Joy, Rumbling Bass and Beats with frenetic rhythms and jazz inspired melodies.

Pork Pie

No Valentine 

Key of A | 4:4 | 112-120 BPM | Train Shuffle 

This one is a fictional story of a boy who lost his Dad, older now but still a kid, reflecting on his loss, just old enough to barely remember him, too young to have made enough memories to hold on to, and whose Momma is so heart-broken, she is unable to move past her own sorrow, to be there for the boy, to start a new life.  Desensitized, lost, and full of grief, his father’s memory is fading, making the pain of loss, and his desire to be loved even greater.  The irony is in Momma’s song, how the boy is drawing parallels to his pain while she sings of hers, and they’re so lost they can’t find each other.   

 

Intro 8 Measures 

Verse 1: 8 Measures 

Daddy found dirt when I was 3, [uh huh] 

He didn’t leave much Momma and me [uh huh] 

The rooster crowed and sang his song 

The sun came up and he was gone [uh huh] 

 

Verse 2: 8 Measures (Vocals change on second and fourth verse) 

I climb the oak tree out behind the chicken pen 

To think about my Daddy and what could’ve been. 

It’s getting hard to find memories, no baseball games, or catch for me [uh huh] 

 

Pre-Chorus:  8 Measures 

I wish this hurt would go away but the pains still fresh and here to stay [uh huh] 

 

Chorus: 8 Measures 

(A) Fill me up with Gasoline, (D) it lights the rag when Momma sings 

(G) No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, (A) No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines 

Bridge/Solo?????   

 

Verse 3: 

I walk the train tracks to the sea [uh huh] 

Swear every whistle’s meant for me [uh huh] 

My Daddy’s ashes in a can and I feel like I burned with him [uh huh] 

 

Verse 4: 

Every step one closer to the morning light. 

Every day one closer to the next goodbye 

Nothing left, no memories, no birthday presents, or Christmas tree.  

 ../ 

Pre-Chorus/  

No, I can’t see nothing now but the blood red sun glow through closed eyes. [uh huh 

 

Chorus 

Fill me up with Gasoline, it lights the rag when Momma sings 

No chocolate, wine, just tears for me, No Valentines 

Nothing left but rusty dreams, I burn till sleep while Momma sings 

No kisses, hugs, or man to love, No Valentines

No Valentines

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

The right day

The Right Day

Biggie George Ft LemoGang, Liedz - Ma Niggah

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all wah-wah, distorted lead & wind rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, keys & vocals
Production by E.H.T Studio
Thank you for listening!

Let Me In,, You Infested Curse

A big bawdy beat sets off this tale of modern courtship between this reluctant man and this all-in female. The song is a tour de force from the heavy bass/harmonica riff, gigantic vocal stacks  of lead singer Bob Dannewitz to the haunting slide guitar work of guitarist Hank Rusch. It's that great song you want to hear over and over.

Desiree

She's Got My Number

This is a very enjoyable collaboration with south african singer songwriter Mike Hill, I hope you all will enjoy this.

Credits:
@mikehillravenscall: vocals, lyrics and acoustic guitar
@nobsmeyer: electric guitar, bass, drum production, mix and mastering.

Starting Again

Apple Music

Starting Again - feat. Mike Hill

Have you seen and felt the quiet desperation? It’s everywhere and it doesn’t have to be. 

Lyrics:
Walking past a dead end street
See you there and our eyes meet
Hallowed out, I see your defeat
You’ve been running hard chasing wind
Got lost searching ‘round the bend
Now you’re wondering’ how’s it gonna end?

‘Cause life’s a mess
And it feels meaningless

(Chorus)
What if you 
Ran towards the one you love
What if you
Chased the dreams that your made of
What if your
Soul didn’t blow away when
The hurricane came?
Would you still feel the same?
Would you still walk that way?

Round and round and round
To the ground

Reckless passion didn’t win
Blind ambition left you thin
You’re on the brink. Can you start again?
Out of joy. Shy on hope
Cashed them in as a way to cope
You know your debt. Can you pay that note?

Yeah, life’s a mess
But it’s not meaningless

(Chorus)

Round and round and round
Down to the ground
Round and round and round
‘Til the angels sound
Round and round and round
What’s lost can be found
Turn around

Round And Round

Pennies

A rocking song about Life being a state of mind rather than an artificial reality presented to us.  Take my chair because I wont stay in this state of mind for long.

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