I ask for nothing beyond restitution I make the choice, give in again The bottle tilts until the glass is half empty Another triumph, another success Another tilt and emptiness is complete The night comes, enveloping blackness And you, slipping away from me You And all at once, I'm met with resistance as I resume my slow fall Tumbling blindly down the rabbit hole Thanking you kindly for bearing your soul Street girls silhouette's seared in the ceiling, blurred like neon afterglow The deal goes down, another is saved tonight The streetlight provides free tickets to the show Cauterising open memories beneath the moonlight rays Staring out of unseeing eyes Drawing in months and years the lines of my face And you, slipping away from me You And all at once, I'm met with resistance as I resume my slow fall Tumbling blindly down the rabbit hole Thanking you kindly for bearing your soul ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLbif3s0gb8

"She" by Thomas Williams Free download and streaming at http://reverbnation.com/thomaswilliams7 https://www.facebook.com/ThomasWilliamsMusic/?ref=bookmarks https://www.instagram.com/thomaswilliamsmusic/ Support me with a donation at: https://paypal.me/TWilliamsMusic Lyrics: You recognise her face from the papers, or the TV, or in your magazines The whole world knows her name, she remains untouched by fame She's an ordinary girl behind the scenes She doesn't like media attention, but she'll always stop to meet with the fans She writes all of her own songs and she knows what's right from wrong The Beatles are her favourite band She is mine, She is yours and She lives on our applause She has everything and nothing that she needs She can have her privacy as long as we can see Her sculpted cheeks bring grown men to their knees There was outcry when she switched to electric, but in the stands the diehard fans were going wild The paparazzi lifting up the pavement for a photograph, and when they failed gossip would suffice You were willing to forgive her indiscretions and you grew together, left behind your teens And you followed without question, 'till she took a new direction and swapped her leather pants for cut-off jeans She is mine, She is yours. She demands our applause She's so far beyond the likes of you and me She's a marketing success, designed and sculpted by the best Overproduced and overplayed on the MTV And now she's made the pilgrimage back to her roots She makes her living on sales from '91 And her gigs are always packed, but the bars are small And the rider never seems to last too long Her eyes are empty well before she draws them closed Now she has lines upon her brow and underneath her nose She fought against her fame, but they all wind up the same Not everybody wins a prize, but everybody pays to play the game Everybody pays to play the game ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PP5yYmmSAo