Name: The Game by David Cartmel
Duration: 1 min 54 s
Description: I put this track together in my home studio

@abellashton thanks so much for listening ❤️

Nice one great track good job David.👌😎🎶

Impossible not to find yourself singing along with this. Thanks for sharing David

Beautiful song. Foot-stomping and spirit-lifting. A pleasure to listen to. 🍀🌹🍀

Such catchy melodies. Nicely constructed guitar solo. Brilliant song.

3 am, here I am, hitting the streets
Fists clenched on my head I beat
How could I let my principles be betrayed

Flash of light, gets my eyes on the alleyway
I feel like a Rembrandt in a gallery
Everybody’s trying to get a look at me

No remorse, I decide to take back my land
Maybe in another life you’ll understand
Can’t keep on, when keeping on feels so vain

I used to know a lady that made me pray
Now she laughs at me as she walks away
She never seemed to care too much all the same
She always had her eyes open when she prayed

Quickly now, look around, we gotta go
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Seems like our plans just got rearranged

Not too long after, I made an appeal
To get to the safest place and then cut a deal
What was in that cocktail? Man I feel so strange

She never was able to get what I mean
She spent too many afternoons down on her knees
Praying for the Lord to come and take her away

I used to know a lady that made me pray
Now she laughs at me as she walks away
She never seemed to care too much all the same
She always had her eyes open when she prayed

Looking around, I decide on my getaway
Although there’s a part of me that’d rather stay
I guess I get a lot feeling from the fray

Heartbeat a pumping, thumping through my past
Trying to answer questions that I failed to ask
No reply only hesitation and dismay

They got the jump on me and now it’s down to this
I gotta leave you now, so give me one more kiss
And try to remember these were our finest days

I used to know a lady that made me pray
Now she laughs at me as she walks away
She never seemed to care too much all the same
She always had her eyes open when she prayed
(And I saw you baby)

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Another One Clam Production
Produced by Byn Jons and The Buddy Blake Band
Basic tracks recorded live at Custom Sound Studio, Pensacola
Overdubs done at Custom Sound, Mockingbird Sound, Navarre and Shadyhead Studio, Elsewhere
Engineered by Morton Shamen and Bobby Custom
Mixed at Mockingbird Sound by The Diesel, assisted by The Buddy Blake Band
All songs Bolter/Bell/Matteson/McMillan 
Published by Heard Mentality Publishing, LLC
Blake Bell-Vocals, Electric Guitar, Piano
Buddy Bolter-Lead Guitar, Electric Guitars, Acoustic 12 String Guitar
Bob Matteson-Drums, Percussion
Tom McMillan-Bass, Percussion, Guitars, Keyboards

SAINTS

Distinct memories of thoughts to myself so long ago
Moving faster than a speeding train but still too slow
Rip up rule book
Tell yourself no
Don't tell yourself no
Had my 34th thought in a minute and went with the flow

CHORUS
There's a jet plane destined for the skies
And I wanna escape with you
Into the blue
Into the blue
Wrote a list of what I'd leave behind
And there wasn't that much in truth
So start things anew
Start things anew

Shall I spell out our story long and blow by blow
Worst kept secret in a million years but a few still don't know
Rip up rule book
It just brings you woe
It just makes you low
Take a picture of my positive face and acknowledge the glow

CHORUS

Rip Up Rulebook

Mark Combs (Combstead) - Composition, Master Mix
Brian Butts - Guitar

Combstead / Butts - Flashover

Improvisations and experimental materials recorded live in Berlin 2022

Following The Destiny

Rise From The Depths

MIX/MASTER - WOODS STUDIO

Master of dumb and expert at stupid
I took the boy’s bow and put an arrow in Cupid
Now who’d ever be my valentine?
We had a good run then both decided to pack it in
I’ve been thinking about unpacking us again

Yeah if it’s a bad idea
A silly or even sad idea
A psychic might know but I am not a seer
If I have had another bad idea

Well yes I have blundered once or twice
And that is probably putting it nice
Think flower memorials along the road to love
Maybe there's times I need for you to take the wheel
Not think so much, just go with how we feel

So if it’s ok with you
Maybe we start anew
I can’t always be ruled by my greatest fear
That I have had another bad idea

Who’s keeping score?
‘cuz I’ve got more

So here I am walking straight ahead into quicksand
Could you wade in and give a guy a hand?

