Hi Andrew, sorry, I just saw that I hadn't posted a message, excellent dynamics and guitar solo, very good rock full of energy :)

#16 (Number 16)
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music
A rock soundtrack inspired by a favorite Melbourne Band 'ROCKET SCIENCE'

#16 (Number 16)

🎼👉https://musescore.com/user/102916054/scores/25814749

Dance Of The Excited Mongoose

This is inspired from a trip to beautiful Sweeden and its Lagom lifestyle. All is in the measure. Hope this gently swings for you.
Ok, Ok, you may be right
Ok, Ok , You may be wrong
Ok, Ok, The sun is bright
Ok, Ok, Everything'll be alright

Ok, Ok, you may be be rich
Ok, Ok you may be poor
Ok, Ok, Take it easy
Don't let the sun drive you crazy 

Ok, Ok, you may be black
Ok, Ok, you may be white
Ok, Ok, Don't get angry 
Ok, Ok, let's be happy (together)

Ok, Ok, you may feel down
Ok, Ok, you may feel high
Ok, Ok, don't you worry
Ok, Ok, let it be, the lagum way !

OK,  OK (you may be right !)

Nights In White Satin

Sue us Sick

Our system is set
Fixed to the right
Impeachment not lit
Blocked by republican blight
It's one rule for white
Another for black
Token dark skinned supreme prefers his backhander tact

This system is broken
Gerrymandered and tricked
Separation of powers almost history with this

It's litigation for optics
Seeds for narrow mind
They won't read the fine print
Only matter headline
Headline of ulterior motive to send
The old confirmed lie as a truth just pretend

This system is broken
You've sued yourselves sick
Separation of powers
Almost history
Change quick

Now christian far right make decisions for women
Quite the time machine you've made
Old timer schism
Re-indoctrination
Past thought mutes secular
Again, iron fists parrot Vatican vernacular

This system is broken
You've sued yourselves sick
Us becomes them led by orange sith thick

Now the lawyers will lead you
Gone is free role
They'll litigate the lies for dear leader control
Tear up constitution
It means nothing now
Seperation of powers almost gone
Soon you'll bow

Sue us Sick (Very raw Demo)

another really silly lovesong

According to Wikipedia, the Blue Ridge Mountains’ signature hues–visible from afar–come from trees, which emit the organic compound isoprene. My home region with its mystical haze has long been a source of awe, intrigue, and creative inspiration for many, including me. Today, I’m really excited to release a 5-song digital EP called “Blue Ridge Mountain Waterfalls,” available on Bandcamp. 

https://josephhouck.bandcamp.com/album/blue-ridge-mountain-waterfalls

Conveying stories and emotions through music and lyrics remains a great joy of mine. As is common in creative writing, the tales are a blend of real-life and fiction, some almost entirely the latter. The title song was inspired partly by my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before my son was born. I fondly remember her and her mountain living skills: country cooking, gardening, canning. The song is a reflection on some of life’s landmarks.

At first, I had plans to record these songs with other musicians, and perhaps alternate versions may yet come to fruition. But for this release, I pursued a humbler, more personal approach, starting each song with acoustic guitar/ vocals and overdubbing a couple of extras like mandolin and piano where necessary.

Though originally I didn’t conceive of a mini-album, it became clear, looking back from a distance, that these songs correlate to effect a grander vista. The story elements are suffused in that beguiling blue aura of home. 



BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN WATERFALLS

The woods and the streams have their secrets
They use time as a tool to conceal
And I watched her old hands in the kitchen
As they made one of our final meals

She was a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk

I watched the steep drops of her fingers
Lifting the lid off the pot,
Soup streaming out of the ladle,
Rain steaming that dry garden plot

I recall the damp scent of the cellar,
Warm hum of the old kitchen light
Cascading curls of her temples,
Cataract mist in her eyes

She was a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk

Now she’s there in your face from this angle
When you smile after making a joke
But you never met your great-grandma
She was gone when your mom’s water broke

Just like a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk


Blue Ridge Mountain Waterfalls

Free cave man

A procession reborn. Old Hearse returns in its remastered form, carrying the ache and architecture of its original descent with sharpened clarity. This track is a sonic reliquary—where synths pulse like funeral lights and vocals drift like memory through fog. Originally released as part of Bleak Cathedral’s early archive, this version restores the track’s full spectral resonance. It’s not nostalgia—it’s ritual recursion. A hearse that drives backward through time, collecting fragments of devotion along the way.

Bleak Cathedral - Old Hearse (Album Version)

Break Away (Instrumental)

My latest collaboration with the force of nature that is Bill White. Bill sent me these amazing lyrics earlier in the summer, but it took me a long time to get the musical treatment the way I wanted.

Alongside the lyrics, Bill sent me a note that really helped guide the musical composition, and which I think is useful context when listening: "They [pelicans] are a symbol of maternal self-sacrifice, as the mother, to keep her children from starving, has been known to pierce her breast with her beak, and feed the blood to her children, after which she dies. In Christian iconography, the pelican has been pictured as a Christ symbol."

If you enjoy this track, please check out a full album of our collaborations: https://billwhite.bandcamp.com/album/pelicanos

LYRICS © BILL WHITE

'Twas the final port of call
On my journey after death
I was warned not to stray
Into town
But to remain close to shore
Where the pelicanos
Make their rounds

Time fails
Minutes end
Shores we never
Touch again
Pelicanos open
Their red, wet breasts
To the young entombed
In a feathered crest

I have sailed from a place
Where musicians still play guitars
Sailed to a place
Where lovers still wish on yesterday's stars
Where pelicanos mate
And their fallen young
Are revived by maternal blood

Now I return to the sea
No more shall I wander on shore
No islands
Where the wages of her love
Are redeemed
And the fallen young are freed
From the cold grip of death
Near the sea

Time fails
Minutes end
Shores we never
Touch again
Pelicanos open
The red, wet breast
To the young entombed
In a feathered crest

Pelicanos

Hello Soundcloud, thanks for the Listens, Likes and Support. Im from Melbourne Australia, I have been playing guitar for many years now and played in two bands during the 80's & 90's (STOLEN CAR original) & (STORM cover),both bands never released any material. Since 2010 i have been writing songs and tunes and recording them in my music room (3rd Bedroom), i play Guitar, Bass, Keys, BFD2 Drums(programmed)and Vocals on all of my songs which i class as Demo's, I love all types of music but Hard Rock, Rock to Alternative appeals to me most.
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE OWNER.
Thanks again to everyone listening out there in the world, always looking forward to new material on Soundcloud,
Character Picture By, Rianna Borderick 2017
All artwork by Andrew Borderick
CONTACT : andrew@netec.com.au
Regards 
Andrew Borderick. (March 2017)

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