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My latest is a tune based around a couple of acoustic guitar parts. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening :)

Lyrics:
Another year, another bad debt
Snow is on the ground
Follow a trail of broken promise
Lost and never found
Its hard to know
When things go wrong 
And  word is on the street
The last to know 
And the only one 
To leave 

Even though we’ve been full circle
The ice is something new 
And tonight it’s unfamiliar
A place I thought I knew
I feel the dark 
And taste the cold
There’s nothing  here to see
The last to know 
The only one 
To leave 

Waking up too early
A bright light in my eyes
The clues were all around us
Thrown away with all the lies


In the morning I come looking
Somewhere in the snow
I know the footprints will be buried 
No where else to go
The wind gets up
The ghost has gone 
No hope of a reprieve
The last to know 
And The only one 
To leave

The Last To Know

Sways through the southwest like a burro following the scent of rain. A slow dance beside sun-bleached bones, somewhere between the past and a place you've never been. 

Arizuma - Red Clay Version

arizuma - red clay version

Fully remixed album (from March 2024 demos) updated with live drums by Martyn James. Contains midlife reflections on many things, belated bouts of outrage and billions of backing vocals.

Say it now

Arcade DJ

Pointy Anointy

Lullaby is a meditative instrumental track created in collaboration with Denys Balykhin (handpan).
Soft handpan rhythms are layered with bass clarinet, kalimba, and soprano saxophone, creating an atmosphere of warmth and inner calm.
Recorded in Lisbon, 2025.

Enjoy and share!

Lullaby - Ni!, Denys Balykhin

All around the world
People are ringing their hands,
Why oh why oh why oh why,
Can’t we learn to love each other?
Is what they say,
As if that’s the only way

Maybe it’s not,
Maybe that kinda jumped up sentiment’s part of the mess we got ourselves into

Maybe it’s best to let people get on with it, 
Maybe they’ll let you get on too…

Seems to me, 
That toleration holds the key,
Yeah it’s the very foundation of a dream situation,
Can’t you see? 
It’s such a wonderful thing,

I want to raise your expectations,
I want to say what I’ve been dying to say, 
Want to achieve my aspiration, 
I want to be part of a tolerant nation

Maybe it’s true, 
Maybe just putting up with each other’s a remarkable thing to do, 
For me and you 

Maybe it’s best to say live and let live each day,
Maybe they’ll say the same thing too…

Seems to me, 
That toleration holds the key,
Yeah it’s the very foundation of a dream situation,
Can’t you see? 
It’s such a wonderful thing

I want to raise your expectations,
I want to say what I’ve been dying to say, 
Want to achieve my aspiration, 
I want to be part of a tolerant nation

I wanna go, I wanna see,
I wanna know, I wanna be

I want to raise your expectations,
I want to say what I’ve been dying to say, 
Want to achieve my aspiration, 
I want to be part of a tolerant nation


Tolerant Nation

A disassembling of the lies governments tell when they seek to rule through autocracy and deceit. A dissection of how the secret services are not the glamour of the movies, but are actually the levers of rogue states to undermine democracy.

Lyrics: Richard Pierce
Vocals: Richard Pierce
Music: The Big Grey Man
Guitar, Bass, Drums: The Big Grey Man
Keyboard: Richard Pierce

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

The snow geese are safe again,
From misdirected or deliberate sniper fire,
Incompetence or practice,
Here on the borders of tundra
And western civilisation.
Until the next story invents itself.

James Bond is dead.

Secrets aren’t such clever agents in the end,
Arrogance overlooking the obvious,
And exceptionalism blind.

Fiction is a real fact
Not exaggerated or purpled by prose.
It is.

In the corridors of power,
Incompetence or practice?
Until the next story invents itself,
Until they invent their next stories
In the corridors of power.

Shout it, shout it!
James Bond is dead!
Rejoice, rejoice!
James Bond I dead!

The real world took him apart
Piece by piece,
Myth by myth,
Broken ceasefire by broken promise,
War by war by bloodier war.

Blessed are the codebreakers,
The peace makers,
The pacifists,
Not the agents of the rogue state.
Not. The. Agents. Of. The. Rogue. State.
No, not the agents of the rogue state.

James Bond and Felix Leiter are dead.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.


Richard Pierce feat The Big Grey Man - James Bond Is Dead

Update: First feeler run in for lead electric and vocal developed a bit more

Lyrics

One Two Three
Fast now like light
Four Five Six
Fastened in bright
Seven Eight Nine
Sun is making time line
Ten Eleven
Solar dimensional heaven

Yeah, Sun you are the One

Do it for the tree
For the bird
For the bee
Your mutated light
System is in sight
Do it for the ant
Thank plant for pant
Lungs get to breath
Drink and eat
Good seed!

