For The Victims

Geralt races to the town only to find Renfri's band already tearing up the place. The time for talking is over and Geralt earns the moniker "Butcher of Blaviken" after being exiled by the alderman doing him one last favor by keeping the townspeople out of the way.

Butcher Of Blaviken

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

The value of your virtue.
Is decided by someone.
Whom on a glancing glance at you.
Decided you were wrong.
"You'll never be a prince or king.
You can not wish for everything.
You'll not amount to anything.
There's nothing in this life."

Now, there's a lesson somewhere. 
But, I don't think it's begun.
And I can't help from smiling.
As I'm sitting 'neath the sun
"I won't worship commodities.
I feel like doing as I please.
Don't fancy falling, sprawling.
Pleasing every single one."

I declare that there is nothing I can do to win.
Put out there, that I won't try.
Don't know where to begin.
I declare that I will make the best of what I have.
I declare I don't agree that everything is bad.
I declare that I will take what I can get for free.
I declare that looking down is not the remedy.
I agree that any pen can conquer any knife.
I will not take your holiday.
I'd rather live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down. 

Oh, mother won't you give me.
Some of your advice for free.
Because, when I tried to join them all.
They up and raised the fee.
"I'll never find the golden key,
Upon the ledge of destiny.
Some people are just born lucky.
And I'm not one of them."

I'll never be a player.
Who sits playing his french horn.
I'd never be a doctor.
In the caste where I was born.
"Seems while we choose our destiny.
We only choose periphery.
There's many things you could not be.
Whatever choice you took."

I declare in spite of this, I'm aiming for the win.
I believe that at the starts, the right place to begin.
I declare that I might fly before I learn to run.
I believe that everything is okay in the sun.
I declare that I won't work, to work another another day.
I believe there's gotta be some other better way.
I declare that any pen can conquer any knife.
I declare through everything. 
I'm gonna live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

I Declare

Mutant Rockstar (Deluxe Edition)

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The Silence ain't Golden

This is a fun dance songs with a lot of Arabic adlibs to bring this song to life. Special thanks to Tom. Horner, Khalednk, and Vinicius for their work on this project. Turn it up, and Stomp.

Blue Stomp

Rock/blues song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - vocals, guitar
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
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If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Walked Through Fire

Beast ( Bees Knees )

Beyond Time And Space

Trying to Stay Warm

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If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

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