Original Country song inspired by the TV Show "American Pickers".

INDIAN IN THE BACKYARD (Lyrics Tony & Phillip - vocal/guitar Phillip Clarkson)Original 2014

D.J KAROUH / INTERACTION

IMAGINATION GIRL (c) Jan 2019 / Remixed Sep 2023

Another day, it's all she's known, up in her room.
Looking out the window, no friends around,  
she wishes she could just fly.
Ohhh her parents screaming; 
Ohhh downstairs in the evening.

The yellow tattered bathroom mat,
It felt good between her toes; seemed to matter badly.
She sat on the floor near the tub, 
coolness against her head. 
Sounds seem louder;
vision a bit clearer, yeah. 

Woah, oh oh - that's how it goes.
Woah, oh oh - they might split.
She ran to her bed, got under the covers,
put on her phones, and left this place... 

I'm finally free. I've gotta believe.
I'm finally free.

She wished she could leave,
nowhere to go, outside so cold.
all she has is her vivid imagination,
to take her away, keep her sane...

keep her sane...

I'm finally free. I've gotta believe.

Imagination Girl

Dedicated to, and in honour of: Justine Davis. Love you!

Thanks to you all who are so supportive of my music and passion for continuously bringing forth new works. All my music is free to download but I welcome and encourage donations to my Paypal page, if you want to put your money where your mouth is and help me afford rent and food...) https://www.paypal.me/deadhippiesquadron Thanks for spreading this new song like a sexually transmitted disease. I love you my friends.


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Portrait of Justine & Her Tamed Werewolf

You were a fox and i was a builder this morning
As I raised up my hand in casual warning
And Jacob is out on the corner standing
He's running at fifteen years and counting
And maybe one day I'll ask him why

Me, I found babel in a bar in Amsterdam
I’ve come to believe Rome was a dream
This is the station were you said it began
But should we be stepping out or stepping in
Should we just be asking for more time

Do you remember when the radio went down,
We sang to each other 'til morning came round.
These are the places where we always return 
For our clocks to reset and our fears to unlearn.
And you can't get away from the woodfire's smell
And the roof and the timbers are rotting to hell.
And just for a moment you leave it behind
And laugh like you did when you were a child.

This regret is not an exact science of mine
With ratios and rules beyond recalling
We replay our parts and stick to our lines
You were a fox and i was a builder this morning

Hereward Transport Interchange - Late Sunday

Another take on this special song
Hope you enjoy
Steph

I Can't Stand The Waste (Remaster)

Silent Standing
(D/L available at www.terrywigmore.com)

This is a very mean & moody Gibbo stood standing, silently singing ...more than thoughtful...leaning his back against his decaying doorway...
Terry somewhere in the chancellery, nonchalantly flipping a coin, with something nasty on one side and a worn out memory on the other. Offering some hope? Maybe not...
Me? Well, I'm in the toilet, with a grumbling bass whilst spouting a slightly sinister 'Andrews Sisters' thing :-)

This is just what we do...

Silent Standing

1) I can't quite remember, how it got to this
One moment you were there and then you're gone
But I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.
And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.

2) But I can still recall your elegance and grace
As you shattered what was two and made it one
But I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.
And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.

She moves like a flower in the chancelleries of spring...spring...
She moves...like a flower in the spring

(Repeat V.2)

…And I stood silent in the doorway staring at the space you used to be.........


Music and Lyrics: Wigmore Allen  Gibbons

(Terry) Wigmore: Guitars, Synths, Vocals, Production
(Keith) Allen:        Bass, Lead guitar, Vocals
(Kevin)Gibbons:   Lead Vocal

Silent Standing

We recorded this song twice recently, this is the slower tempo version. We collaborated with our friend Chris Whelan, who added the harmonica tracks. Thank you Chris!!

Oh Sister - Bob Dylan slower tempo (with Chris Whelan)

Garage Ride

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Wieder

A picture of A horse

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