Lyrics by the marvellous Andrea Brennan. You can find more of her excellent work here:
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Wake Up Charlie

V1
I woke up this morning
In an icy cold sweat
Visions of my nightmare
Still vividly fresh

V2
Mourners in a graveyard
Seem familiar to me
Hairs bristle on my neck
And I can hardly breathe

Pre-chorus 1
I stare at the headstone
The epitaph reads

Chorus
Wake up Charlie
There’s no time for regrets
Wake up Charlie
Life is getting shorter
But you ain’t dead yet

V3
I take off towards the gates
Ghosts are closing in fast
Phantoms of my future
Demons from my past

V4
Fear leads to a dead end
But hope finds a road
A change in direction
And a new path to follow

Pre-chorus 2
A clear day is calling
Now it’s time to go

Chorus
Wake up Charlie
There’s no time for regrets
Wake up Charlie
Life is getting shorter
But you ain’t dead yet

Repeat Chorus

Wake Up Charlie (Original Version - Lyrics by Andrea Brennan)

The house is frozen
The silence crying out
The ether is broken
The heathen is devout 

A floor that tells a tale
Rug misshapen and moved
A knife that tore the vail
Blood runs still and removed 

A cup lies empty and fallen
Betrayed of glugs and sips 
A love that died in silence 
Upon these cold lips.

Rain smacks the haunted window 
Wind rushes warmth away.
Food still cooks and crisps, by looks
Whilst all the while you lay.

You look up at the beam
The wood so old and strong
Dead but just so rested
As to hold the house so long.
Hard to be so passive 
Let all rest on you in trust
When weight holds you heavy
And will fall to slight adjust. 

A heavy hue of nothing
Pulls and strips and rips
The air now pressing harsh and hard
Upon these cold lips

A fire burns in bitterness 
Snapping at the sight
Of all that has befallen 
This dark and dreadful night.
I bend to reach lower
Now falling, bereft of mind 
To view in flickered half-light
The shell you leave behind

I hold these hands in mine
And place them on my hips
Through weep and woe I kiss and kiss
Upon these cold lips.

These Cold Lips (Demo)

'just leave me alone' 

Single use & recycled: music
Scotty: lyrics, vocals 

Well I'm sittin' on my couch, contemplating life,
thinkin' if it's best if I just grab that fucking knife
and slit my fucking wrists. It's so hard now to resist
when all that does exist has led us all to this
fuckin' depressing state of man...err...woman...err...whatever you wanna be called.
Just leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
Alone. 

Well I'm standin' in my kitchen now,
feelin' agitated
as some useless motherfuckers need to feel congratulated.
I don't know what's goin' on anymore.
It's fuckin' depressing, the state of man...err...woman...err...whatever you wanna be called.
Just leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
Alone.

just leave me alone (with Single Use & Recycled)

Featuring Purpose from Jeryia J. Please enjoy

Purpose

Hope is in the air — a wind that is fierce enough to lift kites and rattle wind chimes, but gentle enough to free specks caught in a spider’s web. To become windswept is to go with the flow, keeping faith in a good future, and to do what you know to do to make hope come alive.

A neoclassical treatment with a little hip hop beat.

DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai MPK Professional  55-65-55 bpm
 E-Instruments used: Concert Grand Echo Piano Clarinet Solo 
Cellos Marimba Breathy Vox E-Percussion: Timpani
Timpani Tremolo Crescendo Analog Dream
Bass ’N Drum Remix
Lo-Fi Remix Studio Brush Kit

Audio of wind and wind chimes recorded live, February 24, and May 29, 2024.

Photo by Carolina Kaboompics (with alterations) at pexels.com
https://www.pexels.com/photo/orange-fabric-blown-by-wind-near-body-of-water-4711951/

Windswept

Inspired by a poem by Robert Bly:

 “Ah, on this planet we are born again and again. A gold sun rises in the East, but for us, it is a black sun. Each time the black sun rises, dazzling and tremendous, its sadness flows into us. ‘If this sadness could not flow out ofme, it would kill me.’
I listen and I see a horse-dragon swim up out of the Blak Sea. It climbs into the air. Play on, play on- what can we do but long for this dragon-water from the Black Sea to fall on us?”

Ah, On This Planet

Land of dreams

⚠️Disclaimer: This song makes fair use of the name 'Superman' in a general context and is not affiliated with or sponsored by DC Comics or its subsidiaries.

Have you ever dreamed of being a superhero and solving all the world's problems? Well, this song is a bit of a glimpse into that dream!😉

Lyrics:

All the things 
That I can see  
Every time  
I take a look at the news of the world

Are all about  
The madness and evil and grief 
And murders  
It makes no sense at all

I would like to be  
The Mighty Superman  
With the power to help  
This mad world  
Every time I can  
I would like to be  
The Mighty Superman  
So I could stop all the wars of the world  
Much more 
Than I can

What can I do 
But to sing this song  
What can I do  
But to stay alive  
What shall I do  
But to keep the faith  
What shall I do  
But to hold on tight  
I'll keep the dream alive

I would like to be  
The Mighty Superman  
I'd fly faster than light to stop  
The bad things  
Every time I can  
I would like to be  
The Mighty Superman  
Maybe I could turn back time and avoid the wars  
If I were Superman

If I only were Superman  
If I only were Superman

Life  
Is just what it seems  
Life is so real  
Much more real  
Than you can think  
In your dreams  
Your dreams of glory  
Fading away  
In the real life  
Of every day

All the things  
That I can see  
Before I fall asleep  
Are just a summary  
Of evil times we're living in

Everything  
Fades to black  
In the dark of the night  
There's nothing left

All the things  
That I can see  
Before I fall asleep  
Are just a summary  
Of evil times we're living in

Everything  
Fades to black  
In the dark of the night  
There's nothing left

I would like
To be the Mighty Superman  
With the power to help  
This mad world  
Every time I can  
I would like to be  
The Mighty Superman  
So I could stop all the wars of the world  
Much more than I can
As a normal man
Yeah much more 
Than I can

Mighty

'Mochrum' is a hill close to where I live. Over the last few years the trees have been decimated for some unknown reason. Probably the allowing for the free flow of 5G. However the hill still stands proud and will in time make it's way back to it's former glory as a monument to the power of mother nature.
This track then is my respect for the hill known as 'Mochrum'.

Walking The Straight And Narrow

Mochrum

Just another day

UnBoxed September 2024

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Lament For Lady Europe

Formed inside the singularity, (there was nothing else to do - or indeed time to do it in) The Corking Crack Band really burst onto the scene with the Big Bang. 
 Dormant through sheer ugly lethargy, they evolved their ideas inside the primordial soup: not, you understand, the same primordial soup that you evolved from - this primordial soup was of a much higher quality; You are minestrone to The CCB’s truffle infused lobster bisque.
   Having existed for millennia and absorbed the natural rhythms of the universe, alongside one or two narcotics (allegedly) they decided it was time to stop fannying around with simply existing and instead to get down to some serious rock. 
  Having then kickstarted their quarry project and ushered in the Stone Age, they discovered music. 
  Despite their early entrance onto the music scene, they take inspiration largely from the music of the Tweenies. The ever-changing roster of members, centred around a core few such as sometimes band leader Cuthbert Crack Band, they seek to emulate the CBBC legends in all their forms. That is, of course, when they are not fighting the malicious machinations of their evil nemesis supergroup, The Patchwork Pillocks, who are hellbent on destroying the world through the medium of catchy melodies and unusual time sigs that just really jam.
  The story continues…