This was written at a time when regular folks were being asked to tighten their belts by the rich politicians, and wait longer and longer to retire. Then along came COVID-19....so maybe when the world recovers the "workin til 100" line may not be an exaggeration.

https://soundcloud.com/fossil60
Derek on slide & instrumental composition, me on vocals and lyrics/vocal melody.

Grab and Plunder Blues      copyright Okunbor & Phillips 2019

They told us, we could have it all; the money, mansions and the time.
Some good years, we couldn't see the fall; they robbed us blind with a smile.
Moanin', rollin' workin' 'til the drop, tight belt is turning to a noose.
Moanin' the work'll never stop, talkin' bout the grab and plunder blues.
Ooh, I’m talkin’

Steering broken down motors; no way to fund a drivin’ wheel.
Finding the rent is a killer; nothin’ in the kitty for a meal.
Moanin', rollin', workin' 'til the drop, tight belt is turning to a noose.
Moanin' the work'll never stop, talkin' bout the grab and plunder blues.

Ooh, hear me howling.
Aah hear me moaning.

Waiting for the pension ‘til a hundred; payment with a letter from the Queen.
Days of entitlement are over, except for politicians on a scheme.
Moanin', rollin' an workin' 'til the drop, tight belt is turning to a noose.
Moanin', the work'll never stop, I feel I’ve got the grab and plunder blues.

Lord, hear me howling, tight belt turning to a noose.
Oh, hear me moanin’,
Moanin’ bout the grab and plunder blues.

Grab & Plunder Blues ~ Chris O & Fossil60

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2020
Gentle Rain Records
Written, Performed and Produced by Daniels & Durgy
To Buy our Album: https://danielsdurgy.bandcamp.com/album/blue-on-blue

Lyrics:

Blue on blue
As the falling leaves flew 
What a terrible thing to leave you.   
What a terrible truth to need you. 

Oh...  What I could I do? 
Should’ve kissed you by that window in your bedroom

As the pink light faded into the midnight blue
Guess it all came crashing down..  I needed you
Should’ve told you that I loved you
that I didn’t care who knew.. 
Blue on Blue..

It’s like we’re on two trains in the opposite way
Both looking in the same direction 
Holding onto this crazy connection 

Oh..    All I know
This feeling’s getting stronger
And I want you more 

Baby hold on to this feeling, I feel it too
Don’t care how long it takes, I’ll wait for you
Should have held onto you longer
When you held me in your arms
Blue on Blue

Blue on Blue

Blue On Blue

ALTAR OF GOLD

When we crossed that river
we were desperatos for sure.
We had our six-shooting guns 
and our jingle-jangle spurs.

There weren’t one among us
that hadn’t done time.
There weren’t one among us
without gold on his mind.

We rode into Guatalupe
without a sound
to the church of San Pedro
in the centre of town.

If I told you our plan
your blood would run cold,
the altar of the church
is made of solid gold.

A procession with flowers
at high noon,
a wedding procession,
a bride and a groom.

With them angels watching
from high above,
us desperatos laughed
in the face of love.

Like a herd of of long-horns
we made our stampede,
driven by madness
and blinded by greed.

When the bells tolled
I knew I was done,
the Padre with the cross
he pulled out a gun.

The altar shone
in the sacred dark,
a shot rang out
and echoed through my heart.

Instead of a wedding,
a funeral they had.
Things had gone 
from good to bad.

In the square, the Padre blessed
this desperato’s dance of death.
As I marched where ya can’t come back
the sky went dark and the sun went black.

I sing this song,
from the grave
a warning from beyond, 
your soul to save.

When we crossed that river
heading back from town
those desperatos left me 
lying on the ground.

Altar of Gold

A Song about not becoming paralyzed by rejection or loss

Passed Over

Guitars Improvised By Martin Reed,
Produced By Martin Reed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HqEg76sDifg

Spontaneous Composistions

Live Reaktor/Maschine Jam by Rayman Vega
Produced by Rayman
Keys by Rayman

Live jam performed November 3, 2020 in the Dining Room live in front of no one. Just me. Again.

Enjoy!

All music ©2020 Dancingimage Music. All rights reserved. Contact Rayman for sampling, remix, mashup.

