The amazingly Valuable Friends joined me as we left the planet:

@rick-4-1 Earthquake Sofa Drums
@janinelevinson Interplanetary Dove Vocals
@phil-mcwalter The Other Burnt Launchpad Stuff

Drums recorded at Mickleton Studio, Coventry UK
Other instruments and vocals recorded at EPG Studios, Chelsea, London, UK
Janine's vocals recorded at The Levinson Sound Studio, LA, Calif, USA
Phil's additional vocals recorded at Anslow Gate Studio, Staffs, UK
ReMixed & ReMastered at EPG.

Thanks to Rob Campling for assisting with string theory.

RUNAWAY STARS - THE UNEXPURGATED CODE

We have a duty to be here
Without us
Who'd see the runaway stars
Who could walk along the beach
Look for seventh waves
And feel the wind up high
We sit and talk all
Through the night
Travel our world and share our castaway finds

We have a duty to be here
To hear the song
Feel the heart of forever
Burning holes within black holes

There is a reason
To turn the page
Quantum runes feed today’s exit phase
We burned new colours
On Launchpad Love
In earthquake sofas seeking twigs from the dove

We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars

Inside our bubble
We heard your tongue
Repeating echoes paraphrase the song

Break

We burnt new colours
On Launchpad Love
In earthquake sofas seeking twigs from the dove

And we have a duty to be here
Without us who would see the runaway stars

Solo

Without us who'd see the runaway stars

And we have a purpose
To exist to hear the song
Feel the heart of forever
Burning holes within black holes

Don’t lay down and rest now
Lift your head
The stars change colour as they drift past your bed
The Sun is expanding
Eternal night
May return to shield our escape flight

We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars

And we have a duty to be here
Without us
Who would see the runaway stars
Who would see the runaway stars
Who would count the runaway stars

© Phil McWalter Aug 2020
Image: Photo taken by James McWalter at Beachy Head where the returning WWII planes knew they had made it back home. AI rockets layered on.

The Runaway Stars - The Unexpurgated Code

Eat My Pain

Country Girls Crew

Aimer la vie                  

Aimer La Vie

This is the original song as it was recorded before hitting th studio editing.

Acoustic Memories

The Malaise (original take MP3)

03 Jane Goldman [Prod. Shepard]

Prod. @shepardsounds 
Ft. @salekanight (on IG)

02 Honey (Ft. Saleka Night) [Prod. Shepard]

Bigcat Wilson

Time & Tears

What if time travel is only that we have been here before?
This is only a portal for a short time and the next awaits 
What we see what we hear and feel is only skin deep and is not the essence of you

Paul put up this wonderful kick ass atmospheric sound track and with his permission allowed some words filtered through. Maybe our subconscious can speak
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante2/psychomania-paploviante-soundtrack
Psychomania Paploviante 2017
Guitar Brent Mason
Bass Paploviante
Logic Pro X
Words/Vocal/effects Mark

Thankyou for hearing and the time given.

Words:
We are time travellers
But what if the mind is not your own 
And the pictures of the past appear
Is this our life around us?
Been here before 
Time will allow us back again

That Shadow in the sky, a leafless tree
What memories have any accuracy?

Some don’t move, some don’t think
The worlds been spinning long before we stood around
A call to communicate, it does not come no more
No more seems that we are anchored 
Raise our heads, the mirror calls
The earth it turns and we don’t change any more
The mind wonders to a place that I don’t belong 
It looks familiar but I’ve never been there before
Sights and sounds all merge, my eyes deceive me 

That Shadow in the sky, a leafless tree
What memories have any accuracy?

