 Rock N Roll rooted references, reveries and revelations

Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

spastic dance ode to MES and the Fall

opening sequence... The Fall :Live at the Witch Trials  track 1979...

Children, they have come for your children 
The witch trials will commence in the basement below.
Orphans, glide in solo persuasion
Mimic the prose, then freeze
All memory erodes.

Time to dance, to bleed tonight
Mark E. Smith
Spitting out words
He's a switchblade knife. 
Twist and shout, trick the weather
Take a stand
Wrestle some punk on the lawn,
I think somebody x3… just put a Fall Record on.

Mothers, you have lost your children 
Left them alone in the park for the neighborhood show.
Players, stuck in sonic frustration 
The sound that they love, another future that their parents loathe.

Chorus 

(Bridge)
He takes no prisoners here
Only makers and destroyers 
Weaponize or disappear 
Ye maker, you destroyer
Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Man
Look beyond your high school wall
Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Man
Look beyond your high school wall
Look beyond your high school wall

Break
Chorus  


Fall Record On

What If Phil Ochs Jammed With The VU

What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU      
Singing Venus In Furs and the Draft Dodger Rag too   
Make it so political ….yeah 
Shiny boot political 

Now the King becomes Queen and masquerades before ya
Singing Que Sera like Doris, does she tittle or bore ya?
You say you'll go political 
Your body so political 

I am tired and I am weary   
I ain't marching no more     

What if the skin that you're in seeks to bind you
Like your mistress she taunts you with her whip to remind you
Has your body gone political? yeah
In this nation so political   

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more

Break 

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more

What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
Singing about Vietnam while Lou leather adorns you
The pain, the power, the plan that attracts you
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more


Lyrics  Hand On The Rock/ Reed/Ochs
Music  Hand On The Rock










What if Phil Ochs Jamd with the VU?

Free Bird Flies Again

They gonna cancel my culture     
Wanna cage and engulf her        
Take the free bird and lock her away 
Don't like my borrow and bramble  
Or my Simple Man ramble  
I be judged and jeered today 
Campus under threat
They say I'm incorrect 
I'm called their trigger man
I be slammed and shunned
A most unwoken one
Won't even put me on the witness stand

 Oh  Oh  play some Free Bird    

If I have to leave here tomorrow   
Cause there's no safe space in the virtual world for me 
That's Ok I'd rather just play me some Lynyrd Skynyrd
Bless ole Ronnie VanZant he was born the same day as me
And if I wanna speak my truth Sir
So many fingers gonna be pointing at me
Don't need your slogans, movements or awakenings
Cause I'm a Rock N Roll relic, stuck in the seventies 

From Jacksonville
FLA
To sweet home Alabam
I can be serious sometimes like Mr. Young
But I can also dig the Southern Man
Now if I say these things, I'll be misconstrued
Everybody's mighty touchy these days
They wanna yell instead
Don't hear a thing I said 
How I long for the Skynyrd ways

  Oh      Oh    let's play some Free Bird 

If I have to leave here tomorrow 
I'll be playing the same old tune up there you see
I know they don't dig the flag of my forefathers
Or that freedom of speech baby
For Ronnie VanZant and me
Like the Free Bird flying high now
I want nothing on my back to weigh me down
No left or right wing rantings where I'm flying
Straight through the middle, for me is the sweetest sound
Gary .... Allen...I need you
Free Bird!!!!


Hand On The Rock/Collins/Van Zant

Free Bird  (Flies Again)

Death By Toto


For Julius C, stabbed lustily, it was death by the traitors’ cuts                                                             
For David R, strumming his guitar, a single song punch to the gut 
A sonic mind destroyer, burning his circuits up
They call it Death by Toto

Karen loved that snappy tune called Africa 
By those Grammy-grabbin', multi-plat, music sophisticas
It made Davey double over, whine and wince, 
Now he can't stand up
Sufferin’ a slow demise  this Death by Toto

As they sang  "It's gonna take a lot to drag us away from you   
There's nothing that a hundred men or more couldn't do"  

The Porcaro bros,  Paich and Lukather played better than he did
They had the the fame, the coke, the groupies, the Columbia records shtick 
But 6 months to write those lyrics man,
'Bout some Olympus Serengeti shit ??
He never saw it coming… that Death by Toto

They sang,It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
I'll get you my Pretties...and your little dog too

I bless the rains down in Africa                                                                
Like a hoodoo guru
I bless the rains down in Africa 
Them boys are coming for you
I bless the rains down in Africa
Scooby Dooby Doo

Like the Wizard of Oz and Dr Livingstone, I am a trope for you to find
Escape the soft rock savannah, run from Roseanna to the jungle of my mind
Reputation cheesed, hear my Kimball wheeze, still shower singing Hold The Line
Don't you feel it coming ... Death by  Death By Toto

I bless the rains down in Africa….. Hey I'm talking to you
I bless the rains down in Africa….. I've never been there it's true 
I bless the rains down in Africa…. It's Death by Toto for you
For me, for him, for her
It's Death by Toto for you
For me, for him, for them
It's Death by Toto for you.


lyrics Hand on the Rock/ D . Paich 
music Hand on the Rock





Death By Toto

A tribute to the great Ian Hunter and a nod and a wink to any geriatric rockers still going strong. Rock on Elders
8 Mott The Hoople Song titles in the lyrics
Dig it if y'all dare...

Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

Roll Away The Stone                                        
God is calling, he's on the phone
He's got a glambam plan, one last stand       
Before they take you home                              

Spotlight shines in your face
Hey you better put on a pair of Ian Hunter's shades
I Wish I Was Your Mother, wish I was your father
Never could put you in your place

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

Move your hips to the beat
Take a deep breath, unstick yourself from that seat
Shine a light through your pupil, of pure Mott the Hoople
To energise those ancient feet

Time to rise again
Like Lazarus, a comeback, this ain’t the end
You're one wild stiff, rockin all my riffs
Be careful how your body bends 

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor  mortis

All The Way From Memphis               
The Golden Age Of Rock N Roll     
Elvis and the Whizz Kids                
Ain’t no peace in the valley for the last patrol 
Drivin’ Sister, Jerkin’ Crocus
Help me When My Mind Is Gone
Do the shimmy shake, bring it into focus
Sing it loud this victory song

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

It's alive 
It's alive
It's alive 





WELL IT IS HEAVEN  IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN EN TERRASSE
AN ANGEL IS PASSING SUR LE TROTTOIR D’EN FACE
LIFE WAS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

HEY HAVE A MANGO IT’S ON THE HOUSE
DANCE A FANDANGO WITH MICKEY MOUSE
NEVER SAY NEVER DIEU EST DANS LA PLACE
SILENCE ET FERVEUR UN ANGE PASSE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

IT IS HEAVEN IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN ABOVE THE STARS
NEVER SAY NEVER YOU NEVER KNOW
ALWAYS IS OVER YOU HAD TO GO 

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

YOU HAD THE WORST YOU HAD THE BEST
AND NOW YOU GET ETERNAL REST
AT LAST
RELAX RELAX RELAX…

HEAVEN IN PARADISE (Lyrics)

Uptight Girl

It's such an honor and joy to work with these two incredible artists! I have had the privilege of collaborating with Masa (Tot) a few times already, but it is my first making music with Khan. I hope you will enjoy this chilled out summer vibe.

Khan - @khan20233202 - Vocals & Lyrics
Tot - @tot-beat - Beat & Samples
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea - Synth, Drums & Production


Lyrics (by Khan)

ON JULY

We met on July
We don’t know music come from and why
I can hear the storm is coming down down down
We don’t see but we see eye to eye
We can hear muses are coming down down down
We don’t see but we’re brotherhood

I saw fireworks tonight alone
I got the Big echo tonight and moon
I saw fireworks bring me to them
I feel paradise is here for me.

On July (Khan, Tot & Tea R. Sea)

Torbjørn: vocal, instrumental and vocal composition https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv
Oddrun: vocal and vocal composition
Mastering: Njål Frode Lie
Poem: William Blake
"Ah! Sun-flower" is a poem by William Blake, published in his collection Songs of Experience in 1794. The poem explores themes of longing, weariness, and the human desire for something beyond earthly existence, using the sunflower as a symbol. 

A big thank you to you Torbjørn, what a great joy to sing this beautiful poem.

Poem: William Blake

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire;
Where my sunflower wishes to go.

Ah! Sun-flower. Torbjørn Vagle. Oddrun Eikli

Nothing like a pesky raccoon to stir things up a bit… Oh, hello. Glad you dropped by. A raccoon, I named Bandit, has taken up a vacation residence under the shed here. It’s right next to the raspberry patch and apple trees. A couple nights ago, Bandit snuck into my small greenhouse, where I grow tomatoes and peppers, and made a salad of the pepper plants, munching one plant completely down to the stalk. Bandit also likes the heavy crop of choke cherries here. He also uses the back corner of the vegetable garden as a latrine, which last summer was up on the house roof. I’d awaken with a start to hear little footsteps running across the roof. Luckily no roof excursions this year. Anyway, this is a Blues song with some solo banjo. Lyrically, it has a couple of reflections about life, mortality, gardening, relationships and partner expectations, letting go of life dreams, a nod to Bandit, the wacky weather, and making peace with old age. And of course, there’s a fair amount of daydreaming going on, while plucking banjo. Hope all is going reasonably well with you, wherever you are on Earth, during this whirlwind tour we’re on. Mark

Back Porch Banjo Blues

Invisible Space

Lyrics: David L. Graham
Music, vocal, instruments & mix: PJ

Had Love A Time Or Two

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/UUWMRv_sRh0

A dream pop excursion into the meaning of love...
Have you ever said those three words without meaning them?
Or ever heard them, but knew they were a lie?
Whispered without care, tossed into the void as a gesture of placation...
A preoccupation 
A mental vacation

A ticket to easy street
Or manipulation...

Actions always speak louder than words 🖤

Lyrics:

I used to think you had a heart
But now I know it fell apart
The emptiness you gave to me
Some cheap apology

I love you
(I love you)

I Love You

Made in August 2025

Video; https://youtu.be/4nQXqMd0q4o

Colours Of Nature

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

A little bird told me you had left this town
And no one knew where you had gone
So many rumors everywhere
They all talked about you, when you weren't there

But little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Sharp tongues on the little birds
They spoke very loudly, made sure they were heard
"What have you done?"
"Why did you leave?"
While you were hiding, the little birds screamed

Little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Fake little birds.....

Fake little birds....

Fake Little Birds

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



What if Phil Ochs Jamd with the VU?

Hand on the Rock

Recent comments

Jonathan Beckenstein

Related tracks