[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

A musical love letter to the man who raised fire and laughter, with wheels under his soul and stories in his wake.
For the one who still believes the best thrills take time.
Dedicated to Arnulf, “Ulven” 🛻🌌

Wolf in the Skies

© 2025 WhoaProductions – All Rights Reserved

Carried out 
Into the night 
Against my will
Beseeching death 
As if it were 
Some thrill. 
Selling my 
Honor for 
The value of 
A dollar. 
Not knowing 
Of a sponsor. 
Accepting my faith 
As my hand begins 
To shake. 
Puncturing my soul 
As a mind 
Looks to forsake. 
The actions of me 
As the angels 
Wait for my  
Choice to see. 
This immovable 
Blockage 
In front of me. 
The spark  
Of light 
As I quiver 
In fright. 
Lurching in 
The shadow’s plight 
The call 
To the light 
As the paramedics 
Work with 
All their might. 
Glimpses 
With delight 
That the mind 
Can see  
In the night. 
The awakening 
Of me 
Is the realization 
Of being subjected 
To what is free. 
The choice 
To breathe 
And follow 
The soul 
That’s purpose  
Is to lead. 
I bless 
The holiness 
In me. 
In silence 
And true  
Humility. 
“I am not a body 
I am free 
For I am 
Still as God 
Created me.” 
“Art is a lie 
That makes us 
Realize 
The truth.”

Picasso Said

The Fall of a King

FREE DOWNLOAD - Written after the loss of my own brother and for anyone  else that's experienced the loss of a loved one via Suicide. Much love x

We All Fall Down

Deliver me from pain

remind-me.mp3

Cloud-gap, moon-cracked sky.
Neon splits colors through rain.
Drunk monk builds his altar
from parts of a busted crane.
Chrome-jaw saints
blink blue in a strobe.
The preacher’s tongue
a copper load.

He wipes motor oil from his palms,
dips two fingers into faith.
Anoints his head with axle grease—
(a-men) —
then sees what he made.

Machine don’t sleep,
it whispers his name.
Choir of wires —
a gospel proclaimed.
He shouts the Word,
feedback loops out pain.
Scrapyard dream machine,
got God on the brain.

Streetlight eyes shine
on wet concrete.
He downloads forgiveness,
hands out code to meat.
Girl in glass heels
juggles coins for sin.
Her eyes say (hallelujah) —
then she begs again.

He swaps her pulse for a prayer,
battery sparks on skin.
Signal cuts the noise —
(static) —
skulls light up from within.

Machine don’t sleep,
it whispers his name.
Choir of wires —
gospel unchained.
He shouts the Word,
feedback loops out pain.
Back alley dream machine,
got God on the brain.

Circuits twitch, old sins unstained.
Crosses spot-welded to rust and chain.
He cranks the dial on the choir —
crowd repeats the refrain.

He spits chants in the mic.
Echo screams, squeals, bleeds.
Bouncing off the walls,
makes a cave from their needs.
Machine, priest, congregation —
shadows dance in the steam.

God Machine (B-Side)

The Day the Sky Fell Down on Derry

Warm acoustic ensembles blending Mediterranean and Hebrew folk motifs with Western chamber jazz harmony. That's a mouthful- and by design... a pleasant EARFUL too! Enjoy :)

Psalm 119 QOF

Heartbeat Highway (reprise)  by Tony Gibbs
All rights reserved © ℗ 2025 Tony Gibbs

I still remember that first night,
You climbin’ in with that half-smile light.
Windows down, a brand-new road,
Two tired hearts with a heavy load.
Funny how the smallest spark
Can shake the quiet in the dark—
I didn’t know it then, but true,
That drive was leadin’ me to you.

On that heartbeat highway,
Where the stars looked close
And the world felt far away—
Wind in your hair,
Your laugh in mine,
Two lost souls findin’ the same line.
No map, no plan,
Just fate on display—
Oh, love began
On that heartbeat highway.

Now years have written on our skin,
But I still feel that spark again
Every time you brush my hand
Or say my name the way you can.
We’ve seen dawns and storms and change,
But nothing made that night grow strange—
It lives inside us like a flame,
Burnin’ soft but just the same.

On that heartbeat highway,
Where something fragile
Found a place to stay—
Two hearts jumpin’,
One story born,
A promise whispered
Long before the morn’.
Whatever life brings
Come night or day—
My heart still runs
On that heartbeat highway.

God Machine (B-Side)

Myk Eff Records

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