Haha. Wonderful. I love it. Great musical performance as well. :)

brilliant! so creative and unique. I once thumb wrestled Mr. T.

complete with botox "I cant feel my face" keys

Very catchy groove and love the progression of the keys. Morgan would be so f'n proud!

maaaaan. love your stories hahahah. i bet that be a fking awesome hollywood limousine ride hahaha

Lyrics:
Sitting outside, after work
In the 90's
I've got Pearl Jam on the Discman
And a Perry Farrell grandmother hat (*)
And then a car pulls up
And the window goes down
It's Morgan Fairchild, the actress
I swear I'm not making this up
She had been in the store where I worked
Earlier that day
She'd left her wallet behind
i set it aside
And I called her up
And now she wants to take me on a 
Black limousine Hollywood ride
A black limousine Hollywood ride

A black limousine Hollywood ride
A black limousine
We'll go real slow
So everyone  can see
Black limousine 

I politely declined
And then I went home and got drunk
And throw up

(*)Seriously, what was with Perry Farrell and those hats he wore in the 90's with the jewels and dangles. It always reminded me of my Grandmother's church hat)

Morgan Fairchild

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

Handsome

My profound thanks to Gaz and Andy for allowing me to tag along on their excellent track! What an aboslute pleasure to work with these two pro's.. !!!  
A great song written by Gaz, it tells the story of the recklessness we must grow out of, to finally become wise,  which only comes from bitter experience. 
Expertly produced and mixed by Noobly..   I give you .. the Conscience of Kings!

Copyright 2024 Conscience of Kings
Vocal copyright Nat Daniels / Gentle Rain Records
Mixed and produced by Andy "Noobly" Hall
Vocals: Gaz Brownie and Nat Daniels

Lyrics By Gaz Brownie:

You have a  affliction 
(to your addictions)
You have looked death in the eye
(Shed the  crocodile tear dry )
A life that’s been designed 
(You Crashed, burnt &  survived )
In the early hours 
(Thank god no roadside flowers )
You gambled on your life 
Took a massive risk that night 
Pushing against the rules
Thinking your invincible

This is to  the man  who’s a boy 
Who’s had everything x2
You are down  to the wire 
Running faster getting Higher

This is your father and your mother 
Dealing with you  like no other
Your in  danger of going to far
Especially that night in the car 
Something will give or happen 
So break the cycle of this  pattern
It’s time to grow up 
For the boy who’s  had everything

To The Man Who's A Boy - Conscience Of Kings With Nat Daniels

Off our forth-coming "grunge album." I wouldn't normally post a song until the album's been released.... but normally things are more normal.

Say something
It's your turn
Breathe
Where you have not breathed before
I'm here
I will receive you
I'm here
I will receive

Any time
Any thing
Any where
Any any any 
You know what I mean

Say something
It doesn't have to be bright
It's your turn
Or deep or anything much at all
Breathe
Take in something fresh
Where you have not breathed before
Learn some new lines
A different view

When you will
Be it deep or insignificant
I don't mind at all

Say something
It's your turn

Say Something

A day that wears a distant glow
something stirs the air and goes
and takes me from the humdrum ground
and leads me to the steps i've found

and while i'm waiting in the wings
i'm missing much of everything
and loosing touch with what i knew
i'm hanging on an old refrain
these ghostly winds that bear the shame
won't let me through

A torchlight to a distant glow
in a time and place that flowed
parading on an empty sound
all around

and to this fate in hope i cling
i'm missing much of everything
and loosing touch with what i knew
i'm hanging on this old terrain
the ghostly windows bear the shame
the morning dew

A distant glow

Cast of characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition and foundational rhythm guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–guitar solos choruses, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell –electric piano, synth, and intro composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez–Guitar solo in the verses
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass guitar
 
This song began with Artur composing the entire skeleton, and recording it against a mechanical beat. He presented it to Josh, who immediately shared it with The Eclectic Collective. Ken first replaced the metronomic beat with a real, rocking drum sound. Josh promptly added his fretless bass to it, to complete the rhythm section. Soon after, JJ added his electric piano magic, including a short solo, to the stew. Once the rhythmic framework was laid down, Stephen got to work on the choruses, coming up with solid, melodic lines for them. Then, it was Tez's turn to light up the verses with his monster guitar. When we had it mostly completed, Artur asked JJ if he'd do an intro to it. JJ came up with the whole psychedelic intro in response. 
  When it was finished, we asked Stephen if he would mix it for us, which he did with his typical mastery and attention to detail. We all really enjoy making music with Artur, and have been fans of and collaborators with him for almost a year now. If you like the sound of this song, you would do well to go check out his page, too, as he has a bunch of gems on there. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
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   This composition is dedicated to J.J., Josh, Ken, Stephen and Tez 😎 Thank you guys for your friendship, outstanding playing and creativity! 🌞🎸
     Artur

Tell me the Truth (w/ The Eclectic Collective)

We may not have traveled far and wide,  but Keith has a way of transporting us all over the world through his curious mind and love of history. So, why are we in Italy? Simply put, Keith loves Vespas ;)  Actually, he loves the idea of the band touring Italy on Vespas, funky hipster wheels and recording tunes as we go.  The "Sock Puppets" was a theme Keith developed as he created some videos depicting travels with the WAG puppets.
Vesari Corridor is one adventure from the Album Keith wanted to develop, found here: https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons
Join Keith, Kevin, and I as we travel around Italy, taking in some famous landmarks and enjoying a lot of Kevin's favourite red wines.

