Luck Runs Dry

This song is based on a "Pastime with Good Company", written by the king Henry VIII over 500 years ago. It comes from a short podcast episode exploring where the song comes from, what it meant originally, and why it still matters.

🎧 Full story & episode:
https://pod.link/1868331429/episode/YmViODRmZmMtZTRkNC00ZjQzLWFlMmQtNzJiM2QwMDY4ZTBi

📝 Written version:
https://songsfromthedead.substack.com/p/ep-6-pastime-with-good-company-when

New episodes weekly.

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Past time with good company
I love and shall until I die
Grudge who will, but none deny
So God be pleased, thus live will I

For my pastance
Joust, song, and wine
My heart is set
All lawful sport
To pass the time
Who hinders yet?

A king must keep some merriment
Or silence turns to blame
With cheers and games and spectacle
He keeps his doubts unnamed

For idleness
Wears velvet robes
And crowns itself
Who dares to claim
That work and want
Outshine its wealth?

Good company speaks earnestly
Around a loaded board
They praise restraint and virtue loud
While taking more than scored

The best seem right
The worst seem small
From where we stand
Choose virtue when
It costs us nothing
To command

The crown comes off
the chair remains
The habit stays in place
No throne is needed 
to look away
When comfort sets the pace

Now every screen’s a tournament
Each voice a lordly tone
They kill the hours, call it taste
And name the boredom "grown"

For idleness
Still finds its friends
In borrowed ease
We sing, we play
We pass the cost
To those we never see

King's Pastime (Story & History in Description)

All music written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Tobias Wolf @ Wolf's Den Studios.

Our Names

would you love me forever? or until I lose my mind..

until I lose my mind

ALFONSO LLORENTE SARDI: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS, DRUMS, SYNTHS & STRINGS

GLOW YOUR LIGHT

Wasn´t born with a silver spoon
Wasn´t loved and didn´t get fooled
My dreams are my ship
For my trip on this world
Cutting waves of indifference
Hoping love will unzip

Don´t try to fly and get high
‘cause all you´ll learn is how to sigh
There´s no fun forgetting who you are
What´s the purpose of turning dum
Don´t cast aside your dreams
As you smile in vain

You´ve been crying while others smile
Watching as you kill your dreams
But the wrath of love succeeds
And your ship will cut the waves 
Of their hatred
As you sail to the port of joy

It´s your turn to smile now
Your wisdom will show you how
Don´t be shy and glow your light
Only then you´ll be right
And you´ll be ready to fight
To fight. To fight, to fight

Wasn´t born with the silver spoon
Wasn´t love and didn´t feel doomed
Don´t be shy and glow your light
Only then you´ll be right!


GLOW YOUR LIGHT

Pulse
The Passenger Seats — Recorded Sheffield, 2023

Dave Taylor — vocals, guitar
Eli Marsh — guitar
Dean Voss — bass
Jack Oakes — drums
—

Dave disappeared in late 2023.
Nobody knows where he went.
Released by Eli Marsh, 2026.

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Pulse counts nowt, just the gap between
Staring  at the white noise till the eyes go clean
Swallowed summat hollow, spat out the bone
Lifted a glass to what we should've known
Skin's gone translucent in the blue of the screen
We paid for the numbness but we want the sting

Summat's slipped through the fingers again
Can't tell if it's the signal or the pain

Metal mouth pressed to a live wire's edge
Chasing the ignition on a crumbling ledge
The maze is made of glass, the thread is made of air
We're holding onto the living but there's no one there
No, there's no one there


Summat's whispering through a hollowed-out wall
A thousand open roads and that  can't walk at all
Rinse the sacred off that', let the barcode dry
nothing but a shape in the glow passing  by
Sold the blood for the signal, traded right and bone
We've got everything we wanted, lad, and nothing to show

Summat's slipped through the fingers again
Can't tell if it's the signal or the pain

Metal mouth pressed to a live wire's edge
Chasing the ignition on a crumbling ledge
The maze is made of glass, the thread is made of air 
We're holding onto the living but there's no one there
No, there's no one there

Summat's not transmitting right.
That’s either a person or a pattern,that knows.
Can't find the pulse.
Just the delay between one thing and the next.
The line's open.
The room's been empty for a while now.

