released April 1, 2018

Recorded at:
Landing Pad Studios (Denver, CO)
Sound Construction Studios (Goshen, CT)

Dale Cooper (drums)
DD Danahy (synth, keys, lead guitar)
Stoney Catcherye (vocals,lyrics, guitar)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)

"Diane, Phillip Jeffries here, phoning in from an undisclosed location with that info for you. Let’s just say I’m somewhere off the TVC15, and leave it at that.

So when I first met D3, I had no idea he was even a musician. I was in Downtown Denver, shopping in a bookstore of all things. My current reality was in a touring rock band, and had been wandering cities on our tour to try and find a copy of a Simone de Beauvoir book, and for about six months and most of America I seemed to be having absolutely no luck. So I walked immediately to the desk of this particular store that day, which is where D3 was working. He had a stack of books on either side of him and was holding a phone with a shoulder and had glasses he seemed to be searching for pushed into his blonde spiky hair. From the back and the way he was dressed in his orange dress shirt, black dungarees and crooked checkerboard tie, I thought it was 1983 for a moment, and I had to check my phone to make sure I hadn’t, in fact, traveled back in time to 1983 or was maybe having one of those flashbacks Stoney warned me about.

Anyway, I went up to this Sting looking fellow and asked him if he had a copy of the Mandarins when he got off the phone. After a few moments of fast typing, he said “computer says I have one upstairs, I’ll take you there” and I told him I could go myself, but he informed me that he was going anyway, gesturing to the stacks of books on the desk. He did find my book, and we spoke briefly about how we each were musicians and had a gig that night.

After my show at an undisclosed venue that may or may not be named after a popular soft drink or perhaps a bank, I decided to cool my jets at a local bar with my book, as is my custom. Who should I see at the piano in the bar but D3, playing a variety of 80’s television theme songs as romantic piano pieces much to the dismay of the tiny audience. We struck up a conversation, went back to his apartment after his performance, and it turned out after about half a bottle of Colorado whiskey, that he played guitar also, as that was the night we first jammed the basic chords to this song. This was also the night I first got his email address. (He still refuses to carry a phone and that is why he now leaves his messages for you via singing telegram)

When the two of us finally presented our idea to Stoney years later in Keep the Fear, it was just after an intense period he spent alone in which he wrote a tremendous amount of lyrics that he now had a backlog of, and one that was PERFECT for these chords. We worked out the song in a matter of hours, and that’s when I broke out the ‘ol Colorado whiskey again, and Stoney and I got him to do that little guitar solo once he had a few shots in him.

Coop's been busy working his day job but has been keeping up by showing up with rehearsed drum parts. Coop's a workaholic. Tell him I have his recorder, but I keep forgetting the tapes at D3's place.

Hope you’re not lonely out there Diane, but I’m out. I think demons are chasing me, and I gotta go.
~PJ"

The Lost D3 Tapes

Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

AB Playlist 034 Part 1

This is Indie

The Man Who Makes Brooms-Naomi Shihab Nye

Diane, Phillip Jeffries here, phoning in from an undisclosed location with that info for you. Let’s just say I’m somewhere off the TVC15, and leave it at that.

So when I first met D3, I had no idea he was even a musician. I was in Downtown Denver, shopping in a bookstore of all things. My current reality was in a touring rock band, and had been wandering cities on our tour to try and find a copy of a Simone de Beauvoir book, and for about six months and most of America I seemed to be having absolutely no luck. So I walked immediately to the desk of this particular store that day, which is where D3 was working. He had a stack of books on either side of him and was holding a phone with a shoulder and had glasses he seemed to be searching for pushed into his blonde spiky hair. From the back and the way he was dressed in his orange dress shirt, black dungarees and crooked checkerboard tie, I thought it was 1983 for a moment, and I had to check my phone to make sure I hadn’t, in fact, traveled back in time to 1983 or was maybe having one of those flashbacks Stoney warned me about.

Anyway, I went up to this Sting looking fellow and asked him if he had a copy of the Mandarins when he got off the phone. After a few moments of fast typing, he said “computer says I have one upstairs, I’ll take you there” and I told him I could go myself, but he informed me that he was going anyway, gesturing to the stacks of books on the desk. He did find my book, and we spoke briefly about how we each were musicians and had a gig that night.