Lyrics:
Vasari Corridor

Da,da,da,da,dah…… Da,da,da,da,dah……(nonchalantly strolling along, minding own business:)
Down the corridor …of Vasari.

I found a secret place…somewhere safe for us to go
No prying eyes in this narrow space…a hidden alley that I know
Down the corridor…of Vasari

Da, da, dah, da, da, dah …he’s waiting.  
Da, da, dah, da, da, dah …he’s waiting

We are not allowed in here… (Do-do-do-do) If we’re careful, we’ll be fine
Avoid the blade, avoid the fear… (Do- do-do-do) and we will live till next time
Down the corridor…of Vasari

If there was a way to avoid this…hiding and subterfuge
(Down the corridor…of Vasari)
I found a secret place, somewhere safe for us to go…
(Down the corridor…down the corridor…of Vasari)
Somewhere safe for us to go…go…go…go…

(The chase commences…)

Stab him in the back…He’s never going back!
He’s Medici…He’s Medici   (repeats)

Wigmore: synths, production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Guitars, Bass
Gibbons: Lyrics, Vocals

Vesari Corridor (He's Medici)

Original by Jace Everett 2005

Vocals : Janne Hennie

Bad Things W/ Janne Hennie

From the time i was little child all i ever wanted to do was to play music. Morning , noon and night. When i get a song in my head i cant stop until i get it down somewhere and i know a lot of people just like me so i wrote this song for all of us Bards. Musical magicians, guardians of musical songs and old traditions. I hope you enjoy this one , it has taken me a long time to get it out and record it. 

We are musicians. 
We are The guardians of songs and old tradition 
We are the Bards , the musical magicians 
We are Musician. 
We are musicians. 

We are Musicians. 
We are not lawyers or Soldiers or politicians 
We are the sorcerers the musical magicians. 
We are Musicians.  

Chorus 
Music is all we want to play 
Form the dawning of the morning sun until the closing of the day 
Music is everything we are it’s our life our love our everything. 
We just want to dance and sing 
Music …. we just want to play Music. 
Music ……We just want to play music. 

We are musicians. 
We’re not Soldiers we’re not lawyers we’re not politicians. 
 We are the Bards we are the Musical Magicians 
We not Physicians, we’re just musicians. 

Music is all we want to play. 
Form the rising of the morning sun until the evening of the day. 
Music is everything we are it’s our life our love our everything. 
We just want to dance and sing. 
Music is everything we are. 
Its our life our soul our everything 
We just want to dance and sing. 


Written & Performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

We Are Musicians

Had a blast playing some guitar on a HoboCop track 
Thanks HoboCop!! 

https://on.soundcloud.com/mwQ78SU3UA2arFYE9

Monster

Written by Novelli/Ruffolo
Everything by HOBOCOP 

Lead guitars by RENTT 

Ash to ash
Dust to Dust
Here we go again
I pray to god but I swear
I don't think his listening
I fear the man in the mirror
worse than the Boogie Man!!
I held my mothers rosary inside my hand
Baby if you really know who I am
I don't think you would want to hold really my hand!!

London Bridge has fallen down!!
The sky has turned to red!!
The oceans fill with blood!!
I am the Monster here!!
The mask has fallen down!!
I'm the monster now!!
I hope you run!!

Monster (HoboCop x RENTT)

Hi! Check out my Album "The Curse Of A Good Looking Ghost". Songs about drinking and death . A good time had by all! Thanks for listening.

I try to write with rich lyrical details and self-deprecating humor about the human condition. Plus, that unique Shade Structure sound!  It sounds best with headphones. Thanks for any comments, reposts or likes.

Discography: Available under Album tag on my Soundcloud main page. Free Downloads/ Always Free
* Low Profile (2024)
* Smilers (EP 2023)
•Short Songs For Tall Minds"  (2022)
•Friends, They're Gonna Get Your Story Wrong (2021)
•A Suburban Dadaist With Some Store Bought Beats (2021)
•All Feel and No Technique (2020)
•This Is How I Spend My Nights (2019)
•California Songs (2018-2019)
All sounds contained within are home-made/DIY recordings. Most songs are short stories, as I am influenced by Musicians & Writers like Raymond Carver, Warren Zevon, Mountain Goats, Tom Waits, Mark Eitzel,  Randy Newman, Destroyer, Steely Dan, Captain Beefheart, Loudon Wainwright III, Leonard Cohen & The National. Most songs have the lyrics on the song page. Thank you for listening!

Morgan Fairchild

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