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I Said

Stream NAVE now:
https://ffm.to/godswaitingroom

A rare B-side I wrote that is yet to be officially released via major platforms. 

Coming soon.

Cloned Syndrome

Snowflake

Written about Cumbria, Tulips Pink is about coming home for Spring; about feeling lost and yearning to be back.

Tulips Pink

Imma Do Me

Riot Act

Don't Get Along (Amplified) PROMO

A disassembling of the lies governments tell when they seek to rule through autocracy and deceit. A dissection of how the secret services are not the glamour of the movies, but are actually the levers of rogue states to undermine democracy.

Lyrics: Richard Pierce
Vocals: Richard Pierce
Music: The Big Grey Man
Guitar, Bass, Drums: The Big Grey Man
Keyboard: Richard Pierce

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

The snow geese are safe again,
From misdirected or deliberate sniper fire,
Incompetence or practice,
Here on the borders of tundra
And western civilisation.
Until the next story invents itself.

James Bond is dead.

Secrets aren’t such clever agents in the end,
Arrogance overlooking the obvious,
And exceptionalism blind.

Fiction is a real fact
Not exaggerated or purpled by prose.
It is.

In the corridors of power,
Incompetence or practice?
Until the next story invents itself,
Until they invent their next stories
In the corridors of power.

Shout it, shout it!
James Bond is dead!
Rejoice, rejoice!
James Bond I dead!

The real world took him apart
Piece by piece,
Myth by myth,
Broken ceasefire by broken promise,
War by war by bloodier war.

Blessed are the codebreakers,
The peace makers,
The pacifists,
Not the agents of the rogue state.
Not. The. Agents. Of. The. Rogue. State.
No, not the agents of the rogue state.

James Bond and Felix Leiter are dead.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.


Richard Pierce feat The Big Grey Man - James Bond Is Dead

01 DONT FADE ME OUT MASTER 2024

wartsnall VI

made with casio and zoom h1 and NCH 
mosquito Photo by Yogesh Pedamkar on Unsplash

it does take a lot of annoying mosquitoes to feed all the frogs at the swamp

People walk. In different directions

The world begins and ends many times.
Things that perish and things that are born.
The hot season will soon be upon us.
We are preparing for hunger and thirst.

People walk. In different directions.
Meeting someone, parting with someone.

There are young, foolish, and noisy gods.
But, it is they who will change the world.
We don't have much time left, 
and there's nothing left to say.

People walk. In different directions.
Cursing someone and blessing someone.

Did you wake up feeling good this morning?
I hope you have a wonderful day.

The world begins and ends many times.
We live in that moment of the cycle.
We don't want to live forever.
Even if time continues to expand.

People walk. In different directions.
Loving someone and hating someone.


People walk. In different directions

Deixa os pulmões buscarem o seu alimento

LYRICS:

We know the feeling,
When you realize she's gone,
It leaves you reeling,
And it feels so wrong

 That's when you need something to believe in,
 And when you know it's over,
Anyone anytime anywhere,
 But it's never over, no it's never over,
 It's never over, no it's never over

And God said on the second day,
 Let her come back and say,
 Baby let's talk about it

 But when she comes to see you,
 You will have seen through,
 Then you never quit

Your love is still bright as the sun,
 You can make it up to me,
 Black Sky storm rolling in,
 You're exactly where you wanna be 

That's when you need something to believe in,
 And when you know it's over,
Anyone anytime anywhere,
But it's never over, it's never over, no it's never over.

It's never over (Lyrics and Vocals by Jess Johnson Music by Xzaviar)

Invisible Space

Im_Traumland_Verschwunden

Fresh On The Net is a music blog hosted by Tom Robinson and Team Freshnet, offering independent artists an open door and a level playing field for their music. Our inbox is open at http://freshonthenet.co.uk every Monday to Thursday morning - if you share a track with us there it will be heard by every member of our moderation team.

IMPORTANT: 
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I am a singer-songwriter, composer and producer based in Oxfordshire, UK. 

I am just finishing off the final tracks from the upcoming album 'The Supersonic Dataset' due for release in October. In the meantime I will be uploading the tracks here as I finish them :).

Snowflake

The Dopamine Project

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