Freak Radio December 2020

All We Have Is Now

First song made by Fireclub, just another Indie Rock Band.

Another Background Song

The past is crawling under my skin
Like black metal wires feeding with my flesh
Being and Nothingness
In the darkness of the universe.

With shiny unseen species of deadly butterflies
Take me back to the day I was a stranger to your lies.

Blindly yet awaken down on fascination street
Where birds are falling on the ground
In a joyful play of life and death
One after another
Dying and making no sound.

I'm a visionaire, I'm always visiting the same ruins
And they never change not even if it rains
Taller than me in concrete paralysis
In absolute stability defying mortality.

Monoliths of anger and sorrow
Chosen by no one
Living in the present like there's no tomorrow
I don't belong to anyone.

Being And Nothingness

Lizzie knew the rhymes, thanks so much :)

Lyrics, Vocals: @taylor-pentland
Music, Guitars (Les Paul, Midtown, don't know), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mellotron (Redtron), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender

Artwork: @taylor-pentland / Lizzie Pentland / www.talenthouse.com/lizzie-pentland

========== Lyrics ==========
In time you come to wait
No pressure down inside
For the gypsy has long time fled
Only fragments stir the mind

Woah, don't you feel it coming
Don't you feel it coming
Here it comes a calling tonight, yeah
Here it comes a calling, and you flinch back like a child

Now down the line, you've erased
Where the rules were never learned
But the senses they rise so fine
And flood your heart again
And you said that you never knew the rhymes
Of the words that were bled
And the codes, they ran out and died
In the caverns of your head

Ohh, don't you feel it coming, don't you feel it coming, don't you feel it coming tonight, yeah
Here it comes a calling, and you flinch back like a child, yeah
Swamping you with all its might, yeah
Feel it coming, swamping you tonight, tonight, tonight
Feel it near tonight....

Ohhh....the morning light
Ohhh...come inside, come inside, yeah,yeah

Woah, don't you feel it coming etc etc etc......

©Lizzie & Bonetender 2020 All Rights Reserved

Feel It Coming

Feel It Coming (with Lizzie Taypen)

When Joey wrote out his Christmas list
Many years before The Ramones existed
He made a wish and to his surprise
Santa Claus appeared before his eyes

CHORUS
And Joey he went Hey! Hey! Hey!
And Santa Claus went Ho Ho Ho
And Joey gave out a Hey! Hey! Hey!
And both of them sang Hey Ho! Let's Go
It's Christmas
It's Christmas time

A leather jacket and some drain pipe jeans
Were on the list as well as other things
Santa had a sherry and Joey a mince pie
They rocked some Christmas carols well into the night

CHORUS

Joey unwrapped a mean pair of shades
The same pair that he wore for decades
One too many sherrys Santa's drunk as a skunk
Joey is a kid and Santa is a punk

CHORUS

When Joey Met Santa (Hey Ho!  Its Christmas)

Reading Between Lines That Have Never Been Written

I'm reading between lines that have never been written
I'm reading between lines that have never been written

Always reading between the lines
blind to the cadence you're using
seeing all the words just fine
but deaf to the images you're choosing

I'm reading between lines that have never been written
I'm reading between lines that have never been written

always asking obvious questions
I'm looking like an illiterate fool
I was reading the book upsidedown
now I'll never be seen as cool

I'm reading between lines that have never been written
I'm reading between lines that have never been written

always saying I feel fine but I don't
I think you know what I'm saying
but again I've had too much to smoke
and my head starts to swaying

I'm reading between lines that have never been written
I'm reading between lines that have never been written
I'm reading between lines that have never been written
I'm reading between lines that have never been written

Reading Between Lines That Have Never Been Written

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Marc writes, plays, sings & records it all. Check out his novels too.

Reading Between Lines That Have Never Been Written

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