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We Can Never Be Saved

We Can Never Be Saved - With DJayz Shadow

Imagine you're in the 1950s and the only things you enjoy is your red shiny car and your family. It's time to hit the pedal to metal and rock. No idea what made me write some black humour blues about drinking and driving, but you won't stop dancing once you hit the play button. Special thanks to the whole band, who really rocked this.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, lyrics, programming, arrangement, production
DJ Clark: vocals
Mark Koschwitz: harmonica, composition, solo
Joe Liberty: guitar, composition, solo
Dragondreams: bass

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https://soundcloud.com/joearl55
https://www.dragondreams.org.uk


==== Lyrics ====

Everybody's got real big problems
Not everything is worth a fight
The atmosphere is not always solemn
Can't get a hold of my car tonight

Oh oh, I turn the key, oh oh
And put the pedal to the metal - and rock!

Mama told me not to drive fast,
Behave well, commit no crime
Two pints of beer won't make my pain last
I got no pity for a dime

Oh oh, I turn the key, oh oh
And put the pedal to the metal - let’s rock!

Uh, look what you made me do
All pumped up with fuel
I reek of gasoline
And put the pedal to the metal and rock
And put the pedal to the metal and rock

The wind is blowing into my face
Fallen leaves late in September
So fucking tired of this rat race
Thank God I modified the camber

Oh oh, I took it easy, oh
And put the pedal to the metal - and rock!

Guardian angels burst in laughter
When my car got out of control
Another man who leaves two daughters
That's the price for rock'n'roll

Oh oh, I turned the key, oh oh
And put the pedal to the metal - and rocked!

And put the pedal to the metal - and rocked!
And put the pedal to the metal - and rocked!

Pedal To Metal

Time Machines (2024) Anthology CD1 Track 04

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

The Hollow Men

A Curious Case

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[Verse 1]
He keeps a crowbar under his seat,
Just in case the past comes back with teeth
Got a Polaroid of better days
Taped to a dash that don’t behave
They say he cracked when his brother died
Left the church, but kept the light
Now he hums old hymns through cigarette smoke
Like grace is a joke he almost gets

[Chorus]
If the town paints you wrong, wear the coat
Stitch your truth into every hole
You don’t owe 'em shame, don’t play that role —
Even ghosts wear halos

[Verse 2]
She’s got blue chalk on her knees,
Teaching numbers to a baby with her daddy’s grin
Flips pancakes at the diner dawn
Then dreams of desert towns she’s never been
She bought boots with her tips last week
Got a map with red X’s for every “maybe”
They say “bless her heart,” but not to her face
Like sweet little girls can’t burn this place

[Chorus]
If they call you a flame, let it glow
Don’t shrink down just to soothe their soul
You don’t owe 'em slow, don’t walk that road —
Even ghosts wear halos

[Bridge]
Some nights the stars feel like scars
Burning old names into your heart
But you’re more than the stories told
You’re fire in a world gone cold

[Chorus]
If they won’t let you live it down
Then build a life they can’t burn out
You don’t owe 'em low, you don’t owe 'em no —
Even ghosts wear halos

Ghost Town Halo

Verse 1)
Alarm clock’s ringing’, I’m up and gone,
Another long day, got to keep moving’ on.
Clocking’ in early, staying’ up late,
Ain’t got time for takin’ no breaks.

(Chorus)
Got a little bit of hustling’ on the side,
Stacking’ up dollars, trying’ to get by.
Working’ these hands ‘til the work is done,
Working on  over time  for that   dollar   ----


(Verse 2)
Sellin’ firewood out of  my  truck,
Fixing’ old bikes just to make a buck.
Playing’ dive bars on a Friday night,
Anything I can to keep the bills light.

(Chorus)
Got a little bit of hustling’ on the side,
Stacking’ up dollars, trying’ to get by.
Working’ these hands ‘til the work is done,
Working on  over time  for that   dollar   ----

(Bridge)
Some folks say, "Boy, slow it down,"
But I ain’t one for sitting’ around.
I’ll rest when I make it, right now I grind,
Gotta keep moving’, got to make that  buck.

(Outro)
Sun goes down, but I’m still awake,
Working’ this life for the dreams I chase.
Ain’t got much, but I sure got pride,
Doing’ what I can—hustling’ on the side.                                                       hustling’ on the side.----------------

little bit of hustling’

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[Verse 1]
Midnight whispers on an endless road
A faded photo left my heart exposed
Tried to run from all the love we made
But your memory’s stuck like a serenade
[Chorus]
I’m drivin’ on through the night
Though I swear I’m missin’ you
This six-string can’t hold me tight
And there’s more than highways in my rear view
[Verse 2]
Every motel sign feels like a lie
I’m haunted by your last goodbye
Neon dreams can’t dim what I’ve lost
Freedom’s price is too high a cost
[Chorus]
I’m drivin’ on through the night
Though I swear I’m missin’ you
This six-string can’t hold me tight
And there’s more than highways in my rear view
[Verse 3]
Sunrise looming, I’m near your door
Chasin’ fame don’t matter anymore
If home is where your voice rings true
Then I’m finally done runnin’ from you
[Chorus - Variation]
I’m pullin’ in at first light
My foolish pride is overdue
This six-string can sleep tonight
‘Cause there’s more than highways in my rear view

Broken Compass Bound

You Ain’t My Boss is Linley Creek’s rowdy barroom anthem — a country-rock singalong that celebrates standing tall when people think they can run your life. With stomping guitars, honky-tonk piano trading licks with electric guitar, and a fiddle that kicks the whole thing off, this track blends humor, pride, and Friday-night swagger. The chorus — “YOU AIN’T MY BOSS!” — was made for shouting along with a cold beer in hand.

This is a working-class toast to respect, independence, and a little rebellion — the sound of a barn door wide open and a crowd clapping in time.

#countryrock #honkytonk #barroomanthem #countrymusic #southernrock #rowdysingalong #fiddle #honkytonkpiano #workingclasssongs #beeranthem #americana #rootsrock #linleycreek #newmusic #youaintmyboss

You Ain’t My Boss

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little bit of hustling’

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