After my show at an undisclosed venue that may or may not be named after a popular soft drink or perhaps a bank, I decided to cool my jets at a local bar with my book, as is my custom. Who should I see at the piano in the bar but D3, playing a variety of 80’s television theme songs as romantic piano pieces much to the dismay of the tiny audience. We struck up a conversation, went back to his apartment after his performance, and it turned out after about half a bottle of Colorado whiskey, that he played guitar also, as that was the night we first jammed the basic chords to this song. This was also the night I first got his email address. (He still refuses to carry a phone and that is why he now leaves his messages for you via singing telegram)

When the two of us finally presented our idea to Stoney years later in Keep the Fear, it was just after an intense period he spent alone in which he wrote a tremendous amount of lyrics that he now had a backlog of, and one that was PERFECT for these chords. We worked out the song in a matter of hours, and that’s when I broke out the ‘ol Colorado whiskey again, and Stoney and I got him to do that little guitar solo once he had a few shots in him.

Coop's been busy working his day job but has been keeping up by showing up with rehearsed drum parts. Coop's a workaholic. Tell him I have his recorder, but I keep forgetting the tapes at D3's place. 

Hope you’re not lonely out there Diane, but I’m out. I think demons are chasing me, and I gotta go.
PJ







written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (piano, strings, guitar solo)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

J'ai Une Âme Solitaire

welcome to my world
please enjoy your stay

well, I have a lonely soul
I'm sad
I have had enough

I have a lonely soul
I lost my hope years ago
I have a faulty skull
they broke in and they stole the show

I have a lonely soul
I lost my hope years ago

welcome to my world
please enjoy your stay

well I have a broken soul,
I'm dull

J'ai Une Âme Solitaire

“Hi Diane, Phillip Jeffries checking in. I have to say things got a little strange last night. The band took a little break from the studio to get a bite at a local diner here, and as usual, I brought a fresh batch of my “special” mushrooms which I always add to my meals to help with creativity. I often will put a couple on my hamburger just to spark ideas, so I have quite the tolerance… USUALLY. These were a little different. So strong, in fact, that I forgot I had taken some BEFORE we went to the diner, and put more on my plate soon as the meal arrived, then got lost in the diner and sat down in Coop’s seat somehow. 

What happened after that is kind of fuzzy, though I do remember Coop getting up on the counter talking about space dragons at some point, I think. And some of the most incredible drumming I’ve ever seen him do. 

Now we have this new song, and I have all these text messages from DDD and SXC saying how I should prepare Cooper’s meals from now on. 

I better sign off, Diane. I need to sleep for about three days straight. Good thing I'm not the singer in this band. 

PJ”

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (piano, monosynth, samples)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

Guaranteed To Cause Some Sleepless Nights

did you wanna believe me
did you wanna believe
did you wanna concede me
did you wanna concede

grab your pillow, scream, Oh No!
& cope

did you care that you broke me
did you care to believe
did you spare all the broke things
(are) you allowed to agree
did you wish on the wastings

did you wish on the wastings

scream, Oh No!

there's no medicine now
that could guarantee
there's no medicine out
that could get me 

to cope

did you dance just to rope me
did you wanna to repeat
dish hands and rope swings
fast on your feet
are  you intent on living
are you afraid of machines

are you inclined just to love this
do you wanna love me
I see divine, you see luckless
(it's) all the same to me

grab your pillow

did you wanna believe me
did you wanna believe
did you wanna concede me
did you wanna concede

did you wish on the wastings

grab your pillow, scream, Oh No!
& cope

grab your pillow, scream, Oh Hell No!

oh hell no, I won't let you get the best of me

Guaranteed To Cause Some Sleepless Nights

"Diane, a somewhat slightly charred Phillip Jeffries here.
The four of us have been holed up in a cabin studio of undisclosed location for a while, and Autumn is upon us. Let's just say that I'm a city boy and not used to using a fireplace for heat. And it's a good thing I'm currently keeping my hair short. 
Anyway, my little "accident" had Coop laughing pretty hard, then he started up this badass beat, and we all fell in line. It started with D3 and I, First I started jamming a fuzz bass line that he doubled with a mono synth - and next thing you know, Stoney has a whole song written.  He goaded D3 to do some backing vocals, and  He compromised by heavily effecting his voice. Stoney thinks he sounds like like the Devil. 
I'm off for some burn cream now, I will report back when we get more recorded. And I really should stop smoking. 
~PJ"

