The Day Afters

A genre-defying track blending retro rock charm with disco dance energy. Channeling the infectious spirit and influences of bands like Deep Purple, The Stone Roses, and Jamiroquai - Red Light explores themes of love, trust, doubt, and what lies beyond the masks we wear.

Something More - EP

Red Light

The future’s so bright shades aren’t going to help.

Tomorrow Will Be Fine

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Down The Erie Rhodes

Compromise

J'ai caressé l'espoir de te revoir un de ces soirs
Mais des fois c'est bizarre comme la vie nous sépare
J'étais comme un enfant qui se croit bien plus grand et se casse les dents
Alors il se ment dans ses sentiments

J'ai cherché tout' la nuit ces morceaux de ma vie tombés au fond du puits
Retrouver me esprits et ce que je suis
Je reprends le combat pour la dernière fois c'est sans issue pour moi
Une partie de moi s'envole avec toi

Comment faire pour aimer après toi comment se pardonner tout à la fois
Comment vivre l'enfer de ces journées sans toi
Comment faire après toi comment faire
Quand y'a plus rien à croire
Personne à décevoir
On reste là sans rien faire
Après toi

Et puis ce matin vide ce visage livide contre un mur invisible
Devenir insensible accepter l'impossible
Rien ne te remplace et sans laisser de trace toute une vie s'efface
Plus rien à la surface

Je n'ai rien retrouvé de la réalité le mur s'est écroulé
J'ai passé des années à croire que tu m'aimais
Des années d'insouciance comme une vrai romance
Et quand vient l'évidence la douleur est intense

Comment faire pour aimer après toi comment se pardonner tout à la fois
Comment vivre l'enfer de ces journées sans toi
Comment faire après toi comment faire
Quand y'a plus rien à croire
Personne à décevoir
On reste là sans rien faire
Après toi

APRES TOI

Ho. Ho. Ho.
Here's a sequel to last year's xmas magnum opus, 'Santa Got Wankered', cunningly named 'Santa got Wankered pt.2'

Hope everyone has a wonderful *(insert religious/atheist/spiritual/animistic/whatever festival of choice)*

See you in 2025 :)

Santa got Wankered pt.II

A complete re-recording in the key played live. It was one of those recordings that sounded really messy. Dropping the fader on the acoustic guitar I'd started the whole thing off with revealed a different direction highlighting case and drums. It's about females who stand up for the community against arrogance and male chauvinism and I see them in my work environment - this song is about them..

Miss Rocket Launcher

Hey hey you this Joan of Arc - Miss Rocket Launcher
Love you sending into space – those flying saucers
Your eyes they dart and sense corrosion
You’re leaning forward in silky motion
You know who is fit to govern
For those who aren’t they get concussion
Your elbows dent the seats of power
Your rocket roars it’s getting louder

Hey hey you Sister of Mercy – Miss Rocket Launcher
Love it that they’re on your mind – the poor and poorer
When you sense their exploitation
Your voice it cracks and lips are brazen
I’d hate to be your target right then
A volley gone to crack their heads
We’re hungry like Cohen’s Partisan
We’ll force ‘em to the stones and hear the doors slam 

Room dust scatters as your strident voice rises
Tables go silent as you render the kaisers

Hey hey you this Mother Theresa – Miss Rocket Launcher
Can feel the warmth inside of you – and getting warmer
When they wallow in their greed
You let one go and make em all flee
I’m feeling for the hem of your gown
The reverent touch the best to be found
I know that you will win in the end
And sharing it with you – what a send

Ms Rocket Launcher

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

There is anger in our world
We hold back because we care
for each other
We are Christians
There is a God above us
Don't you understand
He's the judge of everyone
so try not to raise a hand
There is fire in our souls and love in our hearts
stay strong in what you believe 
be who you are
We are Christians
Peace is beautiful...

We are Christians

a  demo of a song that visited me earlier today.........cheers for having a listen


What Goes On 


sometimes it feels like I'm going round in circles again
and when the train stops moving, will i get there in the end
sometimes it feels like I'm the only one who knows
and the look on your face it shows, disappointment again
it's just what goes on in my head

trying to hold back the anger the sadness and tears
it's a comfort sometimes they been holding my hand now for years
laugh without smiling when you need to fit in with the crowd
get out when its getting to loud, eyes on the exit instead
it's just what goes on in my head

life's better than nothing when nothing is all that you got
some shelter from the storm, it's not to much to ask is it not
have i turned away, from a neighbour in need
who committed some terrible deed, cos of something i said
the things that go on in my head

What Goes On

"John Denver was born Henry John Deutschendorf Junior at Roswell, New Mexico, the son of an air force pilot. As such, he led a peripatetic life from an early age, but would say later that for him, moving to Colorado was like coming home. He and his first wife Annie - the love of his life - bought some land at Starwood in Aspen
The Denver's moved to Starwood at Christmas 1970, at which time the area had been developed only minimally. They built a five bedroom eco-friendly house and a guest house on the 7.6 acre plot. This mushy, sentimental composition is John Denver's coming home song.
After his tragic death in a plane crash in October 1997, fans wanted to convert the Starwood property into a museum, but it was put on the market and sold for $3.68 million. "                   Songfacts

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Image: Sergey Guk 

Starwood in Aspen-John Denver (Cover)

Recording sessions from 04/01/2025 - 27/01/2025.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite,
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
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AMBIENT_23

This is a track from my album BOOTY FROM DUMMYLAND, a speckled collection of moody stuff - sometimes just musical sketches, demos, or spontaneous improvisations, sometimes more elaborated pieces.

Nightlife Undercover

Good Vibe$

New song written by David Cooper and Ralph Donkin.

Performed by David Cooper.

Lyrics by Ralph Donkin

Your face is familiar
That's what she said
But your name just escapes me
Gone right out of my head
I'm thinking back
To when we were young
Just give me a minute 
It's on the tip of my tongue

It was clear in my mind
Why she got so upset
So clear that's the problem
My one big regret
I knew that she loved me
With feelings intense
But I couldn't stay with her
The fall out immense

SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET
THEY WON'T LET ME REST
MEMORIES THAT HAUNT ME
MEMORIES, MEMORIES UNBLESSED

Bridge

Solo

I wouldn't admit it
Even though I was wrong
I've lived with that feeling 
Of guilt for so long
Whatever the reason
It was not meant to be
But I've never forgotten 
What she meant to me

Chorus x 2

End

Skeletons in the closet (Cooper/Donkin Collaboration)

SHE'S A ROSE THAT DIES (SLOWLY I RISE)

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Fairyport Convent is a Polish psychedelic space rock band formed in Darłówko in 2021. The band is known for its unique blend of psychedelic rock, space rock, and garage rock, influenced by bands such as Hawkwind, Pink Floyd, and The Stooges. The band's lyrics often explore themes of spirituality, mysticism, and the occult.

Signed to The Swamp Records.

Logo by Justin Jackley.

Compromise

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