Gr8 instrumentation, cool atmosphere throughout.... 🤘✌️👊

Nice and smooth guitar, very cool solo guitar! Keep it up guys!

Great Blues. I like the in Crescendo tone of the song. When the solo guitar enters it sounds incredible

Gracie - Robert Grigg & Combstead

A collab I did a while back with #blabbud @dr_snave from Dr.Sound.... watch for it to be released on my upcoming album..."A Collection of Collabs....Me and My #blabbuds"... tentative release date.... July 19th...ENJOY!!!!... and look forward to the release of the album... in the meantime....#LKTRAR...✌🤘👊🤘✌

Return of the Rat... Nirvana/ theWipers #inspiredcover (w/ @dr_snave)

Tired of writing lyrics, we used the text of a well known The Verve song for this one.

Lyrics by Richard Ashcroft (1997)
Music by Interpret Unbekannt (2023)

No Change (Reimagination of a The Verve Song)

Toad's Improv

The Fire Within

United

YOUTUBE

A remaster of the original from 2021.

Bruised knees from games you've been playing and tall trees, things that you're saying. 
Oh, ravens call over the fields of your home. 
You got cold feet, life seems so risky and
hard seats, next to the fishing line, waiting
but you can never go home.

Green feilds, sunshine and windy, 
ah! dealing, brown bears and footy.
A nettle patch over the tumble down wall.
You got cold meat; it's all so easy and
warm blood; noses are dripping.
Fighting, but you can never go home.

Warm skin brown from the beach. 
Tastes right but such a bitch.
Bird in flight calling out to the Moor.
You got nice things, never enough for you.
Mood rings, always on green and you
wanted more than I could ever give.

Roast beef; cash on delivery.
Small mind; fanciest livery.
The candle burns same for us one and all.
You got gold teeth, rolls ups and whiskey. 
Underneath always the victim.
Small boy trapped in an older man's heart.

Warm skin, under the covers.
Entwined, legs with other.
A happy home, fleeting though it may be.
You got all things, you ever wanted and
no rings to hold you back from your feelings.
Shame you can never go home.

No sin, warmth of the living room.
Fire roars, outside the dark and gloom.
Eating into the peace in your heart.
You've blocked everything you ever need in this small space in your own head.
             There's no leaving.
Shame you can never go back to the place where we came and went.
Away from all you were back then.
Shame you can never go home.

Standing at the mirror.
With your hands upon the sink.
Behind your eyes are empty.
And your brain contains nothing. 
The paper towels are sodden balls.
There's piss all on the floor.
You're looking past the cocaine.
To the wide vale of before.
And you say 'oh', so this is it. 
The stars are just a memory that'll fade.
And you say 'oh', so that was that.
And stumble from the rusting starting gate.

Must be more.
There must be more to life than this. 
Must be more.
There must be more to life than this.
Staring up at space.
Watching the world rotate.
The axis going round. 
Your feet stuck on the ground. 

Fell into the dried out pond.
The gash deep in your leg.
Your actions speak of Hubris.
But by day you have to beg.
The river flowing inland.
Is a mudtrap for your soul.
Get less than your rent is.
From the dickheads at the dole. 
And you say 'oh' so this is it.
Nothing really matters anyway.
And you say 'oh' so that was that.
The women come and then they go away.

Who remembers everything that has been and left?
Who remembers staring up at giant planes flying in the sky?
Who remembers everything? tomorrows all that's left.
Who remembers staring up at orion the very first time?

You're my Avalon, my golden morning; nothing wrong.
The month of May, a shell you find by the shore.
You've got all things that swim in that head of yours.
Like minded friends, so you're never bored.
Do what you need to find your way home.

Slim chance, the touch of another.
There's three signs that you're in bother.
A wasted word shouting out for much more.
You're not kidding me with all this jokey shit. 
Last chance for you to do right by it.
First dance opposite sides of it,
Romance for the sheer hell of it,
Nightmare you can't get out of it.
No way for you to find your way home.

Warm skin lesson in entropy.
Would you come up to bed with me?
Darkest night howling out for the morn.
You've got no dreams of which it's worth speaking and small means to do your achieving. 
A lifetime wasted for nothing.
You're stupid, thought you were something? 
But, laughed at while you were wandering what you've got to do to find your way home.

Temps Perdu

Evil Spiritual Visions

15. Blue Midnight

words & music - David Gilmour, Anthony Moore

Lead / backing vocals: Deanna Finn

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand

Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known

Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite in a silent accord

Using words, you will find, are strange
Mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside

Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?

On The Turning Away (Pink Floyd Cover - A Cappella)

THE DEVIL MY HEAD

The Devil In My Head

Musica inspirada por y dedicada a Luis Alberto Spinetta.

Publicada como sencillo en 2022:
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/2dp0mPzGmp9GxjJFowNyg2?si=ed80cb3303674708

Rock instrumental, un tanto progresivo,
Compuesto y tocado por Daniel Diaz (guitarras, fender rhodes, bajo, bateria, synth

Partes 1 & 2 aqui:
https://soundcloud.com/pages/first_fans/daniel-diaz/spinetta-parte-1-parte-2


15. Blue Midnight

GJK

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