drums
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Knuckle Dregs

Single, released 14 September 2023

"retro with hints of Giorgio Moroder, while at the same time new and uniquely Alfonse" - BakenekoMusic

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ALFONSE
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After the Wave

After The Wave

Familiar Faces

I've had the first three lines of this one knocking about for absolutely AGES. But whenever I found myself idly strumming the chords, I just couldn't work out a final pay-off line. 'Judgement day', 'toll to pay', 'time to pray'. All these options were tried and discarded. And then... well, it was so bloody obvious. The idea of 'Hell to pay' suggested some kind of Faustian pact, which meant all the other words fell into place super quickly. Funny how one line can unlock a whole song...

Musically, I wanted to get a 60s, beat music vibe going. All the guitar parts were played on my friend Fareed's gorgeous Custom Shop Telecaster through his Lazy J amp, both of which I'm babysitting at the moment, and through a trusty SM57. I don't know if that made it sound better than my normal setup, but I certainly felt cooler than usual playing it 😎

LYRICS

I call my baby on the seventh day
Tell her everything that I gotta say
I can’t keep looking the other way
When there’s hell to pay

I talked to the devil by the state highway
The devil told me everything'd be ok
I shoulda known better, shoulda run away
Now there’s hell to pay

Take my money
Take my pride
But don’t take the love
That is rightfully mine
I’m begging for deliverance
But it don’t make no difference this time

Right from the moment I signed my name
My run of bad luck, well it started to change
But I was saving up trouble for a sunny day
Now there's hell to pay

Take my money
Take my pride
But don’t take the love
That is rightfully mine
I’m begging for deliverance
But it don’t make no difference this time

And then one day an angel crossed my path
With wings of gold just like the sun
I hoped she'd save me from this fiery wrath
But it was always borrowed, now my time has come

I call my baby on the seventh day
Tell her pretty soon I'll be moving away
Where I'm bound? Well, I cannot say
‘Cause there's hell to pay

Oh there's
Hell to pay, hell to pay...
I'm sorry baby, but there's hell to pay

Hell To Pay

The Jojo Man Band - She's So Beautiful

Lyrics by Tony Harris
Vocal/Guitar/Production by Phillip Clarkson
           	
HE PLAYED THE BIG STADIUMS	
EVEN PLAYED THE OPRY	
HAD A WHOLE LOT A FANS	
A BIG MAN WHEN TALKING COUNTRY	
	
HE TRAVELED A MILLION MILES OR TWO	
ON HIS BIG SILVER EAGLE BUS	
HAD A FIVE MEMBER COUNTRY BAND	
THAT HE COULD ALWAYS TRUST	
	
THEY WERE PLAYNG THE RIGHT CHORDS	
SINGING THE RIGHT SONG'S AT THE RIGHT TIME	
RECEIVING GOLD RECORDS AND AWARDS	
THEM BOY'S WERE WORKING OVERTIME	

CHORUS	
THE SILVER EAGLE'S NOT ROLLING ANYMORE	
HE'S PLAYING HIS FLAT TOP WHENEVER HE CAN	
THE SILVER EAGLE'S NOT ROLLING ANYMORE	
HE'S JUST A ONE MAN BAND	
HE'S JUST A ONE MAN BAND (2ND CHORUS ONLY)	
	
	
A BAD MANAGER TOOK HIS MONEY	
LEFT HIM HIGH AND DRY	
HE SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT COMING	
THE MUSIC IN HIM WLL NEVER DIE	
	
AS HE DRIVES HIS OLD CADILLAC	
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE WITH THE WIND	
HE WISHES HE COULD GO BACK	
AND RIDE THAT EAGLE AGAIN	
	
UP IS SOMETIMES DOWN	
NO MORE SCREAMING FANS	
AS THE WORLD GOES ROUND	
HE'S PUT IT ALL IN GOD'S HANDS	
	
(REPEAT CHORUS)	
	
PLEASE DON'T CRY FOR HIM	
HE PLAYED HIS MUSIC	
AND LIVED HIS DREAMS	
	
© 2016 Lyrics by Tony Harris 
              Vocal/Guitar/Mix Phillip Clarkson	(BMI)

The Silver Eagle's Not Rollin' Anymore (Lyrics by Tony - Featuring Phillip Clarkson) - Original

Here's the final version of this song, with old timey fiddle added. A traditional song from the USA and Britain, arranged by Chris & Josh.

Josh McAlexander on vocals and upright bass.
https://soundcloud.com/josh-mcalexander
Chris O on dulcimer, resonator and vocals (and mix)
Simon Watts on fiddle.

I Went To See My Molly ~ with fiddle. Chris O, Josh McAlexander, ft. Simon Watts on fiddle

Mrs Rhymes - Media Corruption (hang your heads in shame) produced by ZitroxBeats.
THEY CAN'T SILENCE US ALL!
https://www.facebook.com/teampcni/

Hook:
Belfast telegraph, pedo protectors
P.S.N.I child neglecters 
Media corruption hang your heads in shame
Lying to the public tryna pass the blame  

Verse: 
Governments  meeting at Bohemian Grove
But I bet you don’t know what inside of there holds
Do the  research, I bet you’ll get a surprise 
Media outlets print nothing but lies
Hide  behind the facade  that they care for our kids
When in reality they wanna abuse the trust that we give
Sexualising  little kids,  they wanna change the law
It’s time to rise up and say fuk them all
Stop lining their pockets and buying their shit
Watch their little companies crumble  to bits
We are the people and our money is  the power
Make complaints and have them mother fukers sacked by the hour
They ain’t shit without us, we have the control
There hiding information they don’t want us to know
Like the horrors in Kincora and the Catholic priests
Grooming gangs in Rochdale,  taking kids off the streets

Media Corruption (hang your heads in shame)

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,


I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,


so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

A Houndly Frolic

Scared Of The Sun

Synth enthusiast and demonstrator of cult noise-making objects.

"Boss of Keys" Leo T, a YouTube user

"Doing a fancy job of demonstrating these cult objects" Munatix Music

"It was love at first listen" Et Musique Pour Tous

"Fashioned by a subtly intense smartness" Aerial Noise

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