Ay up chuck.  Never missing an opportunity to confuse transatlantic friends once again with the title referring to a line in UK long running soap opera - some kind of northern humour/grit to it.

Down, down
Stumble around
through old memories

Snow falls
Dusting the dawn
from the windowpane dream

So long
troubles be torn
by a thread on a seam

Sail on
Ports in a storm
Singing songs to the sea

Can anything save us now?

How 
now 
crumble in crowds
Well there's nothing to see

Hold on
nothing is wrong
So try just to breathe

So shuffle along 
with the world asleep 
with the world asleep 
(it's not a smile, it's a lid on a scream)

Down, down
Stumble around
through old memories

Snow falls
Dusting the dawn
from a windowpane dream

Lid on a Scream

The Birds Keep Singing.
What did you do this summer? 
I got smashed on Beaujolais. 
You could have seen me suffer.. but you were far away. 
I lie here contemplating in our once perfect home.
Now all the walls need painting & the gardens overgrown.

I´ve got my headphones on in bed but that birds still singing in my head. 

I know I´ve had my chances. I`m overwhelmed with guilt.
While searching for Atlantis I`m drowning in the silt
And now my phones stopped ringing its peaceful finally 
But those bloody birds keep singing & they´re singing just for me.

And when their loved ones fly away, they still keep singing..that bird keeps singing every day.

How can I live today when there`s no tomorrow?
She left me for another man, part of natures masterplan.
How can they sing today when there`s no tomorrow?
Take your songs & disappear. Wake me up when winters here.

You start a conversation with some young handsome man
Its been no consolation to be your back up plan.
The time will pass & surely we`ll meet (though God knows when).
You`re on a different journey and I`m on the beer again.

I`m trying to forget what she did last summer
(She left me for another man, part of natures masterplan)
Why do they have to sing like they did last summer?
Take your songs & disappear
Wake me up when winters here

Take your songs & disappear. Wake me up when winters here.
Part of natures master plan..Karmas screwed me up again.
Ladybird & bumblebee. Piss off home don`t bother me.
While witnessing my final fall the birds keep singing through it all.
Spread you wings & disappear. Wake me up when winters here.

Written by Chris Underwood. 2020.

Chris Underwood: Vocals, guitars,bass,keyboards.
John Bradley: Keyboards, MIDI work, Vibes, "Ringo".
Recorded in Rågeleje, Denmark . March 2021.
Produced in Portsmouth,England.

The Birds Keep Singing (PompeyJazz mix)

Drown (grunge)

They Wont Love You

The closing track of 'Under the Rusted Needle Sky' - an album about addiction and the rejection of life - presents despair through nihilistic poetry. Rather than endorsing self-destruction, it exposes the hopelessness created by a brutal social model that marginalizes the suffering by treating people as nothing more than profit generators. Punk in spirit and grunge in sound, this album...

Needle’s Lullaby

Recorded in January 2018, this song is about the fun of planning life's adventures with a newfound partner. Instruments include a PRS electric guitar, Fender Jazz bass, Yamaha Motif6 keyboard, and sampled drums.

Time To Set Us Free (Original by Ben Buttrick)

This one evolved a lot and kind of became a power ballad I think. It reflects the position some of the children of the world find themselves in and was inspired by a couple of excellent Irish charities and their stories. I hope it is meaningful it is meant to be, lyrics below.

Because, you’re a girl. Your chances are none and you won’t get to school.
And you, marry young in life. And live without a clue.
Your life, on streets all day. It all just seems so cruel.
We all, need to change. And smash those barriers through.
Chorus:
And nothing changes, it’s the view from below.
There is no first step for you, the view from below.
You’re born in dust to see the view from below.
And from your cardboard bed it’s the view from below.

Too many to count. Kids on streets with no roof to call their own.
Alone, the violent cycles we ignore or just condone.
Your cries, hungry, cold. So lost and all alone.
We can, no longer turn our heads. We must atone.
Chorus
Bridge:
And the world turns
Your turn won’t come
How can we learn.
Chorus.

View From Below

Blue Chevy

Please jump over to Gary and Jaime's page first - his one has a coloured picture!
@one-other

Gary invited me to add vocals to this intriguing track. I was only too happy to. He built it into a multi-layered maelstrom of sound, full of complex time signature changes and effects. I really like the multiple riffs and the growling guitar. It has an eastern flavour in parts, to my ears and then shifts into grinding power rock. He really is a master technician as well as a player - the way he builds tracks is a joy to hear and be part of.

Over and Over and over again
There's nothing new under the sun
Over and under and where are we now?
Where is the world we came from?
Over and Over and over again
Going back in time
Ooh mama
To a place we can recognise
And be free to our will and our minds
A complex mind will shut you out
A complex mind will eat your soul, baby
Is there a way?
Find us a way
New birth, new life, new way
There's nothing new under the sun

Gary: @one-other All instruments and production
Me: Vocals

Over 'N' Over - One and Other and Spade

Please also check out: Drifting Faster With Vocals by Annie Smart
(https://soundcloud.com/annie-smart-1/drifting-faster-by-paul-archer-vocals-by-annie-smart)

drifting faster

My new song for this week. 😊🎹🎼🎵❤️

Thank you to my very lovely BF Sander for mastering yet again. Dedicating this to you...❤️❤️❤️🎶

CAUGHT IN A DAYDREAM

All written by me and my guitar, home produced and mixed just for fun as well, with virtual instruments and a midi keyboard. Purely for the enjoyment of it.

View From Below

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