Yeah, Sun you are the One

Here's to internal order
Fear not need be disorder
We making positive hoarder
Own mind controlled camcorder

Fast for the Sun
Muse that Moon tuned tone
Mercury to Venus
Mighty Mars and Jupiter it's on
Saturn rings rung

One Two Three
Please give it to me
Four Five Six
Good here like goat giving glee
Seven Eight Nine
Musical mustard mould mime
Ten Eleven
Earth sees intentional heaven

Sun, You are the One

Here's to internal order
Fear not need be disorder
We making positive hoarder
Own mind controlled camcorder
Saturn rings rung
Uranus pole tipped to light one
Neptunes helium
We're Pluto floating

Flash that fun

Fast for the Sun
Fast for the Sun
Fast for the Sun




Spare lyrics
Moon, most nights reflecting that fun

Fast for the Sun

The new christmas single from Liam Rickard a.k.a Worldwide Welshman
"Happy Christmas from our Factory in Yiwu"
This song is based on a Guardian article I read in December 2014. 

Liam S Rickard - guitar, vocals, English lyrics
Cloud Yun Wan - author of Chinese lyrics
Ciara Rickard & Joseph Woods - backing vocals
Adam Brown - drums
Nick Wood - bass
Giusy Cancellara - violin
Benjamin Zoll - Trombone
Eddy Spirt - mix & master
 
Lyrics:
My eyes are filled with a thousand glittering stars,
a million little red coated white bearded men,
tiny fluffy blond white children with wings,
Five thousand spiky polystyrene things
 
And of course, the baubles and LEDs,
such beauty to to adorn your plastic tree,
the most pretty plastic items that there's ever been
for competitive prices like you've never seen.
 
Happy Christmas from our factory in Yiwu
Happy Christmas from our factory in Yiwu
You've got a colourful Christmas tree,
I've got some money for my family
 
一遍又一遍 – Yībiàn yòu yībiàn – again and again
一天又一天 – Yītiān yòu yītiān – day after day
我没有时间 – Wǒ méiyǒu shíjiān – I do not have time
也没有思念 – Yě méiyǒu sīniàn – no thoughts
 
一遍又一遍
dip it in the glue
一天又一天
put it in glitter machine
我没有时间
hang it up and then
也没有思念
we'll do it all again!
 
Happy Christmas from our factory in Yiwu
Happy Christmas from our factory in Yiwu
You've got a colourful Christmas tree,
I've got some money for my family
 
Its all about give and take in this big bad world
you give me money, I give you most of my time
making pretty plastic items that you really need
for competitive prices like you've never seen.
(dumping toxins in the river planting rubbish in the trees)?
 
Yībiàn yòu yībiàn,
ten face masks a day
Yītiān yòu yītiān,
engulfed in christmas dust
Wǒ méiyǒu shíjiān,
in my hair and on my hands
Yě méiyǒu sīniàn,
how is this crap in demand?
 
Jingle bells, Christmas elves,
making fat white bearded men
Jingle bells, Christmas sells,
Some with a saxophone,
No one knows, no one knows,
tidings of comfort and joy,
Plastic toys, plastic toys,
Who is this baby in a cowshe-e-e-d?
 
一遍又一遍
we could do it in our sleep
一天又一天
if they'd let us have some sleep
我没有时间
I'll stay for just another year
也没有思念
then I'm getting out of here!
 
Happy Christmas from our factory in Yiwu
Happy Christmas from our factory in Yiwu
You've got a colourful Christmas tree,
I've got some money for my family
 
Jingle bells, Christmas elves
Jingle bells, Christmas sells
Jingle bells, Christmas elves
Jingle bells, Christmas sells.

https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/architecture-design-blog/2014/dec/19/santas-real-workshop-the-town-in-china-that-makes-the-worlds-christmas-decorations

Jingle Bells, Christmas Sells

Christmas in Yiwu

Christmas In Yiwu

Ovde - Je - Pocelo2

Cerddor, cyfansoddwr, arlunydd, a digrifwr (ar adegau) o Fetws-y-coed, sydd bellach yn byw ym Machynlleth yw Liam Rickard a.k.a. Worldwide Welshman.
Mae'r WWW yn perfformio gyda band dychmygol neu gyda band go iawn. Gyda'i chymysgedd amlieithog o tragi-comic parti-bangars ac eiliadau o melancoli, mae WWW a'i griw (o dan nifer i enwau gwahanol) wedi bod yn difyrru gynulleidfaoedd ar draws Ewrop a thu hwnt ers tua 2007

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Liam Rickard (Worldwide Welshman) is a singer-songwriter, folk-singer, artist and occasional comedian from Betws-y-Coed, now based in Machynlleth. WWW often performs with a band. When they're not available, he performs with an imaginary band. WWW and his friends (under various guises) have been performing their multi-lingual mix of tragic-comic party anthems and folk-pop ballads across Europe and beyond since about 2007.

Christmas In Yiwu

Worldwide Welshman

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