Like the other songs....very very good 🎸🙏

Fantastic grunge / folk, amazing melody and vocal performance!

revisiting after revisiting the album and it is still a masterpiece

Work two jobs to buy shit we don’t need. Nice guitar solo

Dog Meat Stew - Lyrics

I just drank three bottles of the best excuse on the planet
Going back to Camberwell to sign on and then shoplift
Lost my dog after I smoked something I knew I shouldn’t have
Days that followed followed me and I was following the days

They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with her
They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with a girl

Neighbours said they thought we were dead, we only slept one hour a night
Working jobs that we both hate to buy some shit we don’t need
Dog meat stew from Mexicans who dig in trash cans for breakfast
Burglar alarms are disconnected when they want insurance

They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with her
They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with a girl

I knew her before the thing, I never knew her after
Don’t like too much noise and I don’t really like the weather
Changed my name to John Coltrane 'cos no one took my phone calls
Best times are always the ones that you just walked away from

They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with her
They saw you, they saw you, they saw you with a girl

Strange Part of the Country

Dog Meat Stew

Bandcamp

A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring Through a Rock - Lyrics

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
A mild case of death in the park
Meant I was looking for someone

And the old guys keeping us straight with their stories
The death of a bricklayer in Dublin
And claims that there once were leprechauns 

And I was living with the night
Sleeping with the eyes
All night kept breathing

After two years of digging up my roots in back rooms
I found out there was only one truth 
That roots were meant to be buried

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
The water will never fall back 
So I stopped looking for anyone

And I was living with the night
Sleeping with the eyes
All night kept breathing

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
The water will never fall back 
So I stopped looking for anyone

A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring through a Rock

A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring Through a Rock

Old Irish Drunks - Lyrics

Well he left home one Sligo day and he kept on going until he came to a halt
And they heard nothing of their lost son since London had swallowed him up
Each night he drank himself to sleep in a town where he lived but did not belong
These streets were built by men who came from the earth then covered it up

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

Living on the far edge he broke his toes in the High Road cold
His last days he told me how much he loved all he said he hated most

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain

Built them good
Built them good
Built them good
Built them good

Old Irish Drunks

“4 Stars - Q Recommends”
- Q magazine

From the album Strange Part of the Country:

w/ Grammy-winner Tchad Blake (Tom Waits, Elvis Costello), and bass legend Danny Thompson (Robert Plant, Nick Drake)

"One of the most original artists out there"
- Blues Matters magazine

Time Settles - Lyrics: 

And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal

Time settles over me
Time settles over me 

And then the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air I know neither the place nor what the hour is

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And I, far off inside, was old

And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me

Time Settles

Turning Point

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2024 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
Don't want to be a rose
You want to be a wildflower
Never mind the sun
You want to take a moon shower

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

You say you're getting old
You say you've reached a milestone mama
You're tired of being sold
You're tired of all the hometown drama

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

I love the way the moon glows
I love the way the wind blows
When it goes
Through your hair

Gonna be a wild ride mama
Gonna be a rodeo
Gonna be an LA drama
Gonna have to rope me down

Half a mile from here we'll disappear aboard the midnight train

Half A Mile From Here

It's not often that an entire nation suddenly has its hands unshackled, its mouth ungagged and its cell door left ajar with an open invitation to leave the darkness and step into the light.

So, Syria, what's it to be?

Hmmm...?

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Find Seagull's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Find David's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

Artwork by Seagull
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Mother Syria

Hold my hand up to the sun to reach this smouldered rubble
Lift my eyes again with little patience left in trust
Assad years, father and son, each the devil’s double
Gassed and burned my cradle nation to blood-soaked mental dust

With his face alight the new guy’s mission, pure, sent from heaven
Promises truth, gold, light and god in his virgin presidential pledge
In the dead of night autocracy voted AK47
New boots crush freedom’s fingertips, as they’re clinging to the ledge

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
That cradled understanding of things earthly and divine?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
Or should we prepare the palliatives for your sectarian decline?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
On the path of sane humanity or on diabolos’ design?

Mother Syria will you renounce the suicide bomber’s blast?
Maybe seek out peace at last?

Mother Syria   ...   with Seagull and David Dunham

I've always wanted to play this because it is one of my favorite songs. Let's just say it has been on my to-do list for a couple years and I've always been afraid to attempt it. Thank you for listening!! I appreciate you!

Yamaha Acoustic Guitar
Peavey Bass
6 different woven synths
Vocals

We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun
Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell
Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where we are going
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend

Round the Bend (Beck Cover)

There are stars in the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road

Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild

Sometimes there’s a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road

There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide you should go
There is a taste of time-sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
V3.02

Seven Bridges Road

they're there

Suicide Prevention Hot Line     1 800 273 8255   Once you're gone, you're gone forever....there's no chance to change The End.

THE END MIXX 1 100719 WIP - M3NT 01 - 01

"You don't sound like anyone else," said Danny Thompson - legendary bass player for Nick Drake and Joe Strummer - about English musician Conil.

Tchad Blake, the renowned audio engineer for Tom Waits and Paul McCartney, echoed Thompson's sentiment, declaring, "Strange Part of the Country is an awesome album! I still listen to it."

Conil's music reached great heights when Fleetwood Mac blues icon Peter Green paid a visit to his studio, driven by his admiration for Conil's music. The collaboration between the two resulted in a mesmerizing, mellow version of Conil's homage to the jazz greats, "Round Midnight."

Few artists cross boundaries like Conil, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. Admirers of his genre-defying sound include guitar icon Marc Ribot, British folk-blues pioneer Davey Graham, bass maestro Pino Palladino, and studio legend John Leckie.

As Strange Part of the Country continues to resonate with listeners around the world, it is experiencing a well-deserved renaissance and becoming an all-time favorite. 

Upon its release in the UK, Strange Part of the Country made some waves. Q magazine, the country's best-selling music monthly, recognized its exceptional quality with a prestigious "Four stars - Q Recommends" rating, while Blues Matters magazine celebrated Conil as "one of the most original artists out there," giving him the front cover feature.

Born in England, Conil's musical roots extend to England, Ireland, and France, but his deep affection lies with the sounds of American music.

Following the release of Strange Part of the Country, he embarked on a transformative journey, spending the past decade residing in various cities across the United States and Europe, including New York City, New Orleans, Chicago, Athens, and Berlin.

Conil is currently immersed in making a second album, a project that reunites him with the incomparable talents of Danny Thompson and Tchad Blake, as well as several other world class musicians.

Dog Meat Stew

Conil

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