Broken

Crossroad

Questa base è una cover di 5 O'Clock in the Morning resa famosa da Village People
This title is a cover of 5 O'Clock in the Morning as made famous by Village People

COVER SONG - VILLAGE PEOPLE - 5 O' CLOCK IN THE MORNING

Litany Against Fear:

"I must not fear.
  Fear is the mind-killer.
  Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
  I will face my fear.
  I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
  And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
  Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
  Only I will remain."

(Frank Herbert, Dune)

In a nutshell this song is a homage to all signature post-punk I used to listen: The Cure, The Sound, Echo & the Bunnymen, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and of course Joy Division. While it sounds minimalistic, at least the guitars were really challenging for me to play (that downstroke is tough).

Originaly it was intended to be an instrumental track, but when the music was almost done, I came up with an idea to add some robotic vocals. Being a big fan of Dune universe, I found that the "Litany Against Fear" perfectly suits the changing mood of the track. And therefore everething is as it is.

As in my previous work I have used my Kolen custom Stratocaster for guitars and Roland MC-101 for synth and FX. The text was read by Google Translate (lol).

Cover art is by: https://www.pinterest.com/jenniferalethia.

Hope you're enjoy the song.

Gesserith

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Melodic guitar driven rock with a 90's feel.

The Forecast

The Forcast

user taker

A song about the people who come and go in our  lives.  Some of them stick around for a while, some share a road with you for some time and then go away on their own path.  We cross paths with them again sometimes.  Some leave this world forever and are never gotten, we’ll see them on the other side some day.  No matter what path you take, rock on!

Matty Harper (aka Gedd Flea) is featured on bass for this track.  He's an old friend of mine from when I lived in NY.  Matt recently visited for a week while we laid tracks during the day and hit the bars for open mics each night.  This song is a product of that week.

Verse

Visitors come into my life
Some stay for a while
[riff]
Share some time until we part our ways
And then we go, 
my destiny’s on another road

Chorus

Time goes on
People come and people go
Some will be back some day
Ooo, Rock on
See you on the other side some day
It’s time to go and find my way

Verse

This is the strangest life I’ve ever known
Some stay the same
Others adapt to the road they’re on
It’s been a while since I last saw you
Don’t recognize me?
I’ve been this way 20 years today

[Chorus]
Bridge 1
We’re all visitors, none of us will stay
All on the journey but on a different path
What happened to those people?  Are they only in your past?
Some left, you left, lives in motion
Some climbed the ladder, some got married, some got divorced, some left this world.
You better do it all while you’re living today
Cause you never ever know when it will be your time to go
[Guitar solo]

Bridge 2
I shared a road with some who aren’t here today.
Their paths cut short when they hit a dead end.
Patriots lost their life in a foreign land, others went to work and died in a pile or ruble.

One had a heart attack, another lost to cancer, some saved lives while others protected
There’s one who went to jail, one blessed as a preacher,
Another smokes pot and plays a mean bass.

[Chorus]

Rock On

Very Normal

This is a parody to Rocky Racoon that I did in 1987 when Dr. Kevorkian was first arrested and went on a hunger strike.

Dr. Kevorkian - 1987 Beatles Parody by Ron Snyder

Pick Up The Fight

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Independent artist making songs that rock.

I don’t know about you but I miss hearing songs that just rock.  A couple of guitars, bass, drums, vocals, and harmonies make such a powerful combination.  It’s this power and energy that I’m after in the songs I record.
I perform all parts on these recordings unless otherwise specified. I’m primarily a guitar player and never considered myself a singer but I started doing it to complete my songs and I may be finding a voice for myself.
I’m open to collaboration so reach out if you’d like to work on some tracks.  I don’t have any rap on my tracks, don’t listen to much rap, but I have a couple of incomplete songs I’m interested in brining some rap into.  So let me know if any of you rappers want to collaborate with a rocker.
Recording, mixing, mastering is just as much of a hobby as playing the music is.  If you’d like another ear on your mix or some mastering done, drop me a message.  I’m not looking for money for it, just the opportunity to practice my skills on other artists work, see what I can do, and help a fellow musician.
Finally, I’m looking to put together a band to see how my songs work live.  Reach out if you’re interested and in the RDU area.  Follow me on my social media links to get the latest updates on the journey and share some music and laughs.
Cheers!

Rock On

Eddie Sharp