Last Rites For The Republic (live Maschine jam in the dining room)

1) Guitar-like sound
Pianoteq 7: custom piano morph between Steinway D New York and Church Bells
Exciter, Compressor, EQ with saturation
Valhalla Vintage Verb: custom Chaotic Neutral, 1970s
Tape Cassette 2 (saturation, wow/flutter, EQ)

2) Flute-like synth
Arturia Pigments 2: custom version of "Trip In Weighlessness" preset
PSP Pianoverb
Exciter, EQ with saturation
Valhalla Vintage Verb: custom Chaotic Neutral, 1970s
Tape Cassette 2 (saturation, wow/flutter, EQ)

3) Grainy Background Texture
Arturia Pigments 2: custom version of "Mallet Roll" preset
PSP Pianoverb
Valhalla Vintage Verb: custom Chaotic Neutral, 1970s
Valhalla Delay: custom Digital, Past (sounds like ocean waves)
Stereo Widening
Tape Cassette 2 (saturation, a lot of wow/flutter, EQ)
EQ with saturation

4) Pad
Arturia Pigments 2: slightly modified "Nebula" preset with slower envelope

Massimo Fasciano

Endless Beach

Round and round the endless road, repetition overload, 
The circus of life
Why don’t they see, why do they refuse to see?

Blinkered and bound
More lost than found
Why don’t they see, why do they refuse to see?
Perpetual game, conceptual shame
Why don’t they see, why do they refuse to see?

Collective mass amnesia, wilful anaesthesia
Fire and furious reaction
Why don’t they see, why do they refuse to see?
The actors and the faces change, storylines remain the same
Blame it on the scapegoat faction
Why don’t they see, why do they refuse to see?

Blinkered and bound
More lost than found
Why don’t they see, why do they refuse to see?
Perpetual game, conceptual shame
Why don’t they see, why do they refuse to see?

None So Blind

Image: Ivars Krutainis / unsplash.
... in times of self-reflection - an extended tenorsax improvisation on a cyclic, kind of solemn backing (of course created with vst instruments) A meditative trip :-)

Reflection

[Don't look back] I'm not proud but its real
[Don't look back] Touch my heart, its surreal
[Don't look back] I pulled something in my neck
[Don't look back] Its not important but I'll check

CHORUS
The year ahead will be all that you can make
It tastes of candy and cake
[Don't look back] Don't look over your shoulder
[Don't look back] I'm another year older
[Don't look back] Because the past it disgusts me
[Don't look back] Though I coped so ably
[Don't look back] Its an absolute horror
[Don't look back] Its a new tomorrow
[Don't look back] Because the past is s(t)inking
[Don't look back] Start some positive thinking

[Don't look back] I'm blinded by light
[Don't look back] I gave up the fight
[Don't look back] Bring the next conquest forth
[Don't look back] Is this all I am worth?

CHORUS

Don’t Look Back

So we are stuck in our own ways
I try to spice things up but your eyes have long since glazed

CHORUS
Perhaps in a sad song
Is where we truly belong
Stuck in a sad space
Like half of our fellow race
A tale with a sad sting
You never felt anything
Are we just plain sad or just a phase?
[We are stuck in our own ways
We sunk without a trace
We are stuck in our own ways]

How we struggled through hard times
Searching for some true love but true love is hard to find

CHORUS

So we are stuck in our own ways
But I will break free from this glue one of these days

Stuck In Our Own Ways

Chris, hailing  from North West  Tasmania in Australia, is a singer-songwriter who pens originals, and  plays vintage music the way it used to be.  Her mashup of  Folk, Blues,  &  Americana  draws on a lifetime of  encounters with places, people, and the magic of nature;  echoing  a multitude of  global grassroots traditions. 
Traveling around carrying her “band” like a pack pony ~ lap-slide, banjo, uke, as well as a few plain ole guitars, she  regularly performs in Australia and Europe.
Growing up in Merseyside, England, Chris was exposed to the vibrant music scene of the late 60’s and 70’s,  and her music is has been influenced by  traditional folk, country blues, and  world music .
In 2016 she represented her State at the International Blues Challenge & National Women in Blues Showcase in Memphis,  and her second album,  “Wailin’ & Raggin’ the Blues” was  a   finalist for “Best Self-produced CD with the Blues Foundation , USA.  Her third album, “Twisted Roots & Twisted Highways” was  a finalist for Blues & Roots Radio Album of the Year in 2018.
www.chrisokunbor.net

Grab & Plunder Blues ~ Chris O & Fossil60

Chris O (2)