The atmosphere of the song is superb. Great production values

Beats Working UK Rock band (John Hardman): rock ballad: remaster 2022: album original - 'Putting It About' on Swamp Records UK
Words and music by John Hardman
(c)Swamp Music UK for all territories
(p)Swamp Records UK for all territories

Heard It All Before On The Radio remaster 2022 - Beats Working

this was early songs from my band Volt Edge,as young mnen we started during the heavy rock punk years and this is a great example of how we all started enjoy

SPEED fast cars bikes boats

Covenent/Away

Covenant/Away

In the quiet of my study, papers scattered, thoughts take flight,
Years of work, so clear, so concise, a beacon in the night.
Through every trial, each presentation, polished every phrase and line,
Submitted with a heart full of hope, to judgement so blind.

The editor's cold embrace, swift to undercut my stride,
"Relevance lacking," so it claims, "too trivial, yet overwrought inside."
Referee number two, the root of all my trials, casting shadows, sowing doubt,
Misunderstood, dismissed, my meticulous toil left out in the cold, without.

My nemesis, yet my guide,
My downfall, yet light provided.
Harsh lessons sharply learned,
In shadows, doubts stirred.

Now behind the desk, roles reversed, a manuscript lies in my hold,
Adequate, yet lacking a spark, the narrative cold, unbold.
Words not quite right, elegance lost, a story struggling to unfold,
A dilemma grows within me, what fate will my verdict hold?

To wield my pen with grace, or cast a shadow too long,
Echoing the paths once walked, the rights and the wrongs.
Be the light in their darkness, or the storm they feared all along?
A heavy decision upon my soul, in this scholarly song.

My nemesis, yet my guide,
My downfall, yet light provided.
Harsh lessons sharply learned,
In shadows, doubts stirred.

Referee Number Two, your fate's in my grasp,
Which path to take? A choice to unclasp.
Will I be friend, guide you through?
Or turn enemy, shadows pursue?

Will kindness prevail, in deeds and word?
Or mirror the past, a cycle stirred?
Referee Number Two, today I decide.

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"Referee Number Two" is not just a song about the academic peer review process; it's a profound exploration of the moral dilemmas we face when critiquing the work of our peers. This song narrates the internal conflict of an academic who has endured harsh judgments from an anonymous reviewer and now finds themselves in the position to review others. Will they seek retribution, or rise above and provide constructive feedback?

As you listen to "Referee Number Two," reflect on your own experiences with criticism and the choices you've faced when given the power to judge others. It's a reminder that every decision we make contributes to our character and professional legacy.

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Here's to the struggles we face in the quiet of our studies and the strength we find in making the right choices, even when it's hard.

Contradistinctions

Referee Number Two

Rainflower Blues

Guitars: Jerry Matheny
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Mix: Will Montgomery

Demos 2022

Somebody Cares

Forgetting my solace
In the name of shame
Less than what’s always been portrayed
It’s always just slivers
Just a bit more than what’s been weighed 

In this absence
I have been alive four days
In this absence
I have waned... 

Scare let it scare
I’m done with fighting
Try more than I 
I’m done with seeing
If it saves our lives

Shark

90's inspired rock, made in Metro Detroit.

Lyrics:

I don't want to know. Smiled at all the things you said, I did it all for show.
And all that claim to be, and those of you who disagree, we heard it all once again. My "give a fuck" is on the mend.

Stop searching for the good in everyone, thinking they'll find a way. I might just wreck my world today.
Stop caring. Forward thought has come undone. I've got some bills and hell to pay. I think I'll wreck my world today.

Why grow up, it's all in who you know. Tired of hearing random names. It lost it's charm ten years ago.
Don't think. Don't rest. Come on down and do your best. Don't freak. Don't lie. Why show up or even try.

Stop searching for the good in everyone. Sick and tired won't go away. I might just wreck your world today.
Stop caring. Forward thought has come undone. Another game for us to play. I better wreck your world today.

And it's all going down now.
And it's all coming  down now.

Break

A Funky lil 70's style funk track.. it ain't Rick James B!@tch

TIWIL

Here is the next song for our album, The Windmill of the Year. It celebrates Lughnasadh, a Celtic festival that takes place at the beginning of August which honours the sacrifice and death of Tailtui, mother of the Irish god, Lugh, and the last High Queen of the Fir Bolg. 

I find the music created for this by @APi_ZZ to be quite enchanting, nostalgic and towards the end, moving, as he once again reaches back to remind us of an age that Time forgot. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024

Music and artwork by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) May 2024

Words: 
Children are playing in stacks of hay, 
On this long hot day in Earth’s Paradise, 
With their bellies full of your goodness 
They've no knowledge of your sacrifice. 
Their days are spent in blissful content, 
Far from feeling the pangs of lament, 
They’ve no idea even that we mourn 
The last High Queen of the Fir Bolg, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother 
Tailtiu, womb of our cornucopia.

When they're older, they will know 
How you cleared the land of stones 
While your birds fertilised the ground, 
Before the ploughing and the sowing. 
How they found you, lying on the soil,
Your body stiff; dead from exhaustion, 
How the long days drew in their breaths 
And their curtains ...for your requiem, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother
Tailtiu, O how you did suffer.


 Lugh, who fought off Balor’s blight
And famine from the scorching heat, 
Is leading you through the Lion’s Gate, 
Below, reapers of the harvest meet
For the festival and crowd the pews,
But they never knew you, Tailtiu. 

As the Sun begins its fall, to journey south 
We humbly offer these first fruits to you, 
O Great Mother, O Grain Mother, Tailtiu. 
As we stand here, we give honour to you 
And your self-sacrifice on the altar of Earth.

Lughnasadh

Cosmos

A new video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vp0xr5Iq2nk

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Referee Number Two

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