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time slips away - demo - ( ALBUM DISPO )

Mid tempo rock song written/produced and performed by John Hardman (vocals, guitars, keys).

All Night Long

All Night Long - John Hardman

this is another simple track recorded in March of 2025.
in use is a Bc Rich Mockinbird guitar and Marshall Heads.

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/wicked-games

if you want to play along, tune your guitar down 2 steps.
if yoou don´t want to, here is the chord progression in standard tuning:

G/b/A/A D/D/b/b - D/A/b/b-A

it´s wicked games that you play
I know it would never work
better die on your own terms

I need no dagger through my heart
I need no yelling in my house
and there is no sense in forgiving
when you just want to move on

enemies to this day
it´s wicked games that you play
those wicked games that you play
won´t end up well

Wicked Games

Papa Johnstone

[Verse 1]  
He was born in the shadows of a New York town  
Where the winters were long and the dreams were hand-me-down  
Played ball in the alleys, ran fast through the years  
With his brother beside him and no room for fear  

They caught a killer fleeing, just boys in their teens  
A story passed down like the stitching in jeans  
The kind of old tale that fades into lore  
But Grandpa Phil always was something more  

[Verse 2]  
When the war came calling, he answered the sound  
Crossed over to France with his boots on the ground  
He wrote in the cold and he fought through the rain  
Saw brothers fall, bore the weight and the pain  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you gave more than gold  
You gave us your mornings, your warmth in the cold  
With hands that once held wrenches and wheels  
You held us with love that a lifetime reveals  

[Verse 3]  
He fell for sweet Anna, with a heart open wide  
She played him a melody, he stayed by her side  
Two children they raised with a quiet refrain  
Geri’s piano, Ted’s clarinet fame 

He worked with his hands, steel and design  
Tool and die maker with patience and time  
Built more than machines — he built a good life  
With laughter and love, with children and wife  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you lived slow and kind  
With a collie named Major and a sharp, steady mind  
Made us breakfast and stories we still hold dear  
You were the heart of our childhood years  

[Verse 4]  
When Anna passed on, he packed up his bags  
Left his cold kitchen and the old linen rags  
To the sun and the sea, to his son's west coast place  
Where seven young grandkids would light up his face  

He tried cutting hair, made a bit of a mess  
So the boys ran away but he laughed nonetheless  
He’d fall now and then, and we’d lift him with care  
But he gave more than he took, with his soft, quiet stare  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you gave more than gold  
You gave us your mornings, your warmth in the cold  
With hands that once held wrenches and wheels  
You held us with love that a lifetime reveals  

[Bridge]  
And when Dad had to leave for a business affair  
You missed him, but never let grief fill the air  
You moved once again, to your daughter’s safe arms  
But the winters back east stole your strength and your charm  

[Final Verse]  
Now the house feels a little too still on some days  
But I still hear your voice in those old-fashioned ways  
In the sizzle of bacon, the bark of a friend  
And the way gentle stories come back at the end  

[Final Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you're still walking these halls  
Through the echoes of laughter and the old photo walls  
You lived with such grace, with no need to thrill  
Forever remembered — sweet Grandpa Phil  

[Outro]  
Forever remembered… sweet Grandpa Phil

Grandpa Phil

You've gotta say 'YES!" to a little excess, except for when you don't!

Produced by DevilMonkey

Recorded by Max Dangerfield at Singing Bird Studios

DevilMonkey is...

Jim. Bass, Vox, Programming
Jesse. Guitars, Programming
Wayne. Drums, Percussion
Si Durrant. Guest Vox & Chorus Lyrics

Artwork by Jim

All of our love & thanks go to Simmo & Wendy, Beck, Dex & Nuno, Andrew Duffield, Ollie & Jayne Olsen, Stu & the entire Singing Bird crew, Andy Simpson, Max Dangerfield, Snake Powder, Natasha, Kylie, Vanessa, Noah, Emily, Josh, Hayley, Gidget, Wolf & Kelly & al the Pooches.

Hypertrophy

Hold me now
This feeling's kind of heavy, love
But our love's never in doubt, oh no
Hold on to the ceiling, babe
I feel I'm gonna drowning out, oh no
Ohh no
Ohh no

Hold me now
I feel I'm getting weary, love
So guard me from the smoke, oh no
I think I feel it coming now
Trying to pull me down below, oh no
Ohh no
Ohh no

Oh love, break the chains, set the stage
And sit upon my door
Oh love, set the flames, be my rage
When I can't find the floor
No more
No more

Hold me now
Protect me from myself
Lord knows I need the help, oh no
I'm a sinner for your love, babe
And it'll help me drown it out, oh no
Ohh no
Ohh no

Oh love, break the chains, set the stage
And sit upon my door
Oh love, set the flames, be my rage
When I can't see no more
No more
No more

Hold me to your breasts, babe
Squeeze until my lungs explode
Wrap me in your love, babe
I've never felt more safe before
Before

Oh love, hold me hold me
Oh love, hold me hold me
Hold me now
This feeling's kind of heavy, love
But our love's never in doubt, oh no

Hold Me Now

Hello, and thank you if you made it this far... I hope you enjoyed listening 

I once...I Knew Not


I Knew Not

Hunchback Story - Start here# 1  then you have 56 left . the entire story by music on YouTube  https://youtu.be/xNpPsa5SxxA?si=jKyc2XmE7zCQDUcR

The Bell Tolls Heavy

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Fell asleep like the time has come
In favela walls where fights are won
The air tastes like copper and rain
Somebody's son won't wake again

Walk by safe if you can't blink twice
Hell burns harder when you roll the dice
The dogs know which doors to avoid
God's just another word for paranoid

It might strike seven, don't get up hopes
Life hangs on by the neck on the ropes
The electric hum, the generator's wheeze
Make sure you're still in one piece

I scream another time
Just to scare the birds away
They pick my flesh
Leave me no time for rest
From São Paulo to Paris streets
Waiting for the last dance
The final breath
The final breath

Tuesday bleeds into Thursday now
Lost the days, don't ask me how
Sister's boyfriend disappeared last week
His mother doesn't sleep, doesn't speak
Just stares at his empty seat

The television prophesies in static
Grandmother's prayers get more frantic
She lights candles for the already dead
Whispers names I've never heard said

I scream another time
Just to scare the birds away
They pick my flesh
Leave me no time for rest
From São Paulo to Paris streets
Waiting for the last dance
The final breath
The final breath

God better change my life
'Cause death is coming
And I ain't waiting for the trigger
God better change my life
Death is coming
I ain't waiting

Mathematics of survival
Six bullets, seven brothers
One ambulance, three neighborhoods
Do the math
Do the math

Every sunrise is a coin flip
Every sunset is a maybe
The calendar's a sick joke here
Yesterday might be your last day

I scream one more time
Scare the birds, scare the saints
They're all the same
They all want their taste
São Paulo to Paris streets
Betting on my defeat
The final breath

But not yet, not yet
Not yet, not yet
NOT YET
NOT YET

Fell asleep like the time has come
But I woke up
I woke up
I woke up
Still here
Still breathing

Hypertrophy

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