Gorgeous guitar work mixed with funny vocals what's not to like :-D!

love this vibe man.  nice guitar back there

serious doom vibe here !  reminds me of Stones' Sister Morphine

Wonderfully noir blues sounding, it suits the reverb feel

Kit: Animoog Z, iVCS3, uKorg, Noise Maschine, Sector, PO16, DrumComputer, Logic Pro X
Acknowledgments: Cover Art - still from, "from darkness into darkness" (2021) by SERAFINE1369.

I Seem What You Mean To See In Me

A recent event brought me to this song.  1st take, completely stream of conciousness... Hope it doesn't happen to  you too.

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LYRICS:

At any moment on any day
A little friction can wipe us all away
In times of trouble, in times of strife
Spare no expense 'cause the price is human life
They come to conquer like they were God's own hand
And set the world ablaze to seize a little land

And everything going down is nothing but disaster
And transgressions of humanity
And everything taking shape is nothing short of wrongful
And crimes that echo in the pages of history

At any moment on any day
The clock strikes midnight and all goes down in flames
To meet ambition with vile atrocity
And piss on notions of all diplomacy
And all hell rains down, the wolf is at your door
Hope no one sees what you're compensating for

And everything going down is nothing but disaster
And transgressions of humanity
And everything taking shape is nothing short of wrongful
And crimes that echo in the pages of history

You want it, you got it
You have upset the balance
You want it, you got it
The world is in a bind
It's all just self defense
We've heard that lie before
A brain dead juggernaut
You're not the only one
You want it, you got it
You got the whole world watching
You want it, you got it
Looks like you've gone insane
Affront to everyone
To your own people too
One minute to midnight
It's all because of you

Minute To Midnight

Shadows (Falsestart/Aine Parkes)

JE N’AI PAS DE MESSAGE
JE N’AI RIEN À VOUS DIRE
PAS DE MAUVAIS PRÉSAGE
NI DE RÊVE D’EMPIRE

MOI J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU
LE SOIR AU FOND DES BOIS
JE DANSE AVEC LES FOUS 
ET LES SINGES AUX ABOIS

ET JE FAIS LE MÉNAGE 
JE PLACE EN L’AVENIR
DES ESPOIRS PLUS SAGES
ET DES CRÉTINS MOINS PIRE

ET J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU
L’ALOUETTE PARFOIS
BREF CE QUI VAUT LE COUP
QUI ÉTAIT UNE FOIS

DANS CE MONDE  DE SAUVAGES
DE SUCEURS DE VAMPIRES
OUI SOUVENT J’AI LA RAGE
LES TRIPES QUI CHAVIRENT

ET J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU 
LE SOIR AU FOND DES BOIS
JE GRONDE AVEC LES LOUPS
ET LES TIGRES AUX ABOIS

JE N’AI PAS DE MESSAGE 
PAS GRAND-CHOSE À VOUS DIRE
ALORS JE PLIE BAGAGE
ET TEL UN VIEUX SATYRE 

MOI J’ÉCOUTE LE COUCOU
ET LA QUEUE AUX ABOIS
MOI JE TIRE MON COUP
AVEC LA FÉE DES BOIS

LE COUCOU  (Lyrics)

The passion with which Spring seems to manifest so suddenly, renews the Spirit and paints the world with colour and promise. ✨

In my case, it is drawing forth a dissilience of new music.  May you enJOY! 😃

© Gary Courtland-Miles 2022
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2022

The Radiance Of Spring

Night Note

glow

Owl in the Snow(Rearranged Ver. from 2Hours-Song-Making)

Listen to David. k. A. Spencer's original instrumental -- Dear Davy Jones, here: https://soundcloud.com/david-spencer-543878720/dear-davy-jones

The King is Dead, Long Live Boxing!
(Based on a true story)

They found the king upon his throne
Bloated, dead, and all alone

He had called on Dr Nick, 
With his pill filled bag of tricks

Wasn’t peanut butter sandwiches 
did him in

Then I thought, hey man,
I’m just like him

life is just a haze 
always stoned 
in a daze
Cue lines blur 
in between
character and 
real life dream

I was just a London Boy, 
Took the pills, made me ill

Don’t want to be a square,
did the drugs, grew my hair

Never answered that phone, 
Kept on walking, wandered alone

Ziggy, it started clean, 
Then we tasted the American dream 

Can’t say it wasn’t fun, 
I’d gone away, I was numb

Nearly died a diamond dog, 
Hard to see through that fog

life is just a haze 
always stoned 
in a daze
Cue lines blur 
in between
character and 
real life dream
Was a shock 
to finally see
skeleton staring 
back at me

Found I need a drastic shift
Not the next synthetic fix

Time to put those pills away,
Cocaine’s for another day

Milk and peppers just won’t do,
When your 90 pounds of thin sinew

The thin white duke is going to die
Unless I give boxing a try!

Put down those pills, Bowie! 
pick up the gloves, Bowie!

Shadow box those
Demons away
 
Hit the bag and
Run the stairs, Bowie!

Raise your fists like Rocky, Bowie!

Yo, Adrian, I mean Bowie!

Let’s box!
Put down the pills and pick up the gloves

Put Up Your Dukes!

The King Is Dead, Long Live Boxing! (David. k. A. Spencer & Cosmic Keanu) Feat. Dave Bowee

alkali flats

Emotive musician Wannabe. All feedback (good, meh, don't quit your day job) and collaboration invitations welcome. Thanks for listening!

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