All music/lyrics by Dred Fouglas.


Lyrics:

Reach down beneath your boots
Yank me out by the root
I’m a dried-up nothing, shriveling in the sun
The ground is sour where I come from

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
However high they grow, you know I’ll be gone then
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Dirty mouth, bellyful of mud
Maggots squirm in every word that I’ve sung
Some are born to rot, guaranteed
I only know how to sow bad seeds

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Forever high they’ll grow in a space no one will tend
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

In a bed of dirt baking ‘neath the sun
Death’s breath on my neck, I no longer run

Buried all my sins deep in the garden
Remember why they grow and where it all began
In sackcloth and ashes 
Imprisoned with my passions
As vultures of my past come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open
Come rip my soul open

Deep In The Garden

I dabble with the gross and obscene
I'm hidden and I'm rarely seen for what I am
I wrote a story so unclean
There was nothing I really mean
Oh no I'm self-destruct

CHORUS
Cuz I'm a dickhead
Well that's what she said
She said or maybe thought?
Like my rapport
I'm not always that self-aware
Cuz I'm a dickhead
Well that's what she said
She said or maybe thought?
Its made me fraught
There's something there!
Well I need fresh air!

I'm barely conscious and don't detect
When my brain is clearly disconnected (duh duh duh)
I take my troubles and deflect
I could not bare what I could wreck
On no I'm self-destruct

CHORUS

I’m a Dickhead

Some songs take something special to bring them to life and in this case it is the Amazing voice of Finn Eces. Finn has a quality to his voice which is able to release the magic from a song and really express the message of the song in the Vocal with passion and beauty, very happy to have this collaboration with him. 

this song has been bugging me for months trying to get it to realize its potential and to get the feeling out of the song, i have already released  it under of the name of " Searching for your love" but i was never 100% Happy with it I hope all my SoundCloud friend agree that this is now a really Beautiful song. Finn can be found @finn_eces 

Written By : Johnny Mc Farlane 
Guitars: Johnny
Bass and Drums :Finn Eces 
Vocals  : Finn Eces 
Arrangement and Mastering : Finn Eces 

I hope you enjoy this song as much as i do .

Because Our Love Is Real : Featuring Finn Eces

My Dad, 
Ronald Gennery (Ronnie Babes)
who passed away 29th December 2020
Photo of Mum and Dad on Brighton beach sometime in the 50's

Thank you pops for.......

Buying me, for a combined 13th birthday and Christmas present,
a drum kit. Little did we know, the magical music world that it would open up. A wonderful place that still excites and feeds my creative needs to this very day. Gives me reason and a purpose and never lets me down.
Gifting me, for my 16th birthday, my first guitar, because I wanted to write songs.
Letting me bang around on the expensive piano that stood in the hallway of our family home, because I needed to write "Piano" songs.
Taking my band of school mates all over London for gigs. Being our driver, chief roadie and head of security.
Always being interested in everything that I do, especially my music, right until your last breath.
And most important, for making, then shaping me to be the man that I am today.

The Sea:

The sea's all I need, shuffle and hide,
go figure with the tide.
The sea's where I needed to be.
The morning my father died, caught a chill deep inside,
but not from the breeze.
Sniffle and sigh, quake through my knees,
one step at a time.

The sea's where I needed, to be,
to work out how I feel, shift thing's about.
Brain overkill, which way to go,
shall I follow, the same path as I always do.
You, you won't be here, when I return.
You, you won't be here.....ever again.
I won't see you, ever again.

the sea

https://youtu.be/x_ObOaS1R4c

The chords came about while improvising on my Hagstrom HJ800 guitar. The lyrics were inspired by watching watching a VPRO TV series of three Belgian travellers (Arnout Hauben, Philippe Niclaes, Ruben Callens ) walking around the North Sea.
https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rond_de_Noordzee 

All comments welcome, on the lyrics, instrumentation, mix 

Hornsea

Em     Bm       F#m
Let’s go round the North sea
   Am          G         C
To see how far we can go
B                    A               D
Through fog and rain on windswept cliffs
   D      E
Wherever the storm wind blows.

Chorus
 Em
Came upon the Hornsea
Where the coast was sinking fast
The future of the living here
Is written in the past

Navigate the sand dunes
beware of tidal floods
Keep your compass ready
when passing through the mud,

Like a tumble weed on a prairie
Or driftwood on the sea
Walk on the coastal trails
In the land without trees

Beyond our own shores
There’s a water world we don’t know
From shallows to trenches
To watch the blue wave glow.

Chorus

Came upon the Hornsea
Dolphins showed me the way
Sailing out of the harbour
as the night turned to day.

