Vol. 7

EP Phone Home

Lately

words and music by Kevin Gennery
image not my own

When I leave you will come on with me, in my blood, heart and my soul,
you will touch all the things that I see, beside me where ever I go.

There's a lock of your hair in my pocket, 
your perfumes still scenting my clothes, 
with your laughter still ringing in my ear,
when I get to where I'm going you'll know.

Ooh ooh,
got a bone or two to pick on through to do what I have to do,
ooh, ooh,
try to understand I'm a complexed man carrying a heavy can,
full of worms.

Hey Mr driver, push the pedal down,
I need to get to somewhere, far away from town,
there's voices in my brain, why I don't rightly know,
just gotta get away, and lay myself down low.

I see the flashing lights behind me,
hear the siren screaming my name,
feel the rubber of the tyres, trying to grip in vain,
and the road stretches out before us,
it ends in the ocean blue, hey Mr driver I'll take it from here,
and do what I have to do ooh ooh ooh.

Think I got to where I'm getting to go.

mixes

worms

words and music K Gennery
image not my own

For Lizzie, Vicky and Daisy......my three lovely ladies XXX

Three lovely ladies in a sea side shack, had a great time,
hope to to be invited back again, love to go back some day.

Drank a cup of builders tea and had a really nice chat, twanged the guitars,
man I even sat for a while, well it seemed for quite a while.

Oohee these things mean so much more to me,
it may be just another day for you, doing what you always do.

Three total darlings in a sea side shack, gave two a kiss goodbye,
the other one a pat on the back oh, it's hard for me to get that low.

So I headed off home walked through the door, spent the next half hour,
stretched out on the floor again, why does it have to be this way?

Oohee these things mean so much more to me,
it may be just another day for you, doing what you always do.
Why oh why, must I only get by?
when there's so much life to live and I have so much more to give.

Three lovely ladies in a sea side shack,
Three lovely ladies in a sea side shack,
Hope to go back, some day.

Sea side shack

sea side shack

words and music K. Gennery
image designed by mr cagey

If I were to paint a portrait of you,
layer upon layer oil mixed with dew.
Canvas part torn weathered and worn,
a wondrous reflection resplendent in colour.

If I were to sculpture in marble or stone.
Alabaster skin flawless in tone.
A peachy complexion a hint of rouge,
lines to be seen more than a laughter or two.

If I were a poet my sonnet to you,
would flow from my heart that’s been battered and bruised.
Words on page of passion and rage,
an inky endorsement of love and of hate.

Ohhh, let it go now, I need to have some peace of mind.
Ohhh, let it go now,
find myself a release, that finally sets me free.
From all the confusion, downright delusion,
turmoil swirling around, inside me brain.

of love & of hate

Kick

For Goodness Sake

"Changing Sky" electronic music with electric guitar and vocals. a change in the sky , a change in fortunes?  just playing around with ideas for a song,
"and I got a head that´s full of dreams
is it any wonder.
And at last a changing sky
waiting in the future
where to go, when you don´t know where to go?
where to go, when there is no where to go?

Changing Sky

Songs That Bring Out A Smile

Electronic, song. "Invincible"  
Longtime ago I had this recurring nightmare, a typical scene of being chased,  by something very frightening... 
I was running away from something very scary, down lanes, roads and passageways. In one of these dreams I ran so fast I had to jump over a fence that suddenly appeared in front of me,
 as I leapt over it I took off!  , I was flying!... flying through this city, 
 anyways, back to the point. Years later I had the nightmare again, but this time I was frightened so much I woke up ! 
 at that point I realised this was that old recurring nightmare, 
so I decided to go straight back to sleep and try to bring that nightmare back and go looking for what ever was chasing me remembering it was just a dream. And I did just that!
...in dreams you can be invincible :)

Invincible

I am honored and happy to have made this together with Fady.

Please visit him here: @fadysporz
His songs are treats, sweet and tart and oh, so deep.

Is this how it ends?
oh no.
no fireballs
no siren calls
just panic
and confusion.

Is this how it ends?
oh no
no meteor
no demon horde
just panic
isolation.

If you could only
see through my eyes.
and I could
see whats inside
your head and marvel that
there ain't much daylight between us.

Is this where we bend?
who knows.
No lessons learned
no cheeks are turned
just malice
and delusion.

Is this where we mend?
I hope!
no rich or poor.
no 'mine or yours'
just victim
after victim.

Victim After Victim (with Fady)

After our previous collaboration, I was so pleased when EllE (Cycle of Hands) agreed to work with me again on this new track, both with the music and vocals. It has not exactly been an easy ride and I have to admit that at times I almost gave up on it...but I am so, so glad that we both persevered, as '4am' has become something rather special and unique. Huge thanks to EllE. She is - and always will be - a star. 

