My sound? Well it's kind of "Out There" really. You just have to hear it to see what kind of genre it fits into really.     Thats me on Bass-All Guitars-All Vox  (not a great voice at that I concede) ...and my somewhat lost old v-friend Kev...or whoever he really was, on another stupendous drums
   Anyhoo...Lyrics below:

  --- So Long Billy Boy…(An attempted tribute to Billy Barty)
 
   Verse 1
According to the latest protocols of social inclusion,
I must try to stay within the dotted lines of “normal” taste,
You’re damned if you say a bad word,
You go down to the deepest *room*,
You’re damned if you use a good line,
Taken out of context..ually,
So Long Billy Boy.
 
    Verse 2
Now you know what a feat of lyrical magic engineering,
I had to write in order t’appease
All the local Government agencies,
You can’t write a song about midgets,
Without getting shorted in the reviews,
And you can’t write a song about gay priests,
Without getting shafted up the caboose,
So Long Billy Boy.
  
  BRIDGE…
(and what a lovely bridge it is too….so shiny and new.  4 trains a day traverse it.
Feel free to talk amongst yourselves here,
if you’re not too keen on instrumental sections.
You have about 55 seconds until the verse kicks in again.)
 
  Verse 3
All is explained, now I can move on to my song,
After the chorus,
It’s been a while since I started this vamp,
Here it is the first line after the “tag”
So Long Billy Boy.
             
 Wait for it!
 
So Long…No he isn’t
                    Yes he is……Billy Barty

So Long Billy Boy

Another odd song with the lyrics posted below. Me on Bass-All Guitars-All Vocals. The only song with drum programming in it. Took me friggin' ages!  :)

 Lyrics:

Verse 1

My life has been greatly rewarded,

I live off the sweat of your brow

I am the one who buys, and sells,

What you earn in a lifetime.



Chorus

You gotta gimme, you gotta sell me,  you gotta rent me,

You gotta gimme your soul.......x2



Verse 2 

Then I'll quickly retire,

While you pay the bills for my daughter.

Oooh, the "American Dream",

Oooh, has it run out of steam?

You can work harder, while you lose your...

Dignity, to pay for us.



Chorus 2

You gotta gimme, you gotta sell me, you gotta rent me,  

You gotta gimme your soul.....x 2



Outro

Before, it's all cryin' to the ground in a heap....a heap...etc.

I live in a house by the ocean, I owe it to the sweat of my "brother"

Gotta Gimme

A different kind of song once again...I have to thank the VERY talented Andrew from Australia for a great melody, vocal part, both lead, and backing, as well as all guitar parts contained herein, and Mr. L. LeSquer from France on Drums. Thank you both so much for your invaluable contributions. 

 Lyrics:

 Isabella Pornorella 
Lyrics BullZephyr 

Verse 1 
Hello welcome my friends 
The show's about to begin 
Hot dogs, popcorn 
settle down and get your groovy in 

The Narrator 
For what you're about to see is a once in a lifetime experience 
Sit back folks 
here she comes 

Chorus 
Isabella is a funny fella 
twisting and turning to shapes unseen by man 
She could turn a dime from her arsehole to her front bottom 
Just like so 
Ohh Isabella 
I'm sure she's not a fella 
I'm certain. 

Verse 2 
Now this is my favourite part 
It's where the dog comes in 
Watch that tongue Fido you don't know where it's been 
She can really turn you off or on 
It just depends on what you wanna to see. 

The Narrator 
Okay young man get it back in your pants 
It's not time for that just yet we've got two more scenes. 

Chorus 2 
Isabella Pornerella shot stray lasers from her tits 
She was really groovy until the final scene. 
There's just one thing 
I don't wanna reveal 

Interlude 
She was too young to die 
But you can't live like a pin cushion 
without one going in your eye 
Isabella she was a star of the porn screen 
She ruled the bedroom although I'm sure she was just fourteen 
Isabella everyone thought she was royalty 
She was the queen of the porno screen but she died 
Hold on 

The aislesman speaks 
Now listen here young man I told you to stop throwing Jaffas down the isle 
If you don't behave I'm gonna throw you out 
Watch this boy this is my favourite part 

The Final Scene 
Now listen here 
Don't you ever decide to make a quick buck from your hide 
Watch old Isabella suck them in

Isabella Necessary (Isabella Pornerella)

Myself on Bass -Organ- All Guitars: Joe Phus on Whistle: John Rick on Drums: Ryan Lucas Vocals: 

  Lyrics, by yours truly:

Dungeon Blues

 

Stuck in the muck of the dungeons of your soul…a memory

Trying to get out all the time….in the dark,  a history.

