Name: Outlaw Biker Dude by Clay Young
Duration: 2 min 51 s
Description: A Journal of Nonsense by Clay Young & Becky Coleman

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Im still waiting for the ☎️ call. Please help

Funky and fun song!!! But -- is the dog ok?

Sorry ‘bout your dog lady, love this great fun Clay!

Really good music and society commentary!

First uploaded track in 2022
Photo by Heather Zabriskie on Unsplash

Time

The message in this song is that there is strength in numbers, one voice by itself may not be heard, but a million voices must be heard. One raindrop by itself is lost but when million come together they form the mighty seas. I wanted to get a live feel from this song so i recorded the vocal and the guitar live in 1 take on my Zoom X5 then transferred the WAV file to the DAW where i put in some atmospheric voice synth, some acoustic Bass and some percussion. its one of the longest songs i have recorded as i generally believe that most people won't listen more than 3 minutes but hopefully there is enough in here to keep interest,  i really hope you like it and to help here are the words.


One voice in the wilderness, 
one raindrop falls from the sky 
One soul lost in the darkness,
 One tear drop falls from an eye 

Two voices join together and sing in harmony 
Two raindrops join together help to form  the sea 
Two souls finds each other floating in the sky 
Two tear drops fall together as somebody starts to cry 

3 voices shout for freedom all for one and one for all 
3 Raindrops turn to snow drops as they gently fall 
3 souls on the ground fell the gentle Snow 
3 tears freeze like icicles on the world below 

4 voices sound so beautiful as they together sing 
4 raindrops paly a magic scale as the church bells ring 
4 souls move together in perfect harmony 
4 tear drops cry for you and for me 

5 voices become a quire voices of all pitches 
5 Rains drops fall and form a stream running in the ditches 
5 souls join together to become a might forces 
5 tear drop fall full of remorse

Together we are  Stronger (There's strength in numbers)

A Journal of Nonsense by Clay Young & Becky Coleman

Outlaw Biker Dude

It's been a while since eddyoffline and I did a collab.  Mostly because he's always offline.  This one finally came together though.  I have never really played Reggae before and it shows. Thanks to eddy for sending me this track.  He plays an awesome bass in this as well as a solid rhythm guitar to hold things together.

Reggae-ish

Reggae-ish - with eddyoffline

I'm very pleased to get to work with Karl's music yet again as we have collaborated on many projects together. When I first heard 'Haust' (Icelandic for Autumn), I was haunted by the richness of the bowed sound and the grinding industrial textures that spoke to me about the extreme environment in Iceland (https://soundcloud.com/sesar/haust). I asked Karl if I could contribute and a few weeks later I'm proud to present our 8th collaboration.

Music, instrumentation, arrangement and production - https://soundcloud.com/sesar
Lyrics/Vocals - me
Image - Douglas Corrance

What was grey becomes black, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Dawn's late, later still, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Grey to black as darkness falls.

Darkness Falls by Sesar & Mark J Bennett

"We Got The Power"

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia
Music & Mix : EMmy

To listen to Cecilia's music on SC :
@specialececilia
@spacialcecilia

On Bandcamp : specialcecilia.bandcamp.com/

We Got The Power - Special Cecilia & EMmy

You've Never Said Y

Can't Hear You

self examination

Lyrics:
This crawl space is a little tight,
As everything surrounds me at night.
It isn't right the way I'm packed away, not on ice.
I try to be real quiet,
but I guess I woke the giant,
I couldn't help it.
And now the sky is angry with me.
I don't see,
it's far too dark for sight.
Crawling isn't for me,
I'd much rather fly away.
I try to be on time.
I lost track of myself somewhere,
I could not help it.
And everyone seems to be gone.
Just in case you didn't hear, me.
I'll try to be ever more clear.
Can't see my face but I'm down here.
Heavily insulated crawl space,
what will I do?
Some day I will find my way.

Crawl Space

Based on a few lines written in a delerium

Dear Doctor, Thank you for the pills that counteract the pills,
that counteract those pills that make me want to vomit on your floor.
I don't even know  just exactly what all these pills are for.

Angelina, mistress of the pricks, I love your acupuncture and your oriental tricks,
I've been longing for you since my boat went down.
If you pay me in sugar I will be your clown.

Holy Mary, Mother of the Gods, I've broken all my promises, beaten all the odds,
But my hands are cold and my mind is numb.
You promised me the world but all I got was crumbs.

Dearest Rachel, I see that you've been blessed by the songs of love and longing,
by the beauty of your flesh, I hear a distant bell, I hear a funereal song,
That sweet and easy feeling that I used to have is gone.

I'm falling backwards, trying to reach the start of the long and lonely journey to the centre of my heart,
if I seem lost sometimes, give me another dose.
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere but I think I'm getting close.

Mona Lisa, diva in the clouds, there's a tear in every marriage, a fool in every crowd,
You were invisible when I tried to break through.
Now I got that sinking feeling that I'm invisible too.

Dearest Doctor, I've heard that it's been said that for sixty quid an hour you could rearrange my head,
but do you really think that you could ever heal
these wounds that I've been nursing or the thoughts that make them real.

My Dearest Doctor. Steve Killingbeck

Bigfoot is a friend of mine. We like to make music and share it with friends. See our YouTube channel and A Journal of Nonsense for more fun.

Outlaw Biker Dude

Clay Young

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