Fragments of a dream

Forgotten: 
Well it seems we've been forgotten
In this distant place
Floating on a dead drift
Nowhere to keep us safe
Somebody's got to call the captain
Tell him we're in trouble and we need to call home
and we can tell them where the soul lives
but only for a price
Sometimes tucked behind the shadows 
Hiding from the light
But if we pierce it with the purest sound
We can share the stories on the way down

The wind was barely blowing, but I couldn't hear the voice
Like silent film with color at the fringe
We were so close to touching bottom 
They waved with crooked smiles
They threw the rope too short to pull us in

Forgotten

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart

yes I will be leaving, but I won’t get in my car
and drive away…

how many layers can you peel from my heart?
and yet still, I am standing here, holding you tight
my arms enfolding you as promises of all
the everything you ever dreamed, that could come true

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart

now, as the sun sinks down behind a winter sky
you are snarling as a wildling,  all the snares you have laid,
flowers lying broken, all the bottles overturned
all the ashes spilling over, all the bridges that you burned, you burned, you burned...

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart
 (but something’s broken and I can’t bring it back)

yes I will be leaving, but I won’t get in my car
and drive away…
although it hurts so much, to stay

hard it is, so easy now to love you,
all the crazy things you do, the things you say,
hard it is so easy now to hold you in my heart

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Written made sung and played by Emma

hard it is so easy now...

it's up to you  (new vision of johanna)

ENGINE ROOM

Down here in the engine room
There’s oily steam, sardines and gloom
Brass, glass gauges about to burst
Stinking sailors Oh it gets worse, 
It gets worse

Vibrating pipes all leaking  steam
Its hot enough to burst a spleen
Valve wheels hissing wall to wall
Ive seen them blow it killed them all


This furnace just consumes your soul
A gaping mouth of firey coal
Every shovel full into its open hole
It just cries out for more

Imre’s fireman No 1
Above the bilge water he’s top gun
He keeps fire in the belly 
Of this hungry sun 
Without even breaking sweat
Hows your shift been Imre or Gun

Well maybe numb, maybe no one
I think I should be on the run
But here I stand and shake and gape 
And looking for a fire escape

Cause I’m supposed to extinguish the sun
When all I got is a water gun

Am I supposed to extinguish the sun
When all I got is a water gun

This block of woods the gally bench
Scuze the fish heads, eggs and stench
Oh there’s my long lost monkey wrench
You like coffee from a can?

Down here in the engine room
Its all oily rags and whistled tunes
We even got our own spitoon
Putt ding Dam missed again!!

Down here in the engine room
There’s a thousand valves
A million miles of tube
The valve wheel handles are 
Lipstick red
With blotches of blood
Where I keep hitting my head

Signal up to the captains tower
The baker in the boiler 
Is running out of flower 

And if he goes down 
this ship will be running out of power
This IS an SOS

Imre whats the semifore flag for more flour?

That water rising  through the floor
May mean we wont be here no more
I always draw the shortest straw
I win a locker with Davy Jones

Those pistons ringing in my ears
Are all Ive heard for 40 years
I’m going to drown 1000 beers
If we make it back to land

Our ship was launched the Venis Devine
But were here down  under he plimsal line
Your every move is like your drinking wine
You often find the floor with your head


Down here in the engine room
Its all oily rags and whistled tunes
We even got our own spitoon
Putt ding Dam missed again!!


Down here in the engine room
Its all oily rags and whistled tunes
We even got our own spitoon
 Dam missed again!! Got it!



"ENGINE ROOM" With IMRE LODBROG as SHIPS FIREMAN and GUITAR HAND

Composed & produced by: Chivicke Home-Studio/2018

Down River

Howdy folks , i thought i would give this cosmic blues tune an airing today. I hope y'all dig the vibe & that y'all enjoy listening to this-have a listen on your headphones , it was mixed with the intent to be enjoyed in that manner. Hope y'all are doing well & that your creative aspirations are taking shape. I'm planning for next year , got a few projects that are currently under development-so all being well , new material to be recorded next year. Thanks for all your messages , likes , re-posts & continuing support-it really lifts my vibe folks! Y'all take care & be safe amigos. Remember it's not where your from , it's where your at! Cheers Mark. Peace&Zen.

Doppleganger Blues (Cosmic Jam Mix!)

Bleaklow: a windswept gritstone plateau in the Dark Peak area of Derbyshire. In amongst the stark features of this wilderness are peat bogs, heather moorland, the sad site of a B29 plane wreck and The Wain Stones. Two of these boulders form the amazing 'Kissing Stones' - an inspiring sight for those who venture up there.

Bleaklow Blues (The Kissing Stones)

Shades Of Gray

SnorkelPuff & Fuzzee Peeches come to visit

A song about frustration and designer labels. 
https://youtu.be/JEeMNfkOV28

Bad Boy
In a snapback cap
Doesn’t know
Why he gets mad
Oh no, it’s just not working

Mrs Diesel
Flips her lid
Can’t forgive
What Bad Boy did
Oh no, it’s just not working 

We fixate, we frustrate
We mismate, get irate
Sometimes think we’re not that smart
Lightweights, cheapskates
We’re primates f' christsakes
Blood just pumping through the heart

Super dry
She breaks a sweat
Has’t had 
A baby yet
Oh no,  it’s just not working   

Mr Umbro
Blows out air
Pissed he has to 
Take the stairs
Oh no, the lift’s not working

We fixate, we frustrate
We mismate, get irate
Sometimes think we’re not that smart
Lightweights, cheapskates
We’re primates f'christsakes
Blood just pumping through a heart
 
Scoot & Ride
Pulls out a gun
Still young enough
To have some fun
But for his Mum, it’s just not working

Belly Bandit
Looses faith
How come he’s put on
So much weight
Oh no, it’s just not working

We fixate, we frustrate
We mismate, get irate
Sometimes think we’re not that smart
Lightweights, cheapskates
We’re primates f'christsakes
Blood just pumping through a heart

"ENGINE ROOM" With IMRE LODBROG as SHIPS FIREMAN and GUITAR HAND

Johnny Bakerlite