 

There is a spot that I ought , really not, tell you about.

Sacred rules, and stupid fools, have tried their lot.

 

How do I know that I can trust you, with this secret I hold?

How do I know, what memories lurk?

 

Stuck in the muck of the Dungeons of your soul..tell you about

Sacred rules, and stupid fools, a history.

Dungeon Blues

After Henry Lyrics BullZephyr 

Verse 1 
6 FOOT 2 ASTRIDE A MOUNTAINOUS HORSE 
FOR THAT WAS HENRY LORD OF THE JOUST OF COURSE 
HE COULD EAT A WHOLE HOG TO THE BONE 
HE COULD WOO ALL THE FAIR LADIES HE WAS A MANMADE SWORD 
HE WAS BUT A YOUNG KING ON HIS THRONE 
NE'ER A DARE NAY A FEAR PASSED HIS MIND 
BUT NOW YOUNG ANN'S PASSED HIS EYE 
HE'S LOST HIS BALANCE FROM HIS HORSE 
I'M SURE HE COULD NOT HAVE GUESSED OF COURSE 
HE'D EVER FALL FOR HER CORPULENT LIES OF LOVE 

Verse 2 
SHE'S AFTER ONE THING FOR SURE 
SHE'S AFTER HENRY AND HIS ENGLISH THRONE 
AND THAT POT OF GOLD 
SHE'D PLAY HARD TO GET ON THIS NOW AGING KING 
BUT HIS MIND WAS STILL SHARP 
SO SHE HAD TO BECKON TO HIS WHIM 
NO ONE SAW THE THREAT OF ANN BOELYN 
POOR CROMWELL LOST HIS HEAD TRYING TO GET HER IN 
BEFORE HE COULD SEE HER CORPULENT LIES OF LOVE 

Verse 3 
NOW IF THERE'S A LESSON OF COURSE 
DON'T CONFUSE HISTORY ON YOUR WIFE'S DISCOURSE 
SHE'LL THROW POTS AND PANS AT YOUR HEAD AND SAY 
YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIES CAN'T TIE ME UP TODAY 
I'M A FREE WOMAN WITH MY OWN THOUGHTS 
AND I'VE BEEN LIBERATED TO SAY 
KEEP YOUR HEAD IN YOUR PANTS AND YOUR HANDS OFF MY KABOOSE 
CAUSE AFTER HENRY I GOT NOTHING TO LOOSE 
AINT IT SAD TO SEE 
THAT I EVER BELIEVED 
IN YOUR CORPULENT LIES OF LOVE 
YOU'RE A BIG FAT LIER HONE

After Henry

Me again on my ubiquitous fretless bass, and main guitar, with one or two solos. Oh yeah. me on keys as well...with a couple of friends from my musical VWorld!  A great bunch of players here on added guitar ideas and solos, drums, 

Genghis Khan, but his sister Khan't

 Me on bass, keys guitars and vox, whilst my peudo-friend Kev hit it out of the ballpark with his drums on this one. I owe him a lot.  

Lyrics by: Yours truly.


On the horizon, there is life

Living existence, on a knife

There is a choice...you can either sink or feel the Pink...

West of the timeline, north of you

In your deep heart, are you blue

There is a chance...you can either sink or feel the Pink..

Pink

Me again on all guitar parts, and bass of course. The horns were provided by some very fine musicians I have had the honour to work with online, Same goes for the stellar drums...

A Measure of Rulers

A whole bunch of friends literally from around the world helped me on this one..once again. I am humbly indebted to them for some great musical contributions.

Aqua

Instrumental, that was my first foray into online collaboration. My first song, and I ended up with a drummer from a far off land who could really play the drums... the last I heard. he was deep in the jungle...  ;)

 Me on Fretless Bass -  all Guitars - Keyboards.   Kev on Drums...    Cincinnati my arse... ;)  Sorry inside joke.

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