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums, fire retardant pajamas)
Darren D. Danahy (electric piano, lead guitar, monosynth, vocoder, fire)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, cigarette lighter)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics, longbottom leaf)

***FIRE IS THE DEVIL***

"crescendo, an endo, you're not like me my friend-o
a message to send, oh, I've written more than you know
it's special, to just know, I have somewhere to go though
a failure, like Pluto, I just want my flame to be known

descent for a mountain
descent for a sea

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire

pretend, oh, you're neutral, laugh because you know my kind-o
it's simple, it's crucial, I need more time than most do
I cancel, I'm frugal, I drink more beer than wine-os

descent for a mountain
descent for a sea
the scent of destruction 
is killing me

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire

descend low, go below, you have a friend who's helpful
I'm smoke-ful, then thoughtful, I'll have you over often
unsocial, I go through, more inside this thick old skull
I know though, I'm with you, you have a friend to help you

descent for a mountain
descent for the sea
decent for me

oh, the land I waste,
when I am on fire
oh, the lambs waste,
when I am on fire"

©2017 Keep the Fear

Fire Is The Devil (Hiding Like a Coward In The Smoke)

"Diane, 
I have become convinced in recent months that I am being chased by demons of some sort.

In order to help protect myself, I trained an individual to use all of my mannerisms and dominant personality traits whom now dresses as I do to "bait" the thing away from me so I can escape.

I thought it was a good idea that he and I spend a good deal of time together so that he could best imitate me, however he has begun to even LOOK like me, and now, I'm not sure if I am myself or if I am him, who's memories I even have, or who's really coming up with these bass lines.

I'm even starting to see pop stars and actors that look just like Phillip Jeffries clones. 
~PJ"

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (ebow, acoustic, lead guitar)
Phillip Jeffries (bass)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)

***When You See Me Again (it won't be me)***

why don't they have a cure for this
I don't want to be here
faulty wiring to blame for it
I didn't wire it, dear

why don't they have a lure to catch
I'm not fishing for fear
I'd hope the rest of us know this
I hope they're finding cheer

when you see me again, it won't be me
looking to uninstall code that's faulty

why don't they have a pill for this
I don't want to be there
tried, tread, treason and track-mates
I don't want to be there

high hopes, they have a dream for this
tell them to step in my shoes
why don't they have a class for this
I would never skip school

when you see me again, it won't be me

©2017 Keep the Fear

When You See Me Again (It Won't Be Me)

"Diane, this is Stone Catcherye, I'm with Phillip, who has been in sole possession of this recorder for a while now, but at the moment, he's currently running around in my backyard digging holes with this super old and crusty looking shovel. He's been on a kick about shovels for a while now and at the time he was ranting to me about shovels, he said he didn't own one. So, the next time we rehearsed I had told D3 & Coop about it and we wrote this new tune, half mocking PJ. Two weeks later and he currently owns 4,237 different makes and sizes of shovels. He may have eaten too many of those mushroom sandwiches. I will leave the recorder with D3 when I leave and have him give it back to PJ who will be resuming his recording duties next week. Peace Out. StoneHEY."

written by Keep The Fear:
Cooper (drums)
Darren D. Danahy (keys, lead guitar, synths)
Phillip Jeffries (bass, outro solo)
Stone Catcherye (guitar, vocals, lyrics)


***Buy Yourself a Shovel***

help yourself and buy a shovel
did yourself right out of the pile

there are no words to buy or for sale
they are shooting so run for your life
shovel the rain on down
there are no words that I have right now

help yourself and buy a shovel

there are no words to buy or for sale
they are shooting the ground around
shovel the shit on down
there are no words that I have right now

if you don't dig your way out of the shit
if you don't climb up on out of this pit
hit me in the head with it

by yourself

Buy Yourself A Shovel

To Cameron, Casey, Julian and all the Brians out there!

Music, Guitars (Les Paul, Strat), Bass (Preci), Drums (AD2), Mix & Mastering: @bonetender
Vocals, lyrics, mastering: @christoffersen-weber

lyrics:

Happy Birthday Son
happy birthday
my how you have grown
my boy

Happy Birthday Son
another year with you my dear
my how you have grown

©Mike & Bonetender 2018 All Rights Reserved

Brians Birthday

Brians B-day (with Mike/Cw)

Just you and me (Three Photons, December 2018)

Thanks so much to Rene (Para Lia) and Andrew Borderick for listening to an early versions of this tune....

