Speak For Love (Brian Peters)

Little Lady stepped out into the world
Little Lady was still mama’s little girl
One baby later, she was still twenty-five
Her marriage on the rocks but she was glad to be alive

And love is blinded in innocence
And love is calling out for defence

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

Little Man went walking in his daddy’s boots
Little Man was just following his roots
Wild dreams and schemes on the stock exchanges
Wild oats and loneliness among total strangers

And love is crying out to be heard
And love is holding out the living word

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about the third world debt
Some talk about a nuclear threat
Some talk about inner city crime
Some talk about intelligent design
Some talk about corporate greed
Some talk about terminator seeds
Some talk about the ascetic life
Some talk about simeon stylites**

And love is knocking at the door
And love is undergirding every law

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about global warming
Some talk about turbine farming
Some talk about genetic cloning
Some talk about the lunar landings
Some talk about ghetto thugs
Some talk about the superbug
Some talk about democracy
Some talk about conspiracy

Some talk about the world trade towers
Some talk about a one world power
Some talk about save the whales
Some talk about fairytales
Some talk about visual highlights
Some talk about navigation satellites**
…(to fade)

Speak For Love

Don’t leave me out in the rain

What have we done, it’s happened again
How did we end up together in this burning bed
a vulnerable moment, a trick of the night
You are a worthy opponent, now i’m too tired to fight

So much depends upon the weather
clouds form so easily
So much depends upon the question
You don;t know what you ask of me..

your bag’s by the door, there’s papers to sign
Things to sort on the floor; what’s yours and what’s mine
we can’t stay together, i say can’t stay apart
When It feels like it’s over, it’s a brand new start

So much depends upon the weather
The storm breaks so easily
It don’t depend upon the answer
I already know that you’re leaving me

In case you change your mind, I’m easy to find
I’ll be frozen in time where you left me behind
I am mostly to blame, and i hate to complain
But it seems like a shame
Don’t leave me out in the rain..
tears on my face, tearing my clothes, calling your name!

So much depended on whether
Hearts break so easily 
nothing depends upon the answer
you’re already leaving me

I mostly complain, and i might be to blame

Don't Leave Me Out In The Rain

Go With The Flow

it's just going to "add mystery" too it? 
electronic music, guitars and vocals 
as art work, an old  watercolour painting!

Always Mystery

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Piggy In A Blanket

I Ain't Trippin / IPG1 & Paploviante
Open Collab from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/i-aint-trippin-the-remix
Paploviante: Bass, Music, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Vocals and Lyrics IPG1:
I Ain't Tripping Were unplugged —-like wireless  moving forward —-that’s progress  feel the feed —-we don’t digress  make it —happen —-pure finesse  grooving cause it’s tireless ——-hard press but don’t stress Just —-another level ——let’s call this one conquest
——lines as —-light snowflakes  rhythm—- hits——— like earthquakes Bouncing ———when the vibe is proper  Keep up now—-I stay on top—er common sense ——ain’t made of copper I’m—-in the mix ——-like Betty Crocker another level ———————a ——————show —stopper
Off the top ———-is where it’s at unwrap this —————-gift RAP hitting the streets—-it’s ——pure crack Stone cold —-this trap ——TRACK! Pool of knowledge ——-untapped going in —-hard——we do that  Better —-tighten up —-them bootstraps  ———SAY-——-“what the hell ——did Lou snap!!!” swag baby —-The recap  no snags—nah—we stop that!!!
Chorus Different way of doing things———-like diamond studded earrings  From sound —to vibe —to groove—— yeah— it’s all engineering  Style —-skill ——technique —————-here——- my haters disappearing  I’m all up in your ear —-guess you like what you are hearing
I’mer keep the beat rock in like a diamond let’s go  ask me if I’ll ever stop the answer is Hell no  hit the ground running—- that’s the —-quid pro quote stop drop and roll —-cause it’s all —-touch and go  mad skills coming through so act like you know  and I’m rolling around the grooves like a bowl of Jell-O  yo! —-level one up ———is the production studio  better ask somebody ——-or just act like you know

I Ain't Trippin - IPG1 & Paploviante

Virtual Romance

Blue Sunset (For two guitars)

This instrumental piece is dedicated to those buried in the 6,000 year old chambered cairn known as Greadal Fhinn in the Scottish Highland peninsula of Ardnamurchan. In a remote windswept area (the most westerly on the British mainland)the cairn is said to be the burial place of the Viking chieftain Ketill Flatnefr ('flatnose') who fled Norway in 888 AD and became known locally as Caithil Fin. 
On his death the sagas relate the use of this ancient site as his last resting place. Who knows what ceremonies were performed there in his honour or the rites and rituals for the dead in the millennia prior to the demise of old 'Flatnose'....

Pic: the main stone 'cist' which remains of the cairn entrance - evidence also suggests there was once a large stone circle around the 22 metre burial site.

Greadal Fhinn Stomp

Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.

Caught up in a War

Hear the words why me
See fiery horizons
Eating up ground are black caterpillars
We’re shrinking near the door
They hardly gave a reason
Sleeping is acid raw
Forever is the ceiling

Cause everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering 
We’re caught up in a war

Thinkin’ bout religion
The randomness of Gods
What’s it about us that’s undeserving?
We’re watching on the news
The march of our dementors
We’re lying close and squeezing
Neath fragility of walls

And everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering
We’re caught up in a war

If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter

CAUGHT UP IN A WAR

Vein

https://johnpalmer1.bandcamp.com/track/i-could-be-anyone
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/john-palmer/81680846
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5O3DVQrinTJHbNYJCFLlyE?si=plG2rBUGS5W-6cmXR3FErw

I have been experimenting with sounds since I was really young , when I was about 6 or 7 years old, after lots of pleading, from me, I managed to get my hands on a very old reel to reel tape machine, that everyone thought I was too young to have, and I discovered and loved recording. 
I played guitar and wrote songs in a indie punky band ,toured, made albums and worked in Studios. Now I work from my home studio in SW Germany,  using synths, groove boxes, guitars and vocals to produce electronic music. I also produce images through photography and  make ceramic sculpture.

https://open.spotify.com/album/2yGCqhznpvLLuGPDKD66in…
https://itunes.apple.com/…/faint-glow-in-the-sky/1458147207…

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John Palmer