You can contact her at https://soundcloud.com/cycleofhands

Lyrics below:
There are some things that wait until the quiet
Time of night
To take over your mind before the day gets bright
When everyone’s still asleep I feel like I might
Be the only one alive so I look to the sky

I take comfort in the stars and the moon in despite
Of their distance from my room where I sit and write
Pieces of ideas from this muse deep inside
She’s the higher form I use to free my light

It’s 4 am and I am
In the deep end 
No sleep then
For me this night

It’s me and my mind
I can’t unwind 
I wonder 
I hunt for 
What is life

I Ignite a little fire to see where I am
In the A.M. I get tired but I still can’t land
Mayhem of creation doesn’t care about plans
I made when my intention was lights out by 9

But Inspiration beckons and I can’t reject the call
If it is passed to me it’s disrespect if I drop the ball
Of energy like electricity from the wall
It’s all I see and I know its me who needs to crack this vault

It’s 4 am and I am
In the deep end 
No sleep then
For me this night

It’s me and my mind
I can’t unwind 
I wonder 
I hunt for 
What is life

It’s 4 am and 
The world is small
This screen the window 
And my wall

No sounds are heard
Except my own thoughts
They go Back and forth 
And it ticks me off

My eyes are glued to this new creation 
I can’t stop, drop or leave this inspiration 
Inside me theres a key to the ignition 
When its turned There is no chance of intermission 
I’ve been hitting on something much bigger than fiction 
I know Because it comes straight from my deepest intuition 
It can’t wait to escape from everything I’ve written 
Leaping from the words the moment you see em

So tonightt I am defying my sleep cycle 
Gonna try to give life to these dreams that I pull
From the hat on my skull That been getting too full 
With ideas and scenarios playing like a film roll 
On repeat so I need to hit focus and record
Can’t miss a thing double checking every cord
I know that the final piece is my only reward 
I blow through minutes and hours with every step taken towards
My gold

Play on Spotify

4am (*thommo* and EllE)

... I discovered this one: https://soundcloud.com/fatpockets/good-good-times - a beat as invitation to "make something cool".  I hope I succeeded :-D big thanks to Fat Pockets for delivering this awesome inspirational track: I had my very private "party" with jammin' and feeling good ! I hope you enjoy, and we all look forward to Good Times !!! Photo by Daniel Wirtz / Unsplash

Good Good Times - by Fat Pockets - saxophone remix

On Empty Streets

Do You Believe In Miracles by RM Cribben 2017 ©️All Co0yrights Reserved I wrote this song as an Easter song, back in 2017 it is an upbeat track, to make you feel good...I  feel at present with the current coronavirus situation, we are all wishing for a great miracle, I hope the health authorities find a quick cure...for the covid19!  So we can all get back to normal! These are very testing times right now. Our lives are changing before our eyes....change is inevitable. We all need change for a better future.x

Always believe in Miracles.x I do👍🏻🎶🎶🎶😀
You can check this song out on my YouTube channel, to sing along to.x Don’t forget to subscribe.x

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES

wildflower (rough)

George was a cowboy
& Roger was his horse
As he was wandering  through the mountains
Burned by regret, devoured by remorse

They came upon this small town
But they had no room to spare
No bath, no hot Coffee
Look him in the eye, no one dared

His guilt fit him just like an old coat
His eyes revealed  his shame
No one likes cowboy George

George had to keep on goin
A journey with no end
No course, no destination
No credits left to spend

And Then they both grew older
Time an agony
Time gave no salvation
Ever felt so justly lonely

His guilt fit him just like an old coat
His eyes revealed  his shame

(no one ever liked cowboy George)

A 100 miles down the desert
Roger sprained his leg
So George did what he had to
He drew his gun
and shot him dead

99 years later
They found some sunbleached bones
A gun with a missing bullet
Covered by dust, rocks and stones

His guilt  fit like an old coat
Eyes still revealed his shame

The Ballad Of George The Cowboy (unplugged)

Dark Skies

The Only Bird I've Known

Insects written, produced and recorded by RosesAreBlue
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All rights reserved June 2020
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Please rescue an insect today
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I see you strutting
Standing on my head
Going round and round
I see you coming

La la la la la
La la la la la ....

If only they could see
All the things you do
With all of my heart
I promise you
I will rescue you

I see you strutting
Standing on my leg
Going up and down
Over walls and up the trees
I see you running

If only they could see
All the things you do
With all of my heart
I promise you
I'll rescue you

If only they could see
All the things you do
With all of my heart
I promise you
I'll rescue you

La la la la la ....

Insects | RosesAreBlue

The Letter                                    Janine Levinson 2020

Guitars by @unearth-noise

 “Sticks and stones can break my bones
But words can never hurt me.
Well enough to be left alone,	
I try to get up early.

“It’s been a hard luck life for sure;
I never I found you.
Substitute these working hands and industry
For arms around you.

“I’d like to think I’d know your face.
I’m bettin’ you were pretty.
Sarah girl, you would want to know
I’m keeping myself busy.

“It’s been a muddy row to sow;
I kept your letters.
And this old balding tired smile pulls the plow
For something better.

“It’s no use to wonder, 
If I had I might have found
Another love, another life, but
Words from you were like my plow --
They unearthed my roots
And brought me water.
A thirsty and unbroken vow: 
I would never plow you under.
 
“Sticks and stones, my earthly bones,
Tell me that you’re happy.
Tears to seal the envelopes
As I stand wide and sturdy.

“It’s been a hard luck life for sure.
I never I found you.
Substitute these working hands and industry
For arms around you.”

The Letter - with Unearth Noise

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Vol. 7

Guitarbeard