Hope you like some part of it - Cheers, TJG.

If I could see you
just one more time
I'd be good to you
all the time

It was just you and me
we were drifting through the night
it was just you and me
we were running through the night
we were drifting through the night
it was just you and me
we were running through the night

I think I saw you 
at Lions Bay
sipping coffee
at my favorite cafe

It was just you and me
we were drifting through the night
it was just you and me
we were running through the night
we were drifting through the night
it was just you and me
we were running through the night

If I could see you
just one more time
I'd be good to you
all of my life

But I can't find you
and I'm out of time
I'm out of time...

it was just you and me
we were drifting through the night
it was just you and me
we were stealing against time
it was just you and me
we racing against the time
it was just you and me
we were drifting through the night

we were drifting through the night
we were drifting through the night

December 16, 2018

Just you and me

THE WISH - Re-Mastered Aug 2020
Written & Produced By Andrew Borderick
Copyright 2018/2020 AB Music All rights reserved
Mastering by Soundcloud Aug 2020

THERE'S SOMEDAY'S IN YOUR LIFE
YOU WANNA RUN AWAY AND HIDE
THE FALLING SKY IS UPON YOU

I'M TRAVELING IN A LONELY RIDE
SOMETHINGS GONNA MAKE ME CRY
I WISH A LITTLE LONGER I HAD YOU

I CAN HEAR A FALLING STAR
IT MAKE'S ME WONDER WHERE YOU ARE
AND THE WISH IS ALL FOR YOU

ALL THE BETTER DAY'S AHEAD
THE CLEARING SKY IT SAYS
EVERY SINGLE DAY IS ALL SO NEW

(chorus)
HAS SOMEONE EVER MADE A WISH FOR YOU
HAS SOMEONE EVER MADE A DAY BRAND NEW
ANYBODY TAKE YOUR HAND
TO A PROMISE LAND
THEN THE WISH IS ALL FOR YOU

EVERYTHING IS MADE FROM LOVE
EVERYONE DESERVES JUST ONCE
THE WISH INSIDE THAT COMES FROM YOU

I CAN HEAR A FALLING STAR
IT MAKE'S ME WONDER WHERE YOU ARE
AND THE WISH IS ALL FOR
(break)

IT'S NEVER TO LATE TO START
SOMETHING THAT YOU'VE NEVER HAD
THE WISH INSIDE THAT COMES FROM YOU

(chorus)
HAS SOMEONE EVER MADE A WISH FOR YOU
HAS SOMEONE EVER MADE A DAY BRAND NEW
ANYBODY TAKE YOUR HAND
TO A PROMISE LAND
THEN THE WISH IS ALL FOR YOU

2018 PRO TOOLS

THE WISH

Texte Français et Google traduction

OU VA -T-ON ?

Nourrir toute sa famille, du pain à la maison
Forcer portes et grilles, s’entendre dire non
Un parcours commando, une sale occupation,
Se trouver sans boulot… où va-t-on ?

C’est pour le clandestin, un visa sans son nom,
Voir s’ouvrir le chemin du camp de rétention
De ces années d’hier, irrégulières ou non
On l’exclu de notre terre… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

La couche du S.D.F., que de maigres cartons
Mais quand dite est la messe, où trouver une maison ?
Les nuits sans le sommeil, c’est à même le goudron
Dans ce siècle de merveilles… où va-t-on ?

Vivre en vendant son corps, aux détours de buissons.
Se cacher des remords, ne fait rien de bien bon.
Faire des passes qui passent, pour un peu de pognon
Mal se voir dans la glace… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

On voit des mouvements crier toutes leurs colères
Des gilets jaunes fluant aux ronds points des misères
Sans finir les fins de mois en travaillant à fond
Laissez faire les petits rois… où va-t-on ?

D’où vient tout ce mal être, cette absence de raison
Nos espoirs obsolètes, petits tours et s’en vont
Même l’enfant de l’école dans la recréation
Sniffe les pots de colle… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

WHERE ARE WE GOING ?

Feeding all your family, bread at home
Forcing doors and grilles, to hear oneself say no
A commando course, a dirty occupation,
To find yourself without a job ... where are we going?