Buildings now appear where people walked and left
Masks of twigs and clay surface to hide those of another day
We see a light flickering in the doom
But the world forgot those standing in the room
Wish upon a star 
But the stars are scattered 
They are scattered across the ceiling 

One last look before midnight 
No one looking no one in need
Life's existence exposed across the ceiling

Remember 
You are the bullet and the gun 
Eternity’s mouth is signing we are earthly bound 
You are the bullet and the gun. 
We are all earthly bound

Psychomania - Paploviante - Words/Vocal By Mark

Michelangelo striving for perfection with a second-hand, mediocre block of marble and then purposely giving the 'too perfect' David a squint.
Three buses come after you've waited for ages.
Goldilocks and The Three Bears and baby bear's stolen expectations.
The Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse (The fourth; Pestilence, had a sick note as usual).
These things are three a penny so:
Take your Pict, your Threepenny Opera, build your Bridge Of Clay, discover who really wrote 'The Quarryman', don't miss the bus and keep a firm grip on your Breakfast of Champions before you're too old as Vonnegut would tell you. We thought it was just Death and Taxes but THREE have come at once. The world's not going too well is it...


THREE HAVE COME AT ONCE

Through the eyes of statues
You can watch the changes change
From the times before a long time ago
Everything is different
Everything stays the same
That’s an old saying
That never really goes lame
Oh tell me again and
I’ll still laugh
 
Well the politicians knew it
They’re not in charge they just blew it
It feels a little better with something else to do
So the hippies all got jobs
	The world needed saving
Half of it is plastic (and I'm)
Counting all the people
Aaah just pay your taxes and
Take a long holiday

It feels like three have come at once
And someone's eaten all my porridge
It feels like three have come at once
And there’s someone asleep in my bed

Wake me up!
Please?!?

Working for the Big Man
Never meant so little
Nothing changes and nothing stays the same
Keep rowing the trireme to the beat of that drum
We’ll be Roman in the gloaming in Scotland having fun (Take your Pict)
Well that’s an old one
Just never heard it before
Tell it me again with a beer guarantee I’ll laugh

Michelangelo
The Quarryman

Wake me up!

Through the eyes of this statue sucking a peppermint 
And David won’t look back at me
‘Cos he has got a squint
He’s looking towards Rome
	Not sure if it’s resentment
Maybe he’s not the true culprit
	You’ll just laugh and go and Google it
As sure as eggs is eggs
There’s death and taxes
But it feels like three have come at once

It feels like three have come at once
And someone's eaten all my porridge
It feels like three have come at once
And there’s someone asleep in my bed

Wake me up!
Please?!?

It feels like three have come at once
It feels like three 
Come at once!!!
Come at once!!!

© Sept 2019 Phil McWalter

@rick-4-1 on The Rhythm Sticks
@phil-mcwalter on The Other Stuff

Thanks to JG for the book!

Spotify

Three Have Come At Once

Featuring my Valuable Friends who kindly gave their hearts and remarkable skills to this project: Thank you!

@janinelevinson - The Mistral Vocals
@burn-it-smith - The Scirocco Piano and Aeolian Double Bass
@rick-4-1 - The Beaufort Scale Drums 
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Wuthering Stuff

Janine has recorded a wonderful stripped-down version too:
 www.soundcloud.com/janinelevinson/mr-Ps-bag-of-sunshine-mcwalter-cover-with-phil-mcwalter

Vodka and Caviar

I once flew across America
Just holding a balloon
Discovered a buried treasure chest
Full of gold doubloon 
I walked into a hurricane
And found myself back home
On a wild white stallion
Galloping through foam

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
Of vodka and caviar

I sold my soul to a friendly gecko
Who left it on the bar
I ate a bag of sunshine
That exploded in my car
I flew with the Egyptian gods
And travelled to the stars
And I dressed up like a carnival king
With glitter in glass jars

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar

Some days
Are better than others
Some nights I
Don’t bother…

It’s not the truth
Sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train

The walled-up dust on a jester’s laugh
For a cask of sherry wine
The smell of sugar cane in the heat
And a woman’s gaze divine
Float around my spinning head
A trail of petalled steps I said
Take me from the tower and sing
My songs around my bed
(Is he dead?)

It’s not the truth
But sometimes you can’t complain
It’s just the wind
Through a window on a distant train
It’s not the truth
But sometimes it aint too far
Just the echoes of days
On vodka and caviar
Vodka and caviar
On vodka and caviar

June 2020 Phil McWalter

Vodka and Caviar

Vodka And Caviar

Bigcat Wilson is an American acoustic singer/songwriter.