Copy of Glenny G's One Man Band

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚

This was an idea that had been kicking around in my head for a while. 
Then I wrote the lyrics while lying on a sun bed on my hols. 
A story about two men dating the same woman and having to share her. Their not happy but she’s enjoying them both for different reasons. 
One man has the cash to flash the other is partially broke but she’s enjoying them both equally for different reasons. 
They all know the score but can’t make up their minds to just walk away. 
I’m sure this goes on but this is just a tongue in cheek that’s  a little giggle of a song and to put a smile on your face while listening. 
And no it’s not from my past experiences  lol. 
Thanks as always to Mike for just being the best as always, converting sketch’s into full blown productions while making me laugh on the way. Last but not least Kim for her sultry vocal contributions that had a bit of Beautiful South Magic. 
Both are a true professionals & a pleasure to work with once we have dragged Kim out the pub. 
This Sound Society gives you ……
3 Point Love Affair 

(Brownie, Fox & Kim) 

V1
I like to wine & dine you in the best 
Restaurants Mitchell star
It’s Gregg’s or Maccies on the bus cause this man he don’t own a car
(It really doesn’t matter because I getting the best of both )
It really doesn’t matter boys because we are all getting daily oats )
In the morning it’s salmon with poached eggs on french one sided posh toast 
It’s a strong brew & cornflakes & another notch on the bedpost 

Chorus 

If only we could make up  our minds 
If only this was a sign of the  times
In this three point love affair x2


V2
I can’t share you anymore with this caveman neanderthal 
Hey pretty boy it’s not all about you you don’t  have a clue
(I’m enjoying this boys can’t we stay close 
I’m enjoying this boys wait to see what’s under my coat ) 
Good night Neanderthal I hope you have the worst nightmares 
Look pretty boy just remember I’m the other side of our share 

Chorus 
G C
If only we could make up  our minds 
If only this was a sign of the  times
GDEm
In this three point love affair ……repeat to end 








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3 Point Love Affair - This Sound Society

LAURIE: Vocals, Lyrics, Keyboard, Composition.
SANDERS: Guitar, Drums, Bass.

THE KING’S VOICE (Laurie Schubert and Sanders)

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

FEARS FOR DREAM

Aliens talk

Written by Glenny G ( October 1st 2025 )
Run Another Mile  ( Poem )
One single moment , your out of time
This has to be or you fall behind
And then you find it , you want to be
All of the things that you said to me
You keep on running , Running another mile 
You keep on running , Running another mile

Your full of love , Your full of hate
Laying down when you wait
So divine , inside the jade
You run along and you find your way
And keep on running , running another mile
And keep on running , Running another mile

Your sick of time , Your sick of faith 
Your sick of all the human race
Your hardened heart , Your head in hand
Your hoping for a place to land
SOLO ( Guitar )
You keep on running , Running another mile
You keep on running , Running another mile........

Run Another Mile ( Original with Lyrics )

rock paper

Ottoaso Ahsove (I Can't Turn Around)

I simply combined modern dance music with classical music and it really works

Symphony Of Hope Eternal

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“The avant garde is dead. That is its triumph. Let it lie.” - Chris Cutler in “Not As We Choose: Music, Memory and Technology”. (Highly recommended!)

“… there is increasingly less call to exercise an already too rare generosity of aesthetic hospitality.” - Chris Cutler

" Music is one of the great Mysteries. It gives life. It is not a career, nor a business, nor a craft. It is a gift... and a great responsibility. Because one can never know where the creative spark comes from or why it exists, it must be treasured as a Mystery. For the most part I believe creativity chooses you, not the other way around." - John Zorn (excerpt from the liner notes to 'Magick')

“Listen as if you were being told a secret” - Federico Fellini

“Experimental and electronic music was once not-so-benignly tolerated at the margins of western art music, but it has over the last decade or so moved toward a central position as something of the soundtrack of our digital culture. Where it once was merely tolerated it is now more engaged and doesn’t have to apologize to anyone”.  - Douglas Kahn 

"Through technology, voices are amplified and silence is broken. Spaces are shared." – Laurie Anderson

"I frequently hear music in the heart of noise." - George Gershwin

"'Tis an ill wind that blows no minds." - 
Malaclypse the Younger in 'Principia Discordia'

“Let us cross a great modern capital with our ears more alert than our eyes and we will get enjoyment from distinguishing the eddying of water, air and gas in metal pipes, the grumbling noises that breathe and pulse with indisputable animility, the palpitation of waves, the coming and going of pistons, the howl of mechanical saws, the jolting of the tram on its rails, the cracking of whips, the flapping of curtains and flags. We enjoy creating mental orchestrations of crashing down of metal shop blinds, slamming doors, the hubbub and shuffle of crowds, the variety of din from the stations, railways, iron foundries, spinning mills, printing works, electric power stations and underground railways.” — Luigi Russolo in 'The Art of Noises' (L'arte dei Rumori)

Urban Dictionary (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mesmo)
(New Norberian English)

1. lit. in a state of mesmerism, hypnotism; in a trance
2. in a state of bewilderment or confusion, daydreaming; 'out of it'
3. mind bogglingly awesome, spellbinding, captivating

(1) "He swung that watch in front of her face and she got all mesmo"
(2) "When the teacher called me to the board I had just woken up and was still pretty mesmo"
(3) "The new N64 cartridge is totally mesmo, bro”

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