ISRC NL-1BH -21-00007

Hornsea

A simple country-folk ballad that tells the story of two people separated and trying to make it through their respective lives, on opposite sides of a mountain (figuratively). They're destined to work their way through each day until they can finally meet at the top. Together again.

Music & lyrics written and performed by Daniels & Durgy 
with Sam Norris on dobro

Nat Daniels: vocals, guitar, piano & bass
Craig Durgy: vocals
Sam Norris: dobro (https://www.fiverr.com/samnorris21)
Available on Bandcamp:  https://danielsdurgy.bandcamp.com/track/the-mountain

Lyrics:
My side of the mountain
I’m trying to get over the top
I know you’re somewhere, on the other side there
And darling I’m not gonna stop

On my side of the mountain
There’s sunshine, tempest and rain
Each day as I climb, sort of biding my time, 
I imagine you doing the same

And I know that the mountain may win
That I’ll never be with you again
But another sunrise, shines just like your eyes
And I keep climbing best that I can

On your side of the mountain
You might think I don’t understand
When you see the sun, I’ve got rain pouring down
But we know that it’s all in God’s hands

We, both see, our horizon
The path that we follow is true 
Like a bird on a fence, wishing for the right winds, 
Feeling grounded, I’m searching for you

Oh the mountain, seems endless, to bear,
There’s a chance that, I’ll never, get there,
But another sunrise, shines just like your eyes
And I’ll keep climbing, best that I can

The Mountain

this is a journey into the heart of the sun and back again. 
this is a bed where golden bears are guardians for the sleepless.
this was a day when all light was lost.
this is being held hostage by an army of very clever girls, dressed in black and red and blue.
this is for the love of pachyderms, like me and you.

Just Schmalf

Voz: Leo Andina @leonardo-andina
Bajo : Rodolfo Planes @rplanes
Guitarras, Coro y Producción : Pichy Sotomayor

Original song ©2014 Pichy Sotomayor
Reversion: 2020

Una Buena Señal

Una Buena Señal (Andina / Planes / Sotomayor)

Suprise song "out of the blue" as I struggled to record "windscreen."  I'd been so looking forward to the 2016 eclipse, I'd read a s#!t-ton of internets stuff and watched a lifetime worth of documentaries.  Planet was burning. Germinating idea was that Eb chord from the chorus of Jeff Buckley's "Grace.."💙  And I think I remember something about magnetars, supernovae and black holes.  Wormholes or something?  Time warp?  I dunno. No tellin'.  It sat and aged for a long time. Anyway. =j

off the windscreen

timestar

Timestar - splat - off the windscreen

Five hundred days 
Of running in this maze
And spinning like a pin wheel
The light is bending
Watching summer ending it's
Kinda surreal

Still drinking french wine
Out in the sunshine
Maybe make a bonfire
We’ll burn the boats that
Circle in the moats
In this castle where we retire

Don’t look at me
I promised nothing
And what are promises after all 

A thousand days 
Of running in a maze
With a razor thin result
You got your success
Though we were reckless
After all it is a cult

Don’t look at me
I promised nothing
Deliver something right
No, don’t look at me uh
I only work here
Every day and night

Yeah

You’re occupiers
Of radios and wires
Alive from the shoulders up
Picture in picture
Rocks and a mixer and
Gin in a sippy cup 

Umm a sabbatical
Of a former radical
A queen of the shared screen
Why don’t you lay on grease
And make it a release from these
Broken machines

Don’t look at me
I promised nothing
Deliver something right
No, don’t look at me ah
I only work here
Every day and night

Stubbornly Elsewhere

Listen on Spotify

Donlookame

Another bluesy tune...

Someday somebody’s gone get wise to you
They gone see right through all the things you do
Someday somebody’s gone realize it’s true
Open up your eyes of blue, show your worth to you

What makes somebody want to shut it down, build a wall all around you
And it’s going nowhere, but there’s someone, my dear
Who can see that a light surrounds you
One day you’re find out who...

We all have songs in the past we’ve sung
That can’t be undone, so you move along
Don’t get hung up on mistakes you own
We have surely grown and we’re not alone

If I could find a way to tear it down, take a look around inside you
But I’m outside looking in, and I don’t know where I’ve been
And I can’t give you this love that’s denied you
But somebody’s gonna make your make your dreams come true…

Give you all that you need, give you love, give you peace,
Give you life, help you breathe, give you pride, give you dreams,
Give you hope through it all, help you tear down the wall,
And you know this much is true, that somebody’s you!

It's You

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, writing short stories, smoking his pipe and continuing to weave depressive sounds in his dank and dismal garage.