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PAUL MCCARTNEY & WINGS: Wings Over America Reissue (Hear Music/ Concord Music) - "Band On The Run"

01 Everybody Knows

(verse)
Thirteen long years beneath your somber skies,
Brittany, you cruel land of whispered lies.
I walked your shores, I braved your bitter rain,
Yet found no solace, only endless pain.

(verse)
One fateful night, your darkness tore my womb,
An act of rage, a child lost to the gloom.
Your winds carried screams, but no one replied,
And in your silence, even hope had died.

(verse)
A gang descended, wild and filled with spite,
A shattered bottle glinting in the night.
They tore my scalp, their laughter ringing loud,
And left me bleeding, broken, disavowed.

(verse)
The fire followed, consuming all I owned,
Its hungry flames devoured dreams I’d honed.
Homeless, hollow, I begged for bread to eat,
And learned despair beneath the city's feet.

(verse)
I built again, with trembling hands, my fate,
A fragile peace that envy soon would take.
The wolves of contracts, landlords with no soul,
Stripped me bare, and left a gaping hole.

(chorus)
Oh, Brittany, harsh land of bitter embrace,
Your beauty’s a veil for a merciless face.
For the kind-hearted, you’re a wicked snare,
A trap of storms, a realm of cold despair.

(bridge)
So I bid you goodbye; my heart seeks the sun,
A place where love blooms, and battles are won.
The world is wide, and I’ll find my own way,
Beyond your shadows, into brighter days.

(chorus)
Farewell, Brittany, your memory will fade,
My scars are my anthem, my soul unafraid.
I’ll wear my wounds as proof I have survived,
And in new horizons, I’ll finally thrive.

Farewell, Brittany (youngness blues)

Listen up, you brilliant misfits. For decades, you've been letting fat-cat middlemen bleed you dry, they're nothing but parasites siphoning off your hard-earned creativity.

The web is your arsenal, a direct line to the world, and it's high time you took the reins. Stop playing by their tired, outdated rules and reclaim your independence. Cut the fat, boot out the middlemen, and own every damn penny and pixel of your art.

This is your call to arms: ditch the commissions, embrace true autonomy, and show the world that your creative power isn’t for sale. Wake up and take what's rightfully yours.

Wake Up: Boot the Middlemen (raw punk)

💿 https://soundcloud.com/clhmusic/sets/rise-against-war
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See the drums beating, hear the lies they sell,  
Filling our minds with fear, in a manufactured hell.  
While machines build dreams, and freedom calls,  
They send our youth marching to watch them fall.  

Rise, people rise, time to tear down their walls,  
Reject their wars, let their flags fall,  
Automation's come, break work from wage,  
Write peace and freedom on history's page.  

Waste piled high, poisoning our lands,  
Yet in these ruins lie solutions at hand.  
Factories reborn, robotic and clean,  
Turning waste into hope, into life unseen.  

Rise, people rise, time to tear down their walls,  
Reject their wars, let their flags fall,  
Automation's come, break work from wage,  
Write peace and freedom on history's page.  

Bernard spoke truth, our labour's no cage,  
We’re not machines bound by clocks and wage.  
Autonomy blooms in collective delight,  
Not under boots marching in endless fight.  

Dictators thrive when freedom's asleep,  
Selling nightmares, promises they never keep.  
But united, aware, we'll never concede,  
A Europe of peace, free from fear and greed.  

Rise, people rise, time to tear down their walls,  
Reject their wars, let their flags fall,  
Automation's come, break work from wage,  
Write peace and freedom on history's page.  

It's our time now, let's rewrite the plan,  
Every country's free, every woman and man,  
Joy collective, yet proudly free,  
In a future we shape, no more tyranny.

Rise Against War (metal bonus track)

Another revision for a harder rock sound.

Give Me Pain On Bended Knees
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

The toke I take can’t fill my hollow feeling
No matter how strong I hold it against my lungs,
The emptiness endures.
But I laugh it off
Ha ha,
I can’t help it,
I’ve turned my emptiness into joy,
The gun by my pillow a joke
I lift it up and stare into its barrel
I smile at the bullet with my name.
Ha ha.

I fall to my knees,
I ask for pain,
I want trials
For a life of gain,
Bring down pain,
on bended knees
The tokes I take can’t fill
my parched soul,
Bring down pain
quench this thirsty soul

I’m tired of drugs that fry my brain,
Give me a life that keeps me sane.
And someone who knows me,
And helps to hide my shame,
Someone who will free me,
Free me with pain,
with strokes of pain.

Ohhh. Oh. I want to live again,
I want to live again
Just live again,
Please,
I just want to live
Again…

On my knees
With an empty bottle of pills,
I look under my bed for one last thrill,
I find one in the corner and pop it in my till
I fly upright,
face the window
Everything is out of sight
The birds outside are singing out my name,
The plants in my window are doing the same
And the bullet in my gun is rejoicing in its aim,
I’m turning normal now
I’m feeling normal now,
Everything is normal now,
It’s going to be a happy day.
Hap-hap-happy, hap-hap-happy

It’s going to be a happy day.

Give Me Pain on Bended Knees

The J.F.W. presents: CIA

Screens at Midnight

Below Sunset

Hypnogaja, ShyBoy - Here Comes The Rain Again

This boots are made for walking

KEEP ON TALKING TO YOURSELF

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Written by Esben Knoblauch & Nils Sørensen. 
Arranged and performed by the Brothers Moving.

Esben Knoblauch (Lead Vocal / Rhythm Guitar)
Aske Knoblauch (Lead Guitar)
Nils Sørensen (Bass Guitar / Piano)
Lennart Kiel (Drums)
Collin DeJoseph (Backing vocals)

Recorded at Cloudshill Recording, Hamburg, Germany
Engineered by Linda Gerdes
Produced by Nils Sørensen
Mixed by Craig Dreyer at Mighty Toad Recording, Brooklyn, NY.
Mastered by Carlitos Hernandez at Russell Street Recording, Brooklyn, NY.

Cover design by Noriaki

Recorded June 29th 2020
Released September 25th 2020

WAV 88k24b

Keep On Talking To Yourself

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Once upon a time I used to have a band. 
5 children and 20+ years later, back for a new trip.

Playing with guitar+Logic+AI+Audacity
Sorry for the flood, these new toys when combined are amazing :)

DIY ZONE: All songs written and directed by CLH - All covers too, helped by AI fabulous generators, Adobe tools and inspiration

ESSENTIALLY PLAYGROUNDS HERE.
TOO OLD TO FINISH THINGS!

Rise Against War (metal bonus track)

CLH

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