Name: 'Out Of Luck' by ACOUSTIC GROWL
Duration: 4 min 14 s
Description: 'Out Of Luck' by Acoustic Growl (Richard Barry)

@mskathyfreeman: Oh Kathy, that means a lot to me!! Thank you so much!

truckload of tension in this track --- makes us wait until it will explode, but it never does which is great! love the bluesy attitude and the super smart single-word choruses.

You're a great songwriter for sure. I like the way the drums are set back in the mix and vocals and guitar are up front, gives such depth

aha/ on the rocks/cool soundN /deep man/great folk

Harbor City

Mountain alien is a mysterious song played with piano and sung beautifully with clear voice.

Mountain alien

We're going under
This is not our lucky day
My mind's asunder
Oh, let's save those thoughts away
Yeah I heard the thunder
There are still so many things to say
You disturbed our slumber
Oh, this is not your lucky day

We're going out there
We're going all the way, the wrong way
You may think it's unfair
But it was you who chose to play
And now we don't care
No, we can keep this up all day
Yeah, you better beware
'Cause this seems not you lucky day

Oh this is where you drown, you drown
It's all the same so let's, get out of town
Love will end and now, you're down, you're down
Thoughts may blend, and you, will drown, will drown

Oh this is where you drown, you drown
It's all the same so let's, get out of town
Love will end and now, you're down, you're down
Thoughts may blend, and you, will chase yourself around

Lucky Day

The October 2022 DIAMC writing prompt was about displacement, taking a character either fictional or real and putting them into an alternative reality. I imagined a world where Little Red was all grown up and off to the bright lights and big city, in search of Mr Wolf.

Demo, recorded in the spare bedroom of our holiday cottage in Ackergill.



Little Red

Little Red she’s grown up proper
Little Red, nothing’s going to stop her
She’s going to shine, like the moon
Mr Wolf, big man in the city
Mr Wolf sure likes them pretty
In for a surprise, Mr Wolf
You’d better watch that back
Look both ways
She’s coming for her due
Little Red

Little Red, headed for the Hood
Telling Granny she is going to be good
She may be lying, but honest she’s trying
Little Red steps into his bar
Mr Wolf greets her with a snarl
“Hrrrrrrrr, Babe, you’re looking swell”
Little Red flicks back long hair
Walks by, ignoring his stare
“Make mine a double on the rocks 
And wipe that look, off your face,
I swapped out that blunt old axe,
For some Mace
And I’m not afraid to use it,
Don’t need a Woodcutter no more.”

Little Red, now she’s a star
Mr Wolf, he’s gone and bought her a car
And a house, and a yacht, and a ring
He fell under her spell
Little Red, she played him so well
But damn, that girl could sing
Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

“Turned out there’d been a bit of a misunderstanding. Mr Wolf isn’t all bad, you know? Last I heard…he’d gone and bought Granny…a new condo”

Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

"Turns out, it had all been a misunderstanding. Mr Wolf, well, he is all bad you know. In fact, the last I heard, he'd gone a bought Granny a new condo.

Ahoooooo, Little Red
Ahoooooo, Little Red

© S Barr 2022

Little Red - Demo

ballistic

This is a song based on a riddim and chord progression that Tez originated. I added bass, some synth, and some slide. He then added some more guitar parts, including that cool wah that you hear in there. I like that it has a hard, ominous feel to it. Thanks for listening and, if you're reading this, for doing so.

Sliding Dub (with Llanpsych)

Well hello my friend I will see you
with the summers and years realized
All those good times in disguise 
In our youthful eyes

And although we go I think that you should finally know
I'd never trade away those nights or live my life another time
Singin songs then like, "where were you while we were gettin high?"
yeah Ooooo Ooooo

Living out on the other side
you can feel our great divide
Cause the journey can be strange 
you reach your home and find you've changed.

But I can't explain it all 
why can't we all rise beyond our fall?
And that's just how it goes never understanding what we've always known.
But you can't deny it's there or pretend it doesn't lead us to dispair.
Ooooo Ooooo yeah

Well hello my friend I will see you
with the summers and years realized
All those good times in disguise 
In our youthful eyes

And although we go I think that you should finally know
I'd never trade away those nights or live my life another time
Singin songs then like, "where were you while we were gettin' high?"
Ooooo Ooooo yeah yeah

V5.71

We're Far Away

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Thinking about the future when robots are something most people have to assist them with day to day activities.

Robot

A revision of Chordal Mixtures a piece originally uploaded in June this year.

Chordal Mixtures

Chordal Mixtures Remix 5 Nov 2023

'Out Of Luck' by Acoustic Growl (Richard Barry)

'Out Of Luck'

ACOUSTIC GROWL is the solo troubadour, Richard Barry. Backing vocals on selected tracks courtesy of Marie Wallace and Marianne Henio.

'Out Of Luck'

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