Even if it’s a bad idea
The worst that I’ve had idea
I’ll pick up anytime that you might call
It wont be a bad idea after all

Make me glad
Say it's not a bad idea

Bad Idea

Tired

I put this track together in my home studio

The Game

When the moon hits your eye 
Like a big pizza pie
It's a heartburn
It's indigestion

And i still think that dickhead Paul Stanley pic is hilarious, you uptight little cunts.

Don't Give a Fuck About You

Trois points de suspensions…

Je le savais depuis toujours,
La blouse et la trousse de secours
Le concours et toutes ces années sur les bancs de la faculté.

Les gardes au chevet des patients,
Passées trop loin de mes enfants,
A prendre soin des plus souffrants.

Tous ces destins que j’ai croisés,
Que j’ai portés, accompagnés,
Tous ces corps que j’ai soulagés.

Les pleurs des collègues épuisés,
Le courage d’un corps de métier,
Toujours debout bien qu’éprouvé.

Ces souvenirs tous imprégnés,
Là, dans ma blouse immaculée,
Le matin où je l’ai pliée…

J’veux pas rester à la maison,
Amputé(e) de ma vocation,
Pourtant je suis ma conviction, à tort ou à raison,
Trois points de suspension…

J’en ai rêvé depuis tout mioche,
Le camion rouge dans ma caboche,
Je peux vous dire, j’en ai bavé pour devenir Sapeur-Pompier !

L’espoir dans les regards piégés,
Derrière les pare-brise étoilés,
Les débris et la tôle froissée.

Ces mains serrant mes doigts gantés,
Dans l’urgence à me témoigner,
La gratitude du rescapé.

La suie sur les visages fiévreux,
De mes collègues valeureux,
Debout dans leur tenue de feu.

Ces souvenirs étaient gravés,
Au cœur de mon casque doré,
Le matin où je l’ai posé…


J’veux pas rester à la maison,
Amputé(e) de ma vocation,
Pourtant je suis ma conviction, à tort ou à raison,
Trois points de suspension…

Vous croyez que c’est par caprice,
Qu’on fait un tel sacrifice ?
J’ai passé ma vie à servir, saurez-vous vous en souvenir ?

C’était déjà là, dans mon corps,
Avant mon premier justaucorps,
Elle serait là ma liberté, ma force, ma créativité.

De sacrifice en étirement,
J’ai travaillé passionnément,
Terrassé le découragement.

Dansé mon amour de la vie,
Un peu, beaucoup, à la folie,
A la faveur de mes envies.

J’en ai fait chavirer des cœurs,
Sous les faisceaux des projecteurs,
Et j’ai dansé tout mon bonheur.

Ces applaudissements enflammés,
Ils attendent bien protégés,
Dans les chaussons que j’ai rangés…

J’veux pas rester à la maison,
Amputé(e) de ma passion,
Pourtant je suis ma conviction, à tort ou à raison,
J’veux pas rester à la maison,
Amputé(e) de ma vocation,
Pourtant je suis ma conviction, à tort ou à raison,
Trois points de suspension…

Trois Points De Suspension

I would like to thank Madame Gautier for her illustration: Contact@azenia.fr

I Don't Have A Penny Left, But I'm Free

All tracks are recorded at my home studio. Drum sequencing + live instruments are played by myself. Please leave a comment if you like my work & I hope to keep sharing catchy melodic & original material- along with a few covers https://davidcartmel1.bandcamp.com/follow_me
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The Game

David Cartmel

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