I like how the guitar play makes you travel. Maybe adding some pan can increase the feeling. Well done!

really cool artistic pic and this track sounds industrial good

Love it! Great work guys, as always. Keep rocking! Peace!

love the guitar so original keep up the good work man

Was looking for something like this all day

Great stuff! Those guitars just grab your attention!

Official Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=566YOd5_974

Breath in soothing air to calm your nerves
Watching, waiting, to fill my reserves
The scenic route is usually a dumb idea
Believing we would not get lost in fear

Let love´s creation in
Lessons awaiting

Oh, I can see it in your eyes
I´m not alone, I can see through your disguises
Because I long for you taste and for your touch
And for your love not to forget me
I don´t want to run

Seeing, feeling where we're coming from
Wondering, pondering what I´m running from
Oftentimes shortcuts end up in detours
The steady path will lead me back to you

Let all narration fade
Stillness pulsating

Oh, I can see it in your eyes
I´m not alone, I can see through your disguises
Because I long for you taste and for your touch
And for your love not to forget me
I don´t want to run

Sparkle 345

Brain Waves - Robert Grigg & Combstead

I am Ok now Doctor...

You can dream of anything
Can’t dream away this life
Sticks & stones all the broken bones
Be grateful you survived

So many things that can colour your world
Hard work is just part of the fight
Create smoke & mirrors to disguise all the hurt
Forgetting the lessons we learned
Opportunities come by like ships in the night
Don’t let them keep passing you by
Don’t let them keep passing you by
Don’t let them keep passing you by by by

You can dream of anything
Can’t dream away this life
Sticks & stones all the broken bones
Be grateful you survived

Something keeps pushing you to bathe in the light
So out of the shadows you turn
We all fall at one time trying to do what is right
All the bruises you thought you deserved
So drown in your sorrow lose all those around
You don’t really share their concerns

You can dream of anything
Can’t dream away this life
Sticks & stones all the broken bones
Be grateful you survived

Underneath the willow tree
Is where the demons lie
Sticks & stones that no one knows
Be thankful you’re alive

You step up to battle though no ones at war
Dreams end up all on the floor
Only one thing can stop you as you look at yourself
Motivation awaits you at dawn

You can dream of anything
Can’t dream away this life
Sticks & stones all the broken bones
Be grateful you survived

You can dream
Sticks & stones all the broken bones
Be grateful you survived

Single

Smoke & Mirrors

I'm Calling for You

Running backwards and I'm going nowhere
We all know I can't keep up at this pace
Barley treading and nothing grows here
All I want is to get out of this place

And it feels just like Quicksand
I'm Going Down

Got no grip and I'm sinking quickly
How I wish I was back on solid ground
Start to slip as the world gets shifty
Can't help but feel I'm going down

And it feels just like Quicksand
I'm Going Down

QuickSand

Hold On is a rock anthem, which can be used for any cause. Whether you support the war in Ukraine, want to be heard on the amount of violence in our big cities, or just want a fair political systems that represents everyone. Hold On is also a song about standing up to hate speech, rioting for the sake of rioting, and standing up against political corruption on both sides. Whatever your cause is. Hold On is for you.

Hold On

Where's the time that you had on your side?
Where's a bottle to drink when you need it?
Where's a father to set you to task?
Where's a mother, who's there with a pass?

There's a field full of flowers and grass.
(full of ants and that)
Let's just say that it's somewhere in England.
(There's a maypole and all)
Maybe warmth from the sun of the day.
(no one's freezing and...)
Radiates from the Earth as if dreaming.
(no one cares about)
There's a crow watching you from a fence.
(he just watches and...)
No way for you to guess what he's thinking.
(while he's squawking away)
You, yourself, are just there, sitting around.
(lazy, dazing about)
Devoted to, just The Crow, just the thinking.

Let's insert in this scene, somewhat obviously seen.
An extraneous mass, which requires; a task.
Hey, ho, away we go!

