Boxing Day

This is a slinky little blues built around the title hook ‘Burnt Matches, Old Flames’. A cautionary tale about rekindling old love leaving you more lonely than before. Acoustic guitars, brushed drums and a whispered chorus.

Lyrics can be licensed - let me know if you are interested. Full lyrics below:

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
They’re two things I can’t explain
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames 

You play with matches  
You're gonna get burnt 
You fool with old flames  
You're gonna get hurt
But you know, they’re just the same  
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
 
Some people put their matches  
Back into the box  
Some chase their old flames  
Like they’re hunting a fox 
But to me, they’re just the same 
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Don’t play with matches  
You’re sure to start a fire  
You’re bound to get burnt 
 Re-igniting past desires
But you know, they’re just the same  
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Now I beg please hear me  
And heed this tale of woe 
It happened on a lonely night  
When my heart was hanging low

I know the path to trouble 
It’s a well worn track 
I knew right where it lead  
And I should’ve double back

But I followed my footsteps  
I followed my footsteps 
 I followed my footsteps 
I followed my footsteps
I followed my footsteps 
I followed my footsteps   
And guess right where they led?

I found my way to her front door 
I’ve never craved anything this much before 
It was warm in her arms 
It was hot through the night  
But I’ve never been more lonely in my life

Some fires burn slowly 
Some are hard to put out 
Some will consume you  
But do not have a doubt
Wo-oh-yeah

Some fires burn slowly 
Some are hard to put out 
Some will consume you  
But do not have a doubt 
Once it’s been struck 
There’s no use in laying blame 
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames

Burnt Matches, Old Flames

Straight Bass - Poly D Patch

You need to be aware and conscious and able to destroyn the negative energies like a warrior. Goddesses Durga and Kali will help you!

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'Before You' from the new forthcoming album "Songs for the Swung" 

Kenton Hall: Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Steve Horry: Guitars, Bass, Keys, Percussion, Drums

Produced by Steve Horry & Kenton Hall
Mixed by Steve Horry 

I never meant
To make your world less innocent
We were so young
And I was all fingers and thumbs
I'd never been loved before you

You stuck around
To keep my feet on solid ground
Worried I
Might break a leg or lose an eye
The way I would have before you 

I was at odds with my own history
You whispered words of might and mystery
The tourniquet is tied
Now make a fist for me
Cause you can't live free
If you're afraid to bleed

It ended well
A story we both lived to tell
Albeit I
Am petrified to close my eyes
And dream of myself before you

Before You

More organic prog-rock with sound files allowing marine mammals to sing along.

Dawn

Excuse Me, Miss!

Outside (Sax Edit)

Smalts Tracks, Multiple Souls: The Art of Versions Returns. In 1970s Jamaica, a revolution began. One band, countless voices.

We recorded our Smalts song 'B B Told You So' from poet W.H. Auden, imagined through the voice of our enigmatic female guest singer B, telling her story about the poem 'But I Can't'

B B Told You So is the second single in the Smalts Queen B Series.

B B Told You So

A funny track about some discussions on Twitter/X lately, it's frankly on the weirder side like Word Salad and Yes-No Column, Come To Life!

But after hearing it multiple times (like most of my things) it improves.

Lyrics:

There is difficulty to a significant degree
When battling people engaged in hoaxing
And we can clearly see
Because Hesiod said in seven hundred BC
Do not let a woman who decorates her buttocks deceive you
By wily coaxing
Because she is after your granary

Bewailing her lack of taro root
A redhead libertarian was destitute and snarked
That she didn't have a favorite prostitute
A contrarian most resolute
But a boon to have at your back during a dispute
Now that we were in cahoots, to entertain her sense of humor
I related to her the past events

If you don't quite have the stomach for horror
Try still to conceive of if you can
The complaints of a commoditized man
That vultures caused American culture
To became a jump ball for Sodom and Gomorrah

When i was younger and very very loud
I was a disgraced propagandist doing his username proud

Her lines were remarkably sultry
I was lost in thought staring at the shininess of her boot
Musing that the first step of any meaningful pursuit
Is to severely underestimate its difficulty

The one-night stand sarcastically complimented me on my range
I said you were the one to talk
But then she recommended as a dietary change
Brazilian Quinoa and Equatorial Donkey Chalk

She was quite amazing wearing fishnets
But when her lasciviousness needed satiating
Nothing quite got her wet like contemplating
Malicious compliance to get the idiots and shills upset

As i got older the fatter became my manila folder
I wondered if she'd gone too far
When she was grinding to WAP in a bar
Then berating me for touching her on the shoulder

The root of their lawfully sanctioned insurgency
Was a deeply felt need of urgency
Their transgressions begat the need to talk sense
But either they were in denial or awfully dense
Like Private Pyle they were too fat to climb over Chesterton's fence

The libertarian drew back agape as I was seized by
Poetic demons, my tongue unbound by whimsy’s cry  

Now peep their quisquilian rout, all clowned in disarray
A pox of poltroons, too shook to gainsay
Brains so obtund, they’d quaff their own toxic drip,
I smack their feckless rebellion with truculence no slip
And big up the gibbet that cancels their weak-ass affray

She smirked, Thy florid rant doth vex me sore,
A bard’s bombast best left to yore’s grim lore

Thus spake Hesiod, neath Boeotia’s dour sky 
Shun maids who cozen with a venal eye
For when iron reigns and kine grow gaunt with blight
Avaunt their guile, lest chaos claim the night

SamāššEšrā

Jump-Ball For Sodom And Gomorrah

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I’m in a car or I’m on a train
I’m on a bus or I’m on a plane
There is a window right next to me
But everything I’ve already seen
I’m at a party it’s really hot
They all are giving whatever they got
The fish are jumping ever so high
But some things wrong I don’t feel alive

So I will play with phone
‘Cause I’m never alone with my phone
Oh yeah I’ll play with my phone
‘Cause I’m never alone with my phone
Play with my phone
Play with my phone

I’m sitting down at my desk at work
The guy next door we’ll he is a jerk
He’s taking life too seriously
It’s not the way that I wanna be
I’m eating in a lovely café
My friends are there with nothing to say
They’ve all got their phones in their hands
It seems that talking isn’t the plan

So I will play with phone
‘Cause I’m never alone with my phone
Oh yeah I’ll play with my phone
‘Cause I’m never alone with my phone
Play with my phone
Play with my phone
 
You think I’m sad, you think I’m mad
Cause all I do is play with my phone
But you don’t know, don’t understand
That this is really my happy zone
So don’t take away my phone
I can’t live without my phone
So don’t take away my phone
No I can’t, play with my phone
No I can’t, no I can’t

So I will play with phone
‘Cause I’m never alone with my phone
Oh yeah I’ll play with my phone
‘Cause I’m never alone with my phone
This is my happy zone
Play with my phone
In there I’m not alone
Play with my phone

Dance With Me

Play With my Phone

Play with My Phone

Black Decibel is an international genre-blending collective known for its unique fusion of soulful melodies, downtempo rhythms, retro synth textures, and ambient psychedelic sounds. The band's sound borrows elements of soul, jazz, R&B, and pop music, creating a sonic space that is both comforting and emotionally impactful. Their music is characterized by its deep grooves, captivating vocals, and thought-provoking themes.

Straight Bass - Poly D Patch

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