Oh, don't try that bullshit with me, my dear.
Or I'll be giving you a wave.
Your fantasies are growing out of hand.
Just one more on my list to save.

I'm the one that showed you all the secret ways.
Paths to avoid; how to behave.
You've taken all these gifts that I bestowed on you.
Turned them to something in your brain.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
Because we're only here once.
You don't follow.
Advice (to) say no.
Your first reaction is to plunge.

The path to twisted logic is not paved with gold.
The years of struggle take their toll.
Although I don't excuse the things you've done.
It's hard to dig out of a hole.

A story in your mind is not the same as truth.
A fort that's built on shifting sands.
The tide of time came in and cut you off.
Its waters covered up your lands.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
This is the only chance we get.
(I) don't want to know.
Your problems, though.
And no one's giving you a gett.

A shout from afar.
There's a message you're missing. 
There's are signs coming up.
You should read.
Their letters unopened.
Their warnings unheaded.
In the absence of reason.
You can't breathe.

This is a final reminder.
A notice they're serving.
An advertising campaign on TV. (x2)
The path that you're on.
It's the wrong road you've taken.
The deadly silence in between.
This is the silence in between.

Oh, don't give me that nonsense there's beauty in truth.
You beat the fuckers to the punch.
I've always been a cynic I worry too much.
Won't always get you a free lunch. 

Your mother always told you "we don't hold a grudge".
But, you can't seem to let it go.
She doesn't know you cos you hide it all so well.
Select few people in the know.

Oh, c'est la vie.
Live fast and free?
Only the foolish that stay young.
Forever goes, on through the snow.
You're best placed if you are amongst.
Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
"Will they forgive me in the end?"
Before I go.
A sign to show.
There's certain things that you can't mend.

Caught in the middle.
A crook and a fork in the road.
You took what you wanted.
And never thought to give back some.
To all the people who helped you to make your way up.
All the things that you did trying to make sure that they would say.
"You're okay".
You used your advantage to pull the wool over her eyes.
Never imagining we could see straight through your straight through your lies.
The depths that you'd sink to.
Just to appear to be sound.
It got to the point when nobody wanted you around.
In the town.
A drink in the morning to stop you from wretching means nowt.
It's better to keep it all in than to let all out.
Nobody wants to hear about your childhood you know.
If you won't move on from it, then you won't have any room to grow.
All for show.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach.

A chat with the neighbours upon whom you always impress.
Exacting credentials, oh, you wear your heart on your chest.
"Don't listen to anything anyone says about me".
You say with a grin as you walk to the shop for your beers.
"I'll say cheers"
Nobody's saying that you had it easy you know.
But that doesn't mean that you can just be a bastard and go.
Off on a tangent on any vaguely similar theme.
That makes you look brilliant at least in your mind as you scheme.
In your dreams.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach. [x2]

It's the bitterness seeping out of you in a giant cloud.
What a clown.

It's been so long that it really isn't the same in this town.
In fact things are better now that you are never around.
Like a bad smell that we just couldn't get to go away.
You stay for a week when you promised to stay for a day.
I must say.
You borrowed some money, hoping that you'd find your way home.
Never stopping to think.
Or thanking your folks for the loan.
I don't know what it is but there's just something off with your tone.
A slight whiff of violence.
You're just like a dog with a bone.
A no go.

Narcissistic.
C'est la vie.



C'est la Vie

All Hands - Combstead / Robert  Grigg

This track started from the simple idea of a train journey set to music, and developed from there.

Background image by Kordula Vahle on Pixabay: https://bit.ly/3t0o367

Journey into Now

The Passion of your Demons

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The Passion Of Your Demons

Music Maker JAM

loudly

This is a live one-track cassette recording of my song “Eyes So Wide” I just found in the analog vault and converted to mp3. It was the opener of a 3 song set I performed at a venue called The Red Door. The second song was a cover of “Under The Milky Way” followed by my tune “I Want It Back”. I sang and played Telecaster, and my good friend and producer Fred Krug played second guitar and added some fab harmony vocals. If you dig it please feel free to comment or repost! 
Thank you, Tim 🙏🏻✌🏻

Eyes So Wide (Live at The Red Door)

The Last Stand

Original song written and performed by Indio Romero

Pasta

Something (acoustic demo)

A long-form song I made around the idea of growing older and seeing everyone, including you, change. Some people exit your lives, some stay around. Regardless, it's a pretty heavy pill to swallow. Hope you'll enjoy it! You can also find the song on my Youtube page:
https://youtu.be/RWAdbQZZMH4

LYRICS:

INTRO:

VERSE 1:
Well here our story starts, back when we were seven
looking for adventure, that till we're eleven
back when we felt time could never catch up
why bother trying too hard, this friendship we confide in?
prechorus:
But now we're getting older, we can tell
you're a woman now and I'm  a man
some paths will divide and some'll connect
but will you please just come back here again?

CHORUS

OOooohhh x2
PleassEEEeeeee
don't leave me
 
INTERLUDE:
VERSE 2:
And I still look
at those pictures
of us both rolling, throwing
 a smile escapes me oh yeah maybe
prechorus 2:
well now we're getting older, we can tell
you're a woman now and I'm  a man
these paths will divide, that is that
but will you please just come back here again?

 CHORUS

OOooohhh x2
PleassEEEeeeee
don't forget about me

OUTRO:

Ooh-ooh-ooh x 16

Here Again

Я Підіймаю Прапор

New mix by Kris Bolin of The Bawl Slant @bawl-slant
check out his work here: https://on.soundcloud.com/B4n1U


LYRICS:

The skin you're wound in
won't keep the sound in
so stop pretending

You hiss and you are steaming
Your eyes are streaming
and I can't say here, no

Slip-on shoes and dripping blues
You're waiting for the shipping news
Birds dive beneath the waves
They're showing you an early grave
The sea is where we go to die
The moon is hidden by the night

Waterfalls run backwards
and continents will drift apart
The universe must shrink again
so you can have your heart restart

I can't stay here
No

Slip-on shoes and dripping blues
You're waiting for the shipping news
Birds dive beneath the waves
They're showing you an early grave
The sea is where we go to die
The moon is hidden by the night

Waterfalls run backwards
and continents will drift apart
The universe must shrink again
so you can have your heart restart

The universe must shrink again
so you can have your heart restart

Dripping Blues [The Bawl Slant mix]

Chris Drabble, based in the Northwest of England, is a rock guitarist who has over 50 years of playing experience.
With nearly 50K streams on SoundCloud in the last 12 months being a mixture of Guitar Rock and softer Ambient instrumental tracks, Chris is now ramping up his rock guitar work with his latest album ‘Foot to the Floor’, which harks back to his youth when rock guitar tracks had a catchy opening riff, and was the sort exciting music you felt you had to tap your foot to. 
His influences include Rush, Led Zeppelin, The Police, Simple Minds, Pink Floyd, Joe Satriani and Jimi Hendrix. He is currently listening to Porcupine Tree, Dream Theatre.