THE LONG WAY DOWN

Polar Funk

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Day Of Opportunity (Single Version)

Sunday Boyz

Here's a song I had that I sent over to my boy Brandon Sweeney who's the ultimate songsmith.  He took this piece I wrote gave it the ol' Sweeney twist and this is now the wonderful results of that.  Enjoy and do be sure to crank this to 11.

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*** Old Songs, new mix and master. reimaged

All Music Stuff by me.  

Photo by Catlin Calin at Pixabay

Tease

i present Lonely Hearts 2 🙏🏻🌴🖤

finally brought to fruition

artwork : Aidan Murphy
mixing & mastering : https://soundcloud.com/user-647982868?ref=clipboard&p=i&c=0&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

I-I-I felt like we 
were in the movies
undoing my belt
could get caught
And you knew it

living fast cuz we’re young
And we’re stupid
Breaking all the norms
And rules we abusing


Laid out in the car
tangled In the backseat
Had staring you at the stars  that when you asked me

is it all for real
or is it real for the moment

I don’t wanna turn my back
N walk away from an explosion


I hear your laugh and
 it fucks with my head
What if it doesn’t work 
out in the end
Can’t be dwelling on
what lies ahead
when I have u now 
it lays my mind to rest 

I felt like we 
were in the movies
undoing my belt
could get caught
And you knew it

living cuz we’re young
And we’re stupid
Breaking all the norms
And rules we abusing

Hear you walk away
Please don’t stray
give me another day
i know I could make you sway

never meant to leave you 
in the rain
i know you’re to sweet
and you’ll melt away
so baby won’t you stay

Now youre gone 
(I think I blacked out)

Oh you wanna run away?

Yesterday we were fine now you’ve backed out
(Now you backed out)

All my strings left to fray

All my chips are in and you cashed out
(And you cashed you)

Guess thats how its gotta be

Don’t wanna play again unless u coming back around (coming back around)

I felt like we 
were in the movies
undoing my belt
could get caught
And you knew it

now we’ve played the game
And it appears that im losing
Was gonna walk away
But you beat me too it

Blacked Out Hearts

****Reimaged from September 2020 release, with additional new mixes


All music written, performed, recorded by me.

Connor and Isaac Nix are featured on "Can You Come Out To Play?"

Art by Ogutier (Pixabay)

A very special thanks to Kahlan Davis and Dani Ford.

Thanks for listening!!!

Synthphony (Reimaged)

Where Do I Go From Here? (Conductor Mix)

[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

Sha-zam
Boom-boom-boom
(Heads up!)
Sha-zam
Boom-boom-boom-bam
(I’m a riddle!)
Sha-zam
Guess who I am?
(I keep everyone’s secret)
Sha-zam
Guess who I am?
(But I’m a riddle. I’m your riddle, so riddle me out)

When you plunged headlong into the lights
that’s when you first cried of not being ready for me.
I sat frail in every one of your classrooms,
my breathing made your teachers unsteady, nay, wobbly.

Been tossed out
a whole lot more than I’ve been carried.
But you can only have me 
either dead or buried!

I'm an easy kill—you can murder me a thousand times.
In the dead of night I’ll crash through your weatherproof doors.
You can bury me and I’ll be good and alive—
I'll sing with the banshees under your floors!

You can have me either dead or buried.
Can’t have me both dead and buried!
You can have me either dead or buried.
No-one’s ever had me both dead and buried.

When they told you the good ones never die (and then what to do)
is when I howled out you should come lookin’ for me.
I laugh sickly but my passage no walls can deny.
My heaving crescent makes confessors flushed and fumbly.

Been crossed out
a whole lot more than married.
But you can only have me
either dead or buried!

You can have me either dead or buried.
You can’t have me both dead and buried.
My harsh embrace makes even sages wary.
No-one’s ever found me both dead and buried.

(dead or, dead or) (buried)
(dead or, dead or, dead or) (buried)

And when you let me pick you up you’ll be confused.
(it works if you’re confused)
I can’t drown the buzz of a billion self-medicatin’ hornets
(self-medicatin’)
But at least your trust will never be abused
(not ever)
like those who turned your vigor into rigor mortis...

Most can take me only dead or buried.
Few can handle neither dead nor buried.
They can flaunt me only dead or buried.
You should want me
though I’m dressed in dread
my garbs all woven in thread
that’s indisputably incredible
and most spectacularly varied

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