It's for the clandestine, a visa without his name,
See opening the path of the detention camp
From those years ago, irregular or not
We exclude it from our land ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

The diaper of S.D.F., only meager cartons
But when is said mass, where to find a house?
The nights without sleep, it is in the tar
In this century of wonders ... where are we going?

To live by selling one's body, to the detours of bushes.
Hiding from remorse does not do anything good.
Make passes that pass for a little money
To see each other in the mirror ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

We see movements screaming all their anger
Flowing yellow vests round the dots of misery
Without finishing the end of the month by working hard
Let the little kings do ... where are we going?

Where does all this evil come from, this lack of reason
Our hopes are obsolete, little tricks and go away
Even the child of the school in recreation
Sniff the jars of glue ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

OU VA-T-ON ? (Un monde égoïste)

My huge thanks to Tom for allowing me to do a simple acoustic version of his open collab, " A song for Tony", https://soundcloud.com/user-342548892/song-for-tony 
It is a beautiful track, and was a joy to work on!
Check out Tom's other brilliant work https://soundcloud.com/user-342548892
Have a Magic 2019, and take care out there!!
Music Tom Adams
Lyrics,Vocals, vocal melody, guitar Lizzie Taypen
Cover picture Lizzie Pentland

The Gate.....an inspiration from Tom Adams

A little goat music, for a little goat.

Happy was his name, and he lived by the sea.

hAPpY

Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)
Please check the vocalized version https://soundcloud.com/user-713590138/after-midnight

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After The Midnight

"Hi Diane, it's Phillip. I have retrieved the recorder back from Stoney and have concluded my fascination with shovels. It's been some time since our last tune and for good reason. D3 went through a bit of a funk, and at one point set off to some undisclosed "mind" farm, where they cleanse your chakras and feed you weird foods to re-balance your whole biosphere. Life was rough and tumble for a spell and he needed to meditate, hard. The funny thing, the ironic thing, he returned with not spiritual enlightenment, but a Baritone guitar, or a 6 string bass. whatever you want to call it. He said he found it at the retreat in the loo. He said, the whole camp was a sham and the baritone guitar was the only thing that helped him get back to himself. 

Music therapy, Diane, I'm all for it. Plug in and play more. It drives the demons away. 

Also, sorrow's not always a negative thing, sometimes we need to be on the other side of the coin to appreciate and gain inspiration. If it drives inspiration, it's a good thing. 

My regards Diane, I will be talking to you once our next song is completed, until then, Phillip J."

a song by Keep The Fear, inc.

Cooper (drums/percussion)
Darren D. Danahy (lead guitars, baritone guitar, synths)
PJ (bass guitar)
Stone Catcherye (vocals, acoustic guitar, banjo, lyrics)

***No One Can Know My Sorrow***

keys cannot unlock
the pain inside this box
of rocks

I ought to know by now
Love, not doubt

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

the pain won't cure it's own
thus I feel all too often alone

I ought to know by now

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

& someone don't know your sorrow
laughter can cure them all though
someone needs love to borrow
oh, someone need Love

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

& someone don't know your sorrow
laughter can cure them all though
someone needs love to borrow
oh, someone need Love

but no one can know my sorrow
no one can fix tomorrow
no one can think when hollow
no one

& someone don't know your sorrow
laughter can cure them all though
someone needs love to borrow
oh, someone need Love

No One Can Know My Sorrow

Nothing like a good murder ballad to hum on your way to school...

Half Blind Lucy is Paul, Mike & Mark from the Planet Earth - We mean no harm.

Mike Walker -  vocals, lyrics 
Paul Janszen - Bass, Keys, mix, programming, drums @pau-14 @john-paul-126 
Mark de Vries - guitar, mix @user-102126447

Half Blind Lucy -  German .45

WISH
Paploviante Music / 2019
Vocals:
Emily Coy free Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/freevocals/pa166-wish-vocal-135
https://soundcloud.com/freevocals

Wish - feat.  Emily Coy / Music Paploviante

"All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I thought it might be, as long as you can keep the fear from your mind. But I guess you could say that about most anything in life. Its not so bad as long as you can keep the fear from your mind."

Stone ~ Vocals, Guitars, Decisions.
DDD ~ Lead Guitars, Keyboards, Distractions.
Coop ~ Drums, Coffees, Denotions.
Phillip ~ Bass Guitars, Cameos, Disappearances.