Great lyrics. I like that folky vibes and arrangement with such good performance. Really good and catchy work here. Happy to repost.

This fucking slaps harder than my dad after drinking his angry juice.

I like your track it is original and the mix is great.

Every which way - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Remastered 2.0 for "Cyberware" the 5 track album coming soon to SoundCloud Spotify and others.

Cyberware 2.0

I always wanted to write a song that featured a steam train of a harmonica solo in the spirit of Neil Young. The song is about living life on your terms.

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True story.

acoustic guitar rhythm and solo | Sven Sebastian Horner
acoustic base | Sven Sebastian Horner
vocals | Sven Sebastian Horner
drums | Sven Sebastian Horner, programmed with Hydrogen


Lyrics

You were busking in the city,
where I've been living,
for seven years now.

Yeah, I think you're pretty,
and when I smiled at you
you were kind of flattered.

You sang two sad songs,
telling the people around,
that they would have to bear it.

But I can tell you,
you sang so deep from your soul,
that I had tears in my eyes,
you made people stop, and not just pass by,
you were touching hearts
behind crowded minds.

I listened 'til you finished,
and with all my courage,
I started talking to you.

Man,
I felt like a school boy,
so nervous and shy,

but somehow I managed to tell you,
that I want to spend time with you,
before we said goodbye

Now I've got to write a song for you,
'cause after 2 weeks, you still did not reply,
I made myself not think about you,
but now I got tired to try.

I assume, you're not interested right now,
and I can really take that easy.
I'm not just looking for a girlfriend, you know
though I wouldn't mind having one or two.

But seriously, it's because I already,
found myself,
and I want everybody else,
just to be themselves.

I'd just like to get to know you a bit more,
meet you from soul to soul,
I'd love to play and sing with you,
maybe record some music, too.

Who knows, maybe we'll grow friends,
are you not curious to see,
what will be alive,
between you and me?

Know You A Bit More (Composition No. 9)

MGK inspired and created with beat driven songwriting in mind. Must be the most modern sounding track I ever released. 

 Verse lyrics inspired by Boyhood movie.

In The Backseat Kissing [demo]

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

A song about the people who come and go in our  lives.  Some of them stick around for a while, some share a road with you for some time and then go away on their own path.  We cross paths with them again sometimes.  Some leave this world forever and are never gotten, we’ll see them on the other side some day.  No matter what path you take, rock on!

Matty Harper (aka Gedd Flea) is featured on bass for this track.  He's an old friend of mine from when I lived in NY.  Matt recently visited for a week while we laid tracks during the day and hit the bars for open mics each night.  This song is a product of that week.

Verse

Visitors come into my life
Some stay for a while
[riff]
Share some time until we part our ways
And then we go, 
my destiny’s on another road

Chorus

Time goes on
People come and people go
Some will be back some day
Ooo, Rock on
See you on the other side some day
It’s time to go and find my way

Verse

This is the strangest life I’ve ever known
Some stay the same
Others adapt to the road they’re on
It’s been a while since I last saw you
Don’t recognize me?
I’ve been this way 20 years today

[Chorus]
Bridge 1
We’re all visitors, none of us will stay
All on the journey but on a different path
What happened to those people?  Are they only in your past?
Some left, you left, lives in motion
Some climbed the ladder, some got married, some got divorced, some left this world.
You better do it all while you’re living today
Cause you never ever know when it will be your time to go
[Guitar solo]

Bridge 2
I shared a road with some who aren’t here today.
Their paths cut short when they hit a dead end.
Patriots lost their life in a foreign land, others went to work and died in a pile or ruble.

One had a heart attack, another lost to cancer, some saved lives while others protected
There’s one who went to jail, one blessed as a preacher,
Another smokes pot and plays a mean bass.

[Chorus]

Rock On

There's an endless parade of elitist Bullingdon boys in British government... pretty paralleled everywhere else it seems... making sure the real world doesn't impinge on their values... so it goes...

DO WHAT YOU WANT

there’s no element of mystery 
there’s no shadow of a doubt
between the things you said you wished would be…
and how it all worked out…

you took the path of least resistance
as far as anyone could tell 
keeping track of your persistence 
And how it’s paying off so well
don’t you breathe..
like anyone would breathe
don’t you grieve…
like anyone would grieve

still you
do what you want
and you say what you like
you play every game
the way you want to
you stake every day 
one roll at a time
and everything works out
the way you want it to…

softly softly come the hard knocks
imperceptibly at first
between your landslide and the bedrock
don’t know which of them is worse…

You’re all so proud of your achievements 
This empty edifice you built
Where there’s no crime no misdemeanour
there’s no evidence of guilt

don’t you breathe..
like anyone would breathe
don’t you grieve…
like anyone would grieve

still you
do what you want
and you say what you like
you play every game
the way you want to
you wake every day 
with the world in your hands
and everything works out
the way you want it to…

you’re just  a mess of contradictions
still you can brush them all aside
replaced by more convenient fictions
And now there’s nothing you can’t hide

don’t you breathe..
like anyone would breathe
don’t you grieve…
like anyone would grieve

still you
do what you want
and you say what you like
you play every game
the way you want to
you wake every day 
with the world in your hands
and everything works out
the way you want it to…

Do What You Want

Saturday Morning

First line: 'I slept through a hurricane', is true. Posting now from New York, as Henri sails past and the city is bathed in tropical rain... and it's also where I first recorded the piano part, so it seems appropriate. A friend (who I am also visiting tonight) once  told me how he preferred songs that were written on piano to those on guitar. Since 100% of my songs on Soundcloud are guitar based, he inspired me to switch for this one. Serendipity.


WIDE AWAKE

i slept through a hurricane
i didn't feel the driving rain
i slumbered under thunder storms
i never heard those beating drums
but i won’t sleep tonight
I’m wide awake
no i won’t sleep tonight
i’m wide awake
and wide awake is all i wanted…

sleepwalking in the park
through the daylight into the dark
looking alive but falling apart
lost my way when I lost my heart
so i can’t sleep with you
I’m wide awake
no i can’t sleep with you
i’m wide awake
and wide awake is all i wanted…

you found me in this restless state
took me through that open gate
now every touch is what it seems
and all the world’s a fading dream
‘now i will sleep tonight
like i never slept
now i will sleep tonight
like i never slept before
now i will sleep with you
like i never have, now
I will sleep with you…
like i never slept 
like i never slept before…

Wide Awake

This is a song of human oppression that has existed in our world since the beginning of time and unfortunately continues to exist to this very day.
Featuring the heartfelt vocals of Tony Mac.
Written and performed by Kluane Takhini

YouTube: https://youtu.be/7K-KpcLrWeo
Spotify:  https://open.spotify.com/track/0FAN6EF1ilODZH3zzUgcKe?si=062eed509edf4fa3
... and all other streaming platforms.

When We Were Free

Mark Zimmerman is an emerging singer/songwriter from the musical shores of Liverpool. With influences ranging from Neil Young to Oasis, his distinctive style provides an exciting boost to the indie rock genre.

Mark released his debut single 'Ride' on 1st May 2021. His single was featured on BBC introducing North West radio and listed on their 'Sunday Chills' playlist.

His upcoming release 'By Your Side' will be available to stream and download on all major platforms on 24th March. 

Rock and Roll will never die!

© 2023 Mark Zimmerman All Rights Reserved

Contact - m.brad1@live.co.uk

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