My mate played in goal for Falkirk!!!! ⚽️🧤

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this too dope wow , digigng the amazing beat 😍🔥

A.J. Kaufmann on guitar
SA on drums, keyboards, production

Run Play Now

Glory Storm

Sound Animal X A.J. Kaufmann - - Glory Storm

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Daffodil

Song 5

Daffodil

162BPM

GMAJOR

Lyrics

Let me tell ya bout the birds and the bees
Bird saw bee and she wanted to eat
Down down with the tip a the beak
Now turn around 
Cause I'm tryna spend time wit the peach
Take me too the honey
Meet me by the tree near the deer and the bunny
Have a beer in the shade cause it's sunny
And maybe we can live a life that isn't about running
At least I'm trying something 

You were a dancing daffodil
And I was a bird migrating south of the earth
I think I might’ve found my next meal
Why settle for worms?
When you make sense of my virgin birth

Keen eye for a special somethin
Kite high we don’t fight over nothin
Generations of the same old things
Recycle the past in our own names 
In our own names 

You were a dancing daffodil
And I was a bird migrating south of the earth
I think I might’ve found my next meal
Why settle for worms?
When you make sense of my virgin birth

Rewind
Inside out
I feel everything at once

You don't gotta a lie to get a peak behind the curtain
I gets high sometimes it's a burden
Then I stung her three times 
That's a Birdy
You don't gotta a lie to get a peak behind the curtain

You were a dancing daffodil

You were a dancing daffodil
And I was a bird migrating south of the earth
I think I might’ve found my next meal
Why settle for worms?
When you make sense of my virgin birth

So I
I will go on
With you deep in the pit of my stomach 
And I will cherish you
And think of you more than I wanted to
My daffodil

Buffalo Avenue

Daffodil

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Daffodil

Jeff Bezos builds his rocket ship.
Which for some reason's shaped like a massive d*ck.
He's putting his ship in outer space.
He's doing it for the whole human race.

Jeffy boys deserving of all our thanks. 
He's making the people sing and dance
By doing the same thing as sixty years ago. 
But not quite as well or high he goes.

Richard Branson builds a plane to fly.
His thunderbird thing into the sky.
He's paid off some blokes who've got the  brains.
With money, he's left over from on the trains.

This is why he can't pay tax.
And this is how he's paying us back. 
For creating a fantastic society. 
Where a few blokes profit massively.

Elon sits like Scrooge McDuck.
Pretending to be cool and to give no f**ks.
He's banging on about electric cars. 
Hes freaky f**king bast**d aiming for the stars.

Whats his company's even do?
Does anyone have a f**king clue?
Richest man because he said that he would be so.
Hes shooting off so we must watch him go.

Jeff Bezos shoots his massive ship.
Into the amazon rainforest
Antarctic ice can cool his drinks.
He barely cares what you lot think.

As long you keep buying clothes.
Not worrying where your money goes.
Wanting stuff and buying it.
We'll have to deal with space age pr**ks.




Jeff Bezos

Mid tempo rock song, arranged, written, performed & produced by JH for Swamp Music Productions. Mike Charlton - drums
Recorded & mastered at Rockbarn Studios UK.
(c)&(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Twisted Love - John Hardman

I Will Wait

Tomorrow

Translation above 

Texte de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Barbe à papa

Sur des chemins de cathédrales où les hommes s’égarent, je ne distingue plus que quelques corps…    livides.
Ma main est toute moite.
L’horloge a dû sonner…
Le coq ne chante plus. On lui a coupé les ailes pour qu’il ne puisse en rien gêner le voisinage.

Le canon a tonné du haut des citadelles, là où le son des cris se hume au creux des vagues.

Je serpente des tombes à deux doigts du massacre.
Ils ont bu du vin chaud venu de l’au-delà, et j’écrasais des dogmes de mes pieds de salaud.

NE SIGNEZ PAS ! JAMAIS SUR DES LIVRES DE MESSES !

Déconnectez les portes de ces maisons faciles où l’on vous donne à boire des relents de sagesse.
La sagesse ? Eh ! mon cul ! Ça se boit à minuit avec des camarades et quelques chats complices, muets comme des carpes, roulés dans leur pelisse.
Un vrai cadeau de Dieu ? Si Dieu il y a… sans voile et sans barbe à papa…

Enfin, je mets les voiles avec vous, mes seigneurs. Je débarquerai là, sous des portes cochères pour y nourrir le Diable de quelques salaisons à crever de plaisir, et de chaînes rouillées.
Vous, qui souffrez tout seuls. Non de non, camarades !

Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Text by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

Cotton candy

On cathedral roads where men go astray, I can only make out a few bodies... livid.
My hand is all sweaty.
The clock must have struck...
The rooster has stopped crowing. His wings have been clipped so he can't disturb the neighbors.

The cannon has thundered from the top of the citadels, where the sound of cries can be heard in the hollow of the waves.

I snake from the graves to the slaughter.
They drank mulled wine from beyond, and I crushed dogmas with my bastard feet.

DO NOT SIGN! NEVER ON MASS BOOKS!

Unlock the doors of those easy houses where you're fed the whiff of wisdom.
Wisdom? Eh! my ass! It's drunk at midnight with comrades and a few accomplice cats, mute as carp, rolled up in their fur.
A true gift from God? If there is a God... with no veil and no cotton candy...

At last, I set sail with you, my lords. I'll disembark there, under the porte cochere, to feed the Devil a few salted meats to burst with pleasure, and rusty chains.
You, who suffer alone. No, no, comrades!

Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

sick on my cock/ MY GIRL

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