She's The One

No Regrets

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Outrageous

This track was submitted to a local church's songwriting project during the 2014 but it got ignored. After burying the track for almost a decade, eventually we've managed to remaster the song with our new production skill and DIY vocal. Fortunately everything goes well and just like what we've imagined! This is Parallel Universe, a gift from our younger self to our loyal listeners! Enjoy!

Mother Nature

Parallel Universe

Tidal Whispers

Dropouts

HAY SOL EN EL DESIERTO 

https://youtu.be/VNR5wlM59q4

"Vea que yo soy de Tlanchinol,
ahí yo me amarrarro, me sacarro, 
ellos, ellos, 
vea que yo voy a cambiar así na'
con mis zapatos de México, na'má". 

Es ayer, era hoy,
alumbrasteme, acuérdate:
polen, flores, hay sol en el desierto.

Será ayer, fue mañana,
arrancasteme, acuérdate:
polen, flores, cactus en el desierto.

No es ayer, no era hoy,
ausentasteme, acuérdate:
polen, flores, hay sol en el desierto.


Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Hay sol en el desierto

I AM A PUNK
Music by Overdrive & Marc Freak

Check out the promo video on Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C_mTDqvNwTF/

Another incredibly fun partnership with the always brilliant Marc Freak.

A prolific musician, author, photographer and (as he defines himself) oddity, Marc's influences range from the lo-fi pop of Guided by Voices to the gothic melodrama of Nick Cave, via the glam of Bowie and the rawness of Iggy Pop. Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe, an experiment in DIY and lo-fi. A visit to Marc Freak's Soundcloud page is an absolute must:
https://soundcloud.com/marcfreak

Some of my previous collabs with Marc:
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/skinny-jeans
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/if-the-kids-wanna-dance
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/dont-care
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/blast

Hope you like the song. 😉

LYRICS
I AM A PUNK

I am a punk
I don't know who Taylor Swift is
I made a best friend a sandwich and I filled it with my jizz
I am a punk
I spat my spit into a crowd
I do all I'm not allowed and I sing it out aloud
I am a punk

I dyed my my hair all green
I don't know where I've been and my breath's obscene
I am a punk
I have holes in both my socks
Scars from chicken pox
Yet my girlfriend is a fox
I am a punk

I am a punk
With a ring right through my nose
And I'll show my middle finger in a striking pose
I am punk
I'll listen to what I wanna
This life is no fun and I think I'll do a runner
I am a punk

I'm stinking with a sweat
I've shunned all I've met
And I've got a rabid pet
I am a punk
My middle names' Ramone
I have a 90's mobile phone and I weigh just 9 stone
I am a punk

My best mate is called Sid
He cut his finger trying to open up a bottle of cider lid
I am a punk
I've got an STD
A loving family who think the world of me
I am a punk

I'm just punking around doing nothing
But these eyes are warm and loving for the right person

I am a punk
I saw what your neighbour did
So I stole the box of drugs that he so lovingly hid
I am a punk
I just sit against the wall
And shout abuse at all whilst I listen to The Fall
I am a punk

77 still seems fresh
My shirt is made of mesh
I've got a tattoo on my flesh
I am a punk
I squeezed a spot of yellow pus
I ride home on the double decker bus
And there's a punk in each of us
I am a punk

I'm just punking around doing nothing
But these eyes are warm and loving

I Am A Punk

I constructed this track and I asked Annie if she felt inspired to put any words to it. she said "yes, defo, if her dream fairies come through with them." And they did ... seems they couldn't wait... which was great ... except that it was at four o'clock this morning!

Here's what came through:

WORDS:

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown.
But over the years, I realised .... it was real, it was my loved ones singing me home.

When the day is dark, and the night is long...in the still, small hours I hear their song.
The road less travelled can be full of stones, but their song makes the journey seem not so long.
When I meet the devil, at the crossing, and I have to choose right, from wrong,
I follow their attunement, and soon find, that where once I was weak, I am strong

Now the sun is glowing red, and the shadows growing longer, their song is sounding out... even louder
Rising to a crescendo, as every sacrifice is cheered, every last injury and pain is honoured,
Pulling me up the steep, craggy pathway of that last mountain I have to climb,
Until I’m released from the valley of the shadow of death, ruled by Old Father Time.

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown.
But over the years ...I've seen that it’s real, and that it’s my loved ones singing me home.

© Lyrics and vocal, copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2024
© Music and cover art, copyright Mark Combstead, August 2024

Our way home - Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

a new start (cewer)

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K.Mahon-guitarist/writer
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