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Simpler Motion

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30 years ago, we lost a good one on the set of The Crow.
To Brandon Lee, an enduring spirit of darkness and light.
We CAN overcome death with our impact.

Call your people today, let them know you love them.

For my dark friends, keep going. TD

SORROW

Celtic Bop  -  Remastered

low quality bass track that i completely forgot about.  lost in the archives 

Sleeping on the job

We never seem to have some					
Some time for us
And when we do it’s always
Always never much

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones

We should escape to somewhere					
Where we are free
Of all things that keep us
Just like empty trees

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones

With you								
With you
I just want to be with you
Just two
Us two
It’s time for us to renew

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones
 
With you								
With you
I just want to be with you
Just two
Us two
It’s time for us to renew

Although we live together						
Strangers are we
No time for growing flowers
To bloom eternally
Can’t you see
It must be

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go on holiday
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go on holiday
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go

Funky With You

Let's Go On Holiday

This song is about my grandfather's recitation of a traditional joke when he would pass a cemetery, he would say, "People are dying to get in there," and how this joke has transcended three generations of my family, with my own kids now reciting the joke. They have added, "....and the wait is killing them." Either way, the song is about how we live on after we die through the loved ones we leave behind. 
The lyrics on the recording are different than these lyrics posted. After I recorded this song, I returned to these lyrics and made changes so I could recite it as poetry. I added more imagery. I so appreciate the musicians and artists who support my work and only hope we can all continue to stay inspired and grow through our art. 



No Discord
Darren Sullivan: Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Tamborine
Josh Dylan Peters: Drums 

Lyrics:
They were thrown to the thieves
Into the sleeves with stolen cheese
Breaking into the floor lookin for more
With a gun at the door

And the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
Asking the questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past cemeteries –“Hey, Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds -winter was coming - better a blanket on bed

Living on the lake in the breeze
Got the balance that you need
Challenged by that week on the ledge
You made a pledge from behind the shed.

I was one of those guys that never complained 
When the couch got stained
But I felt the blame
So I learned to get tame 
On a verdurous plane

But the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
They ask questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past cemeteries, “Hey, Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds winter was coming better a blanket on bed

When we arrived we were met with their swords
We made peace through our music with no discord

We said that we don’t care
We don’t care when the snare hits the bear

Oh my god you threw it out!
Poison left to share
 Oh my god you gave up stout?
Better stop your stare
Best alive with blooded ties
Given up the cynical cares

And the kids read all day and read all night for the knowledge to grow
Asking the questions like a sinister punch in the nose.
Slaying jokes while driving past overgrown, familiar cemeteries “Hey Dad, people are dying to get in there!”
Looking for sleds -winter was coming- better a blanket on bed

Verdure

No Discord

Adding speed and precision to the arsenal

ULTRA EGO

Angry and Delusional

Sunday Ballad 2023 Remastered

Midnight Summer Dream

Spanish Love

Picture

All of the people throughout history
Who used the earth so thoughtlessly
Now there’s not much left for us at all
Cause our shortsighted ancestors dropped the ball

A hundred years ago the experts predicted
That we would ruin the earth
But the people persisted 
If we could turn back time and do it all again
Maybe this time the earth would be our friend

What a terrible awful mess we’ve made

The old people speak with a gleam in their eyes
Of childhood memories and clear crystal skies
They say that once the sky was blue
And children played upon the land

A hundred years ago the experts predicted
That we would ruin the earth
But the people persisted 
If we could turn back time and do it all again
Maybe this time the earth would be our friend

What a terrible awful mess we’ve made

They made such a mess such a godawful mess
I hope they at least had a good time
They lived so large off the fat of the land 
And now it’s payback time 

Our ancestors were shortsighted and now their children pay
Awakening each morning to greet the tainted day
Gazing out across an endless barren plain
No more amber waves of grain

If we could turn back time and do it all again
Maybe this time the earth would be our friend

What a terrible awful mess we’ve made

They made such a mess such a godawful mess
I hope they at least had a good time
They lived so large off the fat of the land 
And now it’s payback time

Picture

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