Written 1984 by Terry Reeves
Performed by: Vocals - Terry Reeves, Guitar Terry Reeves, Bass - Brian Reeves
Recorded: Wallington Croydon London


For me George Best was the greatest player that ever lived, but suffered from being better at what he did than everybody else. 
At one time in my life I think I was within an inch of becoming an alcoholic and yes at the time it solved all my problems. I was rescued by a beautiful women but unfortunately George was not.
He was one of my greatest heroes and I spent a large amount of my early years trying to emulate some of his football skills. I was given the opportunity to meet him on two occasions and he was a really nice genuine man and I was really upset when he died.
My brother Brian and me completed this recording in one afternoon and he came up with the fantastic bass line, it was always our intention to develop it and take it further.

This is my tribute to George Best

LYRICS

Yes I drank the bottle dry
Please don't ask the question why
Just except this drunken man
Drinking for another plan

Couldn't take things in my stride
Second place it hurt my pride
Told to take some time to think
Think I'll have another drink

CHORUS

Yes he's the greatest he really has it all
The king of any man who ever kicked a ball
He makes the head lines every time he shows his face
I wonder if they know our hero up in space
If not it's just a disgrace

He's here
Georgie   
No fear

Tried to force me to retire
From the bottle I admire
Knew I'd lose out in the end
Destroying me or my best friend

Belong to no one else but me
I'm not public property
I know I have myself to blame
Life is not my favourite game

CHORUS

It's not as sad as you might think
Not looking for a missing link
And I don't need an open door 
Cause all I have to do is poor

Georgie Georgie come back Georgie
Georgie Georgie come back Georgie

Best Of Both Worlds

The next single off A New Era & Nothing More, the second album from Arcane Synthetic currently in progress. Featuring Jonathan Ashwell from Skitch Hiker on electric guitar and bass.

Inheritance & Cult

La Fille Aux Cheveux De Lin

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals: Delhya
Guitars & bass: The Shire Bairn Project

For more The Bird Inside please check:
on.soundcloud.com/UHSf1wmW13JSX5g38

For more on DelhyA please check:
https://on.soundcloud.com/Hdsn6XhVRoax6VJdA

Nose in the showcase 
clouding the fate
 Counting the days,  
it was a long wait  
Sand in the shoes
 There was … no pain.

Kicking the stones  
To not return home  
Waiting the train  
Just To smash the coin  
Bleeding knees  
All was … a glee

Those were the days,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice
 Playing Risk
 Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams
Like a gleam

Pride in the pinball 
Watch for the thug
 Moove the machine  
Control the tilt
 Look for the way  
The green light… is on

Those were the days ,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice  
Playing Risk  
Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams  
Like a gleam

For all was the first time.
 First kiss, first broken heart  
The future didn’t exist 
But time run, run fast.

Those Were The Days (with The Bird Inside & DelhyA)

The Smoking Trout is back with a new chapter in the saga of the Holy Dumpling.  Was great to hear Uziel in front of the mic again as well as Tot laying the beats.   Jeff and Terry remain masters of their domain. 

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

*Listen w Headphones!

Great interview with Aldous Huxley (1958)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alasBxZsb40

Had to salvage and rework this project and replaced most of the samples I used to avoid SC copyright shenanigans. This is one of many from Frawstakwa and IPG1 I have to rework. Nothing to fancy hope the volume isn't to loud still have bad hearing! Cheers have a great Wknd / Week

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Info about A.Huxley
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldous_Huxley

Samples used

Frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa

Lyrical Smirks
https://soundcloud.com/user-820148039/doris-daywav

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Remixed by LS / 2024.

The Huxley Theory feat Frawstakwa / A.Huxley

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

I wake up this morning
Had a good nights sleep
Get ready for the day
With good energy
The phone rings
It is you
Want something from me..

You keep pushing my power button
You ain't nothing but a thief
Whenever I have some energy left
You suck it out of me
You never stop
You never give up
I'm almost empty, can't you see?

I have to hide my power button
So you won't find it again
Will not answer when you call
Won't call you friend
The only times you make contact
Is when you want something from me..

I will use the rest of me
On what makes me feel good
What gives me energy
And don't suck it out
So don't call me anymore
You get nothing from me..

You keep pushing my power button
You ain't nothing but a thief
Whenever I have some energy left
You suck it out of me
You never stop
You never give up
I'm almost empty , can't you see?

You keep pushing my power button
You ain't nothing but a thief
Whenever I have some energy left
You suck it out of me
You never stop
You never give up
I'm almost empty, can't you see?

My Power Button

December 63 (2001) Four Seasons Cover

JIM ANDERS _ preCare

Strange walker

HEAVEN HELP THE FOOL - HUNGRY GIZMO scs…ALWAYS MOVING SONG AND OF REFLECTION AND THE REAL UNCONDITIONAL REDEMPTIONS OF OUR LIFES AS WE ARE ALL HIT AND MISS AS LIFE IS COMING OVER THE SIDES OF FLOATATION DEVICES AND ITS ALL YOU DO IN THIS JOURNEY AS A FOOL IS TO LAND ON YOUR OWN AND CONTINUE. 

HEAVEN HELP THE FOOL +^circle be unbroken 
BY HUNGRY GIZMO scs 

+^LOOP S.  W.

HEAVEN HELP THE FOOL **HUNGRY GIZMO scs

Cinematic goth/industrial transmissions from a neurodivergent artist and time-traveling narrator. Arcane Synthetic blends dark ambient, avant-metal, and poetic lyricism into immersive concept albums exploring the human condition.