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Waistland (2005) (Short Version)

This is for a late friend who suddenly passed away recently at the age of 37. Gavin was one of my greatest friends and will be sorely missed.

Release Date : July 29th 2020

Gavins Song

No AUTO TUNE
Bass, guitar, vocals: Fabrice WIATER
performed and produced: Fabrice WIATER
1 Day recording
1 Day Mix
all right reserved by INXS (Andrew Farriss and Michael Hutchence)
Atlantic Records

Nothing is more important than living the moment intensely for you and your loved ones these days. Enjoy everything you do!! Live without Fear!
Wanted to do something more rock my way, as I feel it. simple, honest, basic and Rock'n roll!....no piano for once! 
I felt such pleasure to record and sing this song!
GUITAR AND ROCK RULES FOREVER!! 
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By My Side (Cover)

Copyright Nat Daniels / Colé 2020
Written by Nat Daniels & Colé
Performed and Produced by Nat Daniels

Lyrics:

Will I be Remembered - By Nat Daniels and Colê

Another 10 yrs has gone by
And I still haven’t written that book
Took some time to look up a friend
And see who still cares

It’s day after day with a mortgage to pay
it’s grind in itself to get by
I’m still holding on to the dream inside
And I wonder if time will be kind

Chorus:

Or will time leave me forgotten
Like a ball of used up cotton?
Am I still somewhere in someone’s mind?
Or a remnant of the days behind?
Will I be remembered for my deeds
And the love I left behind?
Will I be remembered....  
Oh remembered 

The Mirror keeps changing on me
Showing lines ain’t seen before
My eyes sees a child with a grin in her eyes
Who had dreams that could never be sold

And looking back on the life I had
I should count my blessings more
And I’ve many scars to show,
But strength to go on…

Chorus:
Or will time leave me forgotten
Like a ball of used up cotton?
Am I still somewhere in someone’s mind?
Or a remnant of the days behind?
Will I be remembered for my deeds
And the love I left behind?
Will I be remembered.... oh remembered
Remembered.

Will I Be Remembered

Joe Hill, Swedish emigrant, songwriter, working class hero, was the inspiration behind this song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tnCcqcICcY&t=1s

A poll released on August 16th found that nearly half of Americans who support Biden plan to vote by mail rather than in person on election day, compared with just one in ten backers of Trump.

Big thank you to https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein for his beautiful raw playing that takes this song from its humble ‘rural’ beginnings into big ‘city’ overdrive. And to Yaron Engler for his deft drum programming.

No letter in the post for Joe
No letter in the post for Joe
Where’s that vote
In an envelope
No letter in the post for Joe

He needs that letter to make things better 
Why’s it so damn slow
Don’t stop clapping
Until it happens
No  letter in the post for Joe  
      
Click, snap, a letter box flap
Tell me yes or no? 
If that my vote
In an envelope
That’s all I need to know
Or I tell you Joe might blow

No Letter In The Post For Joe (ft. Jonathan Beckenstein)

When I
Was young
I thought
My 
Love
Could overcome
Your pain,
And maybe I could change your mind.
Not this time.

So I
Defined my worth
By how
Hard
You shoved me to the dirt,
And I
Still carry that in mind,
So I'll know better next time.

All I really wanted was your protection.
The way you beat me down was ironic perfection.

Taught me to be afraid.
Lived in fear every day.
Bet you want me to hide away,
Well I won't, I won't.

Hey man, look what you made.
Too bad you didn't get your way.
Then I wouldn't be here today
Calling, calling you out.

I've spent
My whole life
Chasing
Love
With lies,
Desperate
To fill the void you left behind.
Still I try.

Now I
Realize
That we're
The
Same, you and I.
We're both
Terrified of what's inside.
It's getting harder to hide.

We're all capable of the gravest oppression,
And 'til we can admit it, there'll be no progression.

So I self-medicate,
Isolate more every day.
Empathy gets chipped away,
'Cause I can't take it.

Hey man, look what we made,
Altars to greed and hate.
Programmed to regurgitate
And over-stimulate.

Mother we set ablaze,
Father has turned his gaze.
Now we're all fuckin' corporate slaves,
So mindless, we're digging our own graves.

From HinT - "This song had a very long gestation period. For a while we weren't sure that it would ever see the light of day. It first appeared as a live video on our Facebook page, which still remains in our video section as a demo. After a lot of procrastinating, we sent some stems to Russ, who in turn sent those pieces to D. D. Danahy. And that's when everything turned around. D. D. Danahy added synth and bass. But most importantly, he breathed new life into the song, made it a cohesive thing, and gave it a brand new heading that inspired us all, and helped us see it through to its fruition. Reinvigorated by D3's contributions, we decided to add lyrics and vocals. Russ approached bitzone on our behalf to add drums, which was an altogether excellent choice. Russ then worked tirelessly and meticulously to mix and blend every piece together into the final product. And now, finally, we're here. With our deepest thanks and gratitude to everyone involved."

From Russ - Thanks to Honor in Treason for allowing me to post this to my music profile, please support them on Bandcamp, see link. Thanks to 3D and bitzone for joining in and making something we can truly be proud of. 

Arranged Mixed and Mastered by Russ at Chaos Cookhouse Cambridge UK

The Single

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20/20 By Honor in Treason Feat. D. D. Danahy & bitzone

Out Of The Sky

Dancing Ice Crystals

A little tune for those in the Autumn of life who may have lost a spouse or maybe never married but have found someone very special and find themselves "falling again" in love.  
Annie @annie-smart-1 loved this tune and asked to collaborate on it which can be heard on her Cloud by following the link.  It is lovely in every way, and I am so honored by her collaboration.

Falling Again (Guitar Instrumental)

Our memories are dusting in the desert of time, but the ancient knowledge help me to remember.

Also available on my YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/548kNHNHQZ8

Desert of Time

On IGTV

Dance to the stars
beat your own drum
Play what you feel
Happy Holidays!!
cheers G

Rip Ed Morgan your with Keith and Greg now 

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Piano player, singer,  righteous upright bass & concatenator of disparate factors.

No Letter In The Post For Joe (ft. Jonathan Beckenstein)

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