nice orchestration and arrangement- cool soundtrack music

The flying creature is a awesome , idealistic

hmmmm? very good soundtrack , nice piano melody

It gives me strong Zelda vibes, although I've never played the game, but only seen few trailers. Still, an excellent track!

quiet summer

Lyrics

He was geekin off molly, so i went and robbed em for his shit)

(Walk up in REEEDS with a bluesy on my wrist) 

Baby im Making it back spendacouple racks 
And then i made it back

Making it back spendacouple racks 
And then i made it back 
Yeaaahhh

Making it back spendacouple racks 
And then i made it back baby

Im making it back spendacouple racks and then i made it back 

Hatin in my comments  threw a tantrum on a fit

Juggin out a prada bag, go get it check out my grit yeah

Iced out my relli’s rings, yea,  now hoes all up onhim

Do a session, catch a flight, singing pain through the night

track play mean yeaaaa, ooon the scene, on the sceneee yeaaa yeaaaa, swerve off a bean yea!!

talk in code, only when im in that mode!!


Leanin on walnut grove, no i don’t want that life no moeee

Leave my mark on earth, aint bipolar im on my shit

Bring some pints and percs, and some shawtys thats my shittt yeah!

Wake up geeked yeah, never sober uh uh
Urus roarin oooh yeah imma owner

Psyched as fuck, just remember what she told ya,

Momma raised a soldier naw nigga not no bitch uh, 

Doin the Digital- Dash, Bank-Account, got-a-glitch, yeah, uh

Gotta feast, yeah uh, my whole team, yeaaa uh

My teeth glisten, in the summer, niggas schemin, yea

Making movess bitch, fuckin round on TV yeaa

addy got the drop, you know that throat is what i caught

Taking all them drugs yea, the universe what i bought 

Show packed out with fans, in euphoria, im at Rue spot


listened to my nigga Dolph, kept on stackin til it rot

tricked a jada pinkett, like im Paul Wall, Parking lott

making it back, making it back,
Baaaaaby

  that drank give me that rhythm, but i aint lazzzzy,

Baby name one genius that aint crazzyyy
Nooo

Pack it ship it  Sheila did, uh day by day

Fuck a momma then her daughter freaky friday

dont even need no keys, only coco when i push cream uh uh 

Imma fiend, if its bout beats or the lean yeahh


With anything, imma set you upppp for the thang

Money aint a thing, baby come hop on this train

makin it back (cyber speed)

The fourth album from UK guitarist John Byrne touches Blues, Jazz, Rockabilly and even African guitar music, This is a tighter collection of tracks trimmed down and focused on the emotion of the instrument.

Recorded with a Les Paul Standard, USA Strat, PRS Custom 24, Jazz Bass, JamStik MIDI guitar and more.

You Haven't Got Imposter Syndrome

Leavin Me

A take on 50's/60's chord progression..with some stream of consciousness words.

Invisible Tears

Quoth me a figure for the mountain of beans, that I think I might need to be done.
How much can I need just to set myself free and to let myself breathe? Can't be wrong?
Buy me a pot for my river of dreams, to contain all my schemes, when I'm gone.
I'll buy up the lot and consume it or not. What is mine? Was it yours all along?

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimble, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, 
stays in their ears for the rest of their days.

Tell me your medicine, tell me your cure, and I'll show you a ball with a chain.
Just to be rid of want, ain't about the piquant, it's the smile that you give to the rain.
You kids think you're clever rebellious things when you're smoking up, brewing up, reins.
See, you're playing the game. 
It's the "others" refrain,  just so easy to deal with insane.

Oh , give me the win, let the antelope sing, gyre and gimble, and play.
Let my sure melody, catch the rythym and breeze, echo for eternity, with no fade.

A pile of grey plastic to soothe any blisters that can not be seen on the soul.
A selfie, acquaintance, a work friend, repentance, a tenner, reluctance, the dole.
A shiny new TV that links to the world with a series of infinite taps.
A pricey new  never-up-ending appliance to really put you on the map.

Oh, show me the road, where the antelope cope, gyre and gimble, and play.
Let my melody sing as my spark glows within...

A bill paying, consuming, full-fledged member, an eagle eyed user of woods.
The good boys club isn't accepting new members, I think that you misunderstood.
A shiny gold cloak that masks up your existence will just fall away in the end.
A doctor, a seamstress, a lover, a mistress, a cleaner, a banker, a friend.

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimble, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, stays in their ears for the rest of their days.



The Consumer

Lioness

Riding A Flying Creature

March of the Storm-Keepers

おれたちゃ武装商船団

This track is from the album The Singles and is also on the album Calm by Beats Working . John Hardman on vocals, guitars & keys. Written and produced by JH.
(c) (p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Riding A Flying Creature

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