Name: Sleeping On The Floor by The Bawl Slant in cranked in the Lab - vol 8
Duration: 3 min 21 s
Description: Mixed and mastered by https://linktr.ee/billytuckersound

This is like progressive alt rock. Really well done. I love the complimentary lead guitar work, driving honest tempo and nice melodic edgy vocal. Well done

Rock it on my friends!!  Cool rock is in short supply in today's crazy world!

cranked in the Lab - vol 8

When he died
My Dad he left me
His guitars and his guns
And I
I couldn’t believe
That this day had really come
And the memories some long forgotten
Came flooding back In photographs
And your friends shared your stories.
I hope you heard, I hope you laughed

Dad I —-

You won’t be here in the morning
So we will climb toward your light

He was a mountain
He was a mountain
He’s my Dad

The last time that I saw him
I held his hand and said goodbye But on the day we spread his ashes
I swear I felt him by my side
I hope that he heard me
I hope he hears this song
And I hope heaven has guitars so that he can play along

Dad I —-

You won’t be here in the morning
So we will climb toward your light

Bridge
I can see when I close my eyes
We’re all learning how to live a life
Without you

Every waking moment you’re on my mind
It’s so hard to sleep at night without you

Yeah, we climb toward your light but
Texas stars don’t shine as bright
Without you


He was a mountain
He was a mountain
He was my Dad

He was a mountain
He was a mountain
He was my Dad

MOUNTAIN (1946 - 2021)

Forever

Mixed and mastered by https://linktr.ee/billytuckersound

Sleeping On The Floor

Never judge by appearances, like a book by its cover. Only freaks do that.

Freak

90's Inspired Rock made in Metro Detroit.

And now the times are changing, shifting back, leading us to Crow.
When the only fear is fear itself, uni-bomb with lethal stealth, familiar and unknown.

Then the "do or die" reaches us in short supply.
It's not outrageous. Safe to say it's quite contagious.
Chained to fear and broken time, selling us one more line.
It's not outrageous, find another way.

Change the rube that won't comply, throwing hope into the great divide.
When your soul is hard to find, Technicolor is color blind, familiar but unknown.

Then the "do or die" reaches us in short supply.
It's not outrageous. Safe to say it's quite contagious.
Chained to fear and broken time, selling us one more line.
It's not outrageous, find another way.

Fight the program, fight the program
So outrageous and contagious.

Then the "do or die" reaches us in short supply.
It's not outrageous. Safe to say it's quite contagious.
Chained to fear and broken time, selling us one more line.
It's not outrageous, find another way.

Contagious

Cantucky - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Thanks to my friend Charlie for rocking this collaboration 
more of his music @ https://soundcloud.com/charliewillz
photo by Ashley_Minkus

Supper - Charlie Williams

Combstead (@markcombs-928282858) made this wonderfully whimsical and melodic track and asked me if I felt inspired to put any words to it. I said "yes, defo, if my dream fairies come through with them." And they did ... seems they couldn't wait... which was great ... except that it was at four o'clock this morning! 

Here's what came through:

WORDS:

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown. 
But over the years, I realised .... it was real, it was my loved ones singing me home. 

When the day is dark, and the night is long...in the still, small hours I hear their song.
The road less travelled can be full of stones, but their song makes the journey seem not so long.
When I meet the devil, at the crossing, and I have to choose right, from wrong, 
I follow their attunement, and soon find, that where once I was weak, I am strong 

Now the sun is glowing red, and the shadows growing longer, their song is sounding out... even louder
Rising to a crescendo, as every sacrifice is cheered, every last injury and pain is honoured, 
Pulling me up the steep, craggy pathway of that last mountain I have to climb, 
Until I’m released from the valley of the shadow of death, ruled by Old Father Time. 

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown. 
But over the years ...I've seen that it’s real, and that it’s my loved ones singing me home. 

© Lyrics and vocal, copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2024 
© Music and cover art, copyright Mark Combstead, August 2024

Our Way Home

This song is part of the sailors EP: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

This is a song about Casey. There are many songs about Casey, but they are not all about this Casey. This Casey is a twat... He might be the same Casey as in Kris Kristofferson's song "Casey's last ride", but that still has to be confirmed. Please do not feel sad about Casey.

This one is quite similar to the demo, the main changes are the drums and the intro... and a mix that works

LYRICS:

There’s a story I’d like to share with you tonight
It’s a story about Casey and it’s a story that’s half sad
The half that is sad is Casey, cause Casey is sad
But I have little love for Casey, you should make up your own mind

Casey pushed his beer over the counter
He stood up and rested his hands on the cool copper
Sled a quarter over to the barman
And waved a silent goodbye to nobody

He walked to his old car across the corner, Got inside
and let the smell of worn damp leather take over
His thoughts
And make him forget how his life
Took the wrong turn

Casey is sad
Casey you’re driving
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying

Casey got back home to his tired couch
Dropped his coat on the floor uncapped a warm beer /
on the table And every silence told him
aboute a love that disowned

Buy Casey knows he’s never done nothing wrong
In fact he ’s always been doing the same thing all along
And sometimes yes sometimes
he cared and listened

Poor Casey knows that he’ll die alone on this dirty couch
Between the remnants of empty bottles and pizza boxes
And the fading memories of his normal life
Like old photographs pinned on the wall

Casey you’re crying
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying

Casey is sad
Casey is crying
Casey is sad

Sailors

Casey Is Sad

#goth #dark #alternative #rock #numetal #nu metal #new #top

Castles

The Commodity

The theme fo Beat Battles N°86 is "Modern Retro Synthwave". I build a classic(?) 80s synthwave track from samples outta my DAW, embedded 'The Chase' and the 'Vikings' from the offered samples into the intro, and added -- as totally modern aspect! -- a lady from SUNO as lead vocalist.

Lost Synth Melody

sights

Air to Breathe

Written: 2018-19
Duration: ca. 25'
Instrumentation: string quartet
Commissioned by J.K. Billman and written for and dedicated to the Euclid Quartet
Premiere: Euclid Quartet, Mostly Modern Festival, Skidmore College, Arthur Zankel Music Center, Helen Filene Ladd Concert Hall, June 25, 2019.
Publisher: Bill Holab Music

BUY SHEET MUSIC
http://www.billholabmusic.com

FOR MORE INFO. AND PROGRAM NOTES:
https://robertpaterson.com/string-quartet-no-2

The Indianapolis Quartet: Robert Paterson - String Quartets 1-3

String Quartet No. 2 - I. Colored Fields

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