We're always looking for another chance at something. Life isn't always like a video game though.

First time for banjo on one of my tracks! Just seemed like it needed it!

Second Chances

Voici une nouvelle chanson composée en toute fin d'année.

J'ai essayé de revenir en enfance, à ce moment où la lumière s'éteint et la porte se ferme derrière maman…

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/qImKg52fCJg

Peur

In a dark, dark place, in a dark, dark wood.
You found your hiding place?
Because I think you should.
It's obscene.
You're out there looking pretty green.

You stand upon the hill, above the darkest town.
You like to waste your time.
You all just hang around.
Remaining seen.
It's no surprise, you're pretty green.

I can see your faults.
Can you see my needs?
Through the screen.
I can see your outline against the moon.
Pretty green.

Upon a lonely street, there is a golden house.
Even the quietest man can start the loudest shouts.
Fuck your machine.
Oh, my fucking God you are green.

In a dark, dark room, and down a dark, dark stair.
There is a hiding place, and we should hide in there.
Living the dream?
A pretty green flying machine.

You can't  hide your faults.
Can you meet my needs?
Hidden screams.
I can't make your outline against the sun.
It's all green.

You can't read my thoughts.
You wont get inside.
Just unseen.
Can you take me out from amongst the noise.
That's all green.
A pretty green flying machine.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Pretty Green [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

This number discribes the fear for a nuclear war and the coming of the Nuclear winter.

Fallout

Cover of ...Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

...Baby One More Time

The Lights Go On, The Music Dies

You Were Meant For Me

Time To Get Away

1. Justletmebeme (With girly.)

My Wife
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

Bit by bit small things pile up
And then one day they fill the cup
But to the end she is my life
Nothing to do, I love my wife

[bridge]

She has all sorts, of weird ideas
She drives me up a tree
And what she says, most of the time
Don't make much sense to me

She spends her  days, on her computer
She looks up all sorts of things
Sometimes it's food, or some strange potion
She fills her head with curious notions

She then complains about how I am
But she must see, something in me
She sticks around, most of the time
Somedays I really think she's mine

[instrumental]

Bit by bit small things pile up
And then one day they fill the cup
But to the end she is my life
Nothing to do, I love my wife

[bridge]

She loves dogs and little kids
She would spend her life with them
But most of all she loves her phone
And never leaves the thing alone

She talks of plants and growing food
But then she kills them where they stood
She thinks the world is going to end
That's not so crazy, why pretend

She's always worried about her looks
Puts dabs of cream in every nook
But it's too late, no longer matters
I would like her torn and tattered

mmmmmmmmmmmmm

But it's too late, no longer matters
I would love her torn and tattered

But it's too late, no longer matters
I would love her torn and tattered

[outro]
[instrumental]

Bit by bit small things pile up
And then one day they fill the cup
But to the end she is my life
Nothing to do, I love my wife

My Wife

Open Up
My eyes and find
It lies within
And not without
Today I woke up
And I spoke up
Even choked up
And I doubt
That we are here
In all it seems
To be a scheme
To keep us here
It keeps circling down
And down

Realize your
Soul can fly
Beyond the side
Of your best friend
Take her hand
And understand
Our seed was planted
In a distant land
But you are here
And so am I
A moment's laugh
And then we die
It keeps circling down
And down

...Baby One More Time

Mafew Van de Maxville