There's a field framed with oak trees and beach.
Let's face facts that it's somewhere in England.
And the hum of the birds and the bees.
Fills you up in the still of the evening.
Oh, the tumbling cascading downs.
Are a never-ending dream of England.
That's it, boy, take a good look round.
(it's the last chance you'll get)
While the crows just sit watching and waiting.

Yet, insert in this scene international schemes.
Which the men undertake, for generals on the make.
Like a madman; half baked.
Stepping stones on a lake.
Oh no, down we go.

There's an old station there in the town.
(it's like Beamish. it's...)
Full of old iron keys and such sundries.
(very English and quiet)
And the wood there is aged and careworn.
(decorated and...)
And the empire remains in the features. 
(exonerated and...)
There's a comfort in old-fashioned things.
(it's like Beamish. it's...)
Reminding us that we're deeply rooted.
(very English and quiet)
To a time and a place and scene.
(a time and a place and a scene)
But a murder of crows could remove it. 
(a time and a place and a scene)

Let's insert in this scene, somewhat obliquely seen.
An external great mass, which requires a task.
Which you must undertake,
with forbearance and haste.
Oh no, down we go. 

Haul the sails, and set the course,
we're sailing out to sea.
Those in the midship, chart the course,
the route that's planned for we.
Set the tiller.
Haul the sail.
Chart the course.
Or else...
we'll fail.

Oh no! to the crows we go!
Oh no! to the crows we go!
Oh no! to the crows we go!

Where's the time that you had on your side?
Where's the time that you wasted on dreaming?
Where's the friends that you need by your side?
Passing by just along for a ride. 

Oh, these were your days.
Oh, this could be the making of you.
Oh, no need for delay.
The whole nation expects such great things for you.

Oh, these were your days.
Oh, this should be the making of you.
Oh, no need for dismay.
The whole nation expects such great things of you.
For England.

Where's your God? Can he keep you alive?
Where's your God? what? is anyone winning?
When your God is a dream for the spring.
Where's he now? amongst most other things?

Where's your God now your lain on the grass?
Where's your God while you lay out here dying?
Where's your God now that nobody knows?
That you're lying in a field full of crows. 

Oh, those were the days,
Oh, they're really a testament to you.
Oh, surrounded by crows,
Crows are suddenly circling you.
For England!



The Crows

Tin Pan Alley written by Bradley the Ward. 

Tin Pan Alley

Running Again

Not By The Hair Of Oliver Reed's Weird Little Moustache.

Last straw boy, the party's over.
Take a handsaw, not a four leaf clover.
Now there's no place left for any thinking.
Got to live clean, give up the drinking.

At fifteen, you just went, seeking out some kind of action.
Never received any warning about the cold.

You got vodka, yellow fingers.
You got shaking hands, the tension lingers.
Oh, bad breath, burning morning sun. 
Never facing up to what you've become.

At twenty-two, you're just out looking for primal attraction.
Nobody warns you what it really means to get old.
You get old. 

Oh, if the hallway lights on, they're behind the sofa.
If the girl is leaving, it's the lies that he told her.
There's a feint aroma that there's no mistaking.
There's a bag of tricks and a wagon quaking. 

At thirty, your just wanting any kind of distraction. 
Nobody told you there'd be years out in the cold.

It's been five years since I quit the drinking.
Looking back now, I don't know what I was thinking.
Oh, twenty years spent inebriated.
All fucking up and getting hated.

The only thing I'm missing out on is spiritual action.
It's just one way for men to stop themselves getting old.
They get old.

Oh, I never saw myself as the type of guy.
The type that would say no.
Oh, I never wanted the perfect life.
I just wanted things to be so.

Oh, I never saw myself as a quiet man.
I never saw myself getting old.
Oh, I never waned when the wind did blow.
I never sheid away from the cold 

Oliver Reed's Weird Little Moustache

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