Name: Beautiful Losers by voodoo rays
Duration: 3 min 20 s
Description: recorded live at the Ray's studio in Battersea, Pink Usagi

You can sit wherever you like, but
Don't distract the autopilot
For your safety and mine
Please be orderly behind the line

The future's bright
And the past is dead
Put your trust in the power of rust
At least I think that's what he said

Please can I politely advise you
To do whatever the autopilot says
Please relax and enjoy the ride
As we plummet to our fiery deaths
We could try to fight or run but
I guess it all depends
If you value your freedom or comfort more
It's all the same in the end

The future's written
And the past is gone
For your safety and convenience
The camera is always on

Invest your every movement with meaning
That's the only way we'll beat them
Are you certain who you're talking to?
Are you certain that you've thought this through?

The past is yours but the future's dead (repeat)
Ah I think that's what he said

Don't distract the autopilot

You can sit wherever you like, but
Don't distract the autopilot
Or he might bring your vehicle
To a sudden stop

Don't Distract the Autopilot

The new album 'Life Line' is themed upon my life experiences

Life Line

02 Learning To Play

This is my single submission for the 2023 Album Writing Club.

Here is the complete playlist of the entries: on.soundcloud.com/GLd3t

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Dark horse, came from nothin’
Disregards whatever makes his life complete
Black sheep, started runnin’
Traveled far, searchin’ for something to beat
Black eye, hindered vision
Head aloft, forcing us to understand
Boxed ears, you never listen
Shouting off whoever wants to lend a hand

What a struggle when you’re always right
How difficult that seems
If only all of us would see the light
We could start building your dreams

Reelin’ mad, so pathetic
Debate is trash when winning is the only goal
Feelin’ bad, sympathetic
Watching as you spiral down a rabbit hole
Honor bound, keep on talkin’
Right or not, you’re acting like a total douche
Turn around, just start walkin’
Haven’t got the energy to deal with you

Can just imagine all the bridges burning and fences you’ve built up
Walls and chambers, battlements as you refuse the drawbridge lowered

Fair play that fateful Tuesday
Shot a dove and pushed away an olive branch
His way or the highway
Makes a peace sign with his fist and calls it righteousness
Can’t miss the looks and comments
I’ve been catchin’ all the salty vibes you’re sendin’ me
If this is how he treats us
Just imagine what he visits on his enemies

All the demons and the feral winds that you loose upon your home
Can maybe chalk it up to arrogance as to why you die alone

Scenes From an Empty Stage

Fences

Man is a song I do with my band Ruby Dawn. This is a take of the song but more like in an experimental sampling way. I've only used the line Man Where's Your Heart and followed a totally different structure mood and emotionality.  I really love experimenting with wordless vocals, or mixing some words in with no language based melodic lines. This way the music remains universal, and I can express an emotion without articulating it in any language.  Man is made of mostly harmonic voices and instrumentation. 

All parts recorded performed played and mixed by Carola Baer

Written, performed and produced by Ian Allison.

From the Marzihu EP 'Four Minute Warning' – a snapshot of the lives of four people at the moment of the Four MInute Warning. 'Sysiphus' is the story of a woman whose relationship is ending due to relentless, monotonous, unsupported, thankless domesticity. Told in the style of HP Lovecraft/Geezer Butler… Lyrics:

Have you… ever been to a dark place?
A place of promises and lies?
She sits, all alone with the vaccuum,
It’s where her hopelessness resides.
Her dreams feel like ashes in the morning,
She dusts the dust, to earth it must return.
She waits for an absent invitation,
Ignores the place… where fires used to burn.

Now even Sysiphus must die!

Sysiphus

This song is about introspection, facing your fears while using the wilderness and moon as a backdrop.

Sing To The Moon Draft - Chenél No.1

Don't Shine Your Light On Me

The single from the EP IV...ready for the #AlbumWritingClub Challenge. Let's hope that this song does have the right effect on you...not a Placebo Effect!

Tell your false acquaintance I won’t be ignored
I’ll sell it to the tabloids and I’ll shock the under-awed
Staying well ahead because I’m dedicated
Feeling pretty good because I’m medicated

Can’t tell just what it is that you’ve been giving me
Sugar coated capsules, have you no integrity?
We’re undercover agents of the corporation
Thank you very much for your cooperation

I’ve got nothing but an altered ego
You’re nothing
Placebo

Don’t know how on earth this stuff is helping me
I can’t think straight, my mind has left a hole, a vacancy
This is no calling nor a life vocation
My body’s not valid for appropriation

Give it to me, let me feel the power come
It’s having no effect, what the hell is going wrong?
I’ve taken what you’ve got, but I’m so deflated
The stuff you gave to me is so overrated

I’ve got nothing but an altered ego
You’re nothing
Placebo

Red white pink light blue an anomaly
Staring at the pills you're putting right in front of me
Don't have to claim to be an intellectual
Taking a placebo is completely ineffectual

I wanna shout “Just flush it out, whatever’s running through me”
You can’t explain what’s in my brain or what it’s doing to me
No knowing what they get away with
No knowing what you’re gonna pay with
Meditation, medication, lead us not into temptation

I’ve got nothing but an altered ego
You’re nothing
Placebo
I’ve got nothing but an altered ego
You’re nothing
Placebo

Placebo Effect

Just Mad

Slinking down back through the alleyway
Hiding his face from the light of the day
Up to no good, or so the rumors go
Better watch your back ‘cause you never know
When he’ll be around 
When he’s out on the prowl
Get yourself back in the house now

A temper that’s fowl, a demeanor to match
Kerosene eyes, that ignite with a scratch
Dressed all in black he is one with the night
Looking for trouble, he’s ready to fight
He’s not one to cross
For he doesn’t forgive
With a baleful glare that cuts like a shiv

Little fluffy
When did he go bad?
He used to be cuddly
But now he’s just mad
Our sweet little angel
Fallen from grace
There’s no love in his heart
He’ll hiss in your face

With whiskers aquiver he creeps through the night
If his pink nose is twitching you’d better take flight
Don’t dare let him catch you when he’s making his rounds
He’ll sneak up behind you with nary a sound
He’ll leap on your back
And dig in his claws
He’d give Satan a moment to pause

Little fluffy
When did he go bad?
He used to be cuddly
But now he’s just mad
Our sweet little angel
Fallen from grace
There’s no love in his heart
He’ll hiss in your face

Little fluffy
When did he go bad?
He used to be cuddly
But now he’s just mad
Our sweet little angel
Fallen from grace
There’s no love in his heart
He’ll hiss in your face

Just Mad

Collide

recorded live at the Ray's studio in Battersea, Pink Usagi

Beautiful Losers

A fiercely independent band from London. 
voodoo rays is graham hadley, angelo campagna, andy symes and francis elliott

Beautiful Losers

voodoo rays

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