Metal mouth pressed to a live wire's edge
Chasing the ignition on a crumbling ledge
The maze is made of glass, the thread is made of air.
We're holding onto the livingbut there's no one there

Just a shape in the static...
Let the signal go...
Nothing left on the line.

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#AlternativeRock #IndieRock #BritishIndie #Sheffield

Pulse

Music by Thor .
Lyrics. Tove Klausen
•Sofie Stone – Lead vocals
• Rene Hald – Lead guitar
• Thor Mougaard– Bass guitar/Guitars/Drums
Backing vocal/programing


Mix/master Mougaard Studio

Ohh Cutie

I Won't Give up

Losing It

Another current events banger interlaced with tech industry jokes.  My 82nd vocal track.  Someone will have to correct me that a Grand Slam that -does- have ham, is only the Lumberjack Slam lol.

Lyrics:

Disney afantasia,
And it's just Mickey
Sitting alone,
Unable to imagine anything.

My kaizen mentor messaged:
"Can you hop on a quick call?"
"Can you hop off a quick bridge?"
And his head had a thick ridge,
As if this explained it all.

I lament the loss of what was before.
We can't even have
Cultured communist tech lords anymore.

And when the video on my phone
Stopped buffering,
The secretary of war
Confirmed samsara would be nirvana
If not for all the suffering.

And I was thinking—
A posit of possible wisdom—
As I was global positioning
Their snack bus,
That maybe Antifa
Just believes in the power
Of nominative determinism
Far more than the rest of us.

What would bring
The most entertaining outcome
Was that the cheerleaders
On the conflict diamond squad—
Who were otherwise wholesome—
Took their boyfriends
To the jeweler at the mall
And put their beaus in shock
By saying that they wanted
Whichever rock
Caused the most suffering.

On the street in New York,
As I was passing through
To the subway station,
I asked if they replaced
The little girl who hated money
With the brass lobster.
And they said,
"No, she merely underwent carcinization,
As all things do."

I thought,
"Daddy needs a new pair of shoes,"
And then was humbled by the piece
In transformer news:
Is the cure to male loneliness
Making the Kessel run
Through the Strait of Hormuz?
Things are gettin' weird, hoss.

Regarding carrots and sticks,
My homie greeted me with
"Get my account back, you boss,
Using your political tricks."
Look out, boys—
We got NGOs 2.0
Before GTA 6."You look a little
Under the weather.
Don't let the bad gas issue get to ya.

"Our girl in black leather
Was looking for a certain kind of guy,
Like Lady Bensozia
Looking for her Amodai.

"I must say," said
This ravishing trendsetter
As she shifted her brassard,
"I have to be on the level:
Well-fed devils behave better
Than famished saints."
And one of my principal complaints
Was that the golden fetters
Were chafing pretty hard.

Whoever called it effective altruism
And not crazy rich Bayesians
Had lost their rhythm
And the support of a bunch of Asians.

She went on to remind me from her
Cheeseburger squalor:
"Because they aren't Bayesians.
It's stolen valor."

She munched it slow to savor it
And said,
"Tech Bro Decides
Is my personal favorite."

And she asked,
"Is this the new FTX, Sam?
Don't you know your Sam?
Sometimes a new Sam
Is worse than the old Sam,
And a grand slam
Has quite a lot of ham.
This is turning out to be
A pretty good jam."

Now don't be hasty,
But pivoting from Bankman-Fried to Altman
Is sure to be mighty tasty
And get us a better screed.

Macro Fintech DevOps At The IHOP

Ron Snyder - FILL ME UP (original instrumental song)

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I Won't Give up

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