Your soul is cold and crippling to this world
And you'd never know
You will never know
Take your time feel the innocence of life
and you barely know 
You just don't know

Karen, I know it's you (2x)

All you lies and you discrete holds me down
like a can a dusty can
Cancer in your heart is true
it's burning though 
It's hurling though

Karen, I know it's you
It's you

Karen | T-Bone Gregory

Better Days (feat Jess Dempsey)

Our first Welsh language track🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿😎
Sosban Fach (Little Saucepan) is a Welsh folk song given a good rocking up by The Recursives
Neil - Vocals
Al - Bass
Bri - Sax
Tez - Guitars and production
Ken - Drums (K2 and the Four)
Many thanks to Ken for adding the pounding drums :))))

Sosban Fach- Llanpysch and The Recursives/K2 and the Three

Stone jester

Dancehall infused , acid house.  Dedicated & inspired by the legendary DJ, Jake.

Spencer House (Dedicated to jaKe)

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/Oi-bllS36W8

Plus fort
Texte      : Sanzen
Chant     : Did Wilkops
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans mes sanglots agiles,
je cherche les éclats.
D'un monde qui vacille,
à l'ombre des sanctuaires.
Plus fort que jamais,
par ta voix attiré;
j'irai sans inquiétude,
avant que je m'endorme.
Dans mes sanglots faciles,
avant que vienne la nuit,
à l'ombre des sanctuaires,
je m'assierai sans doute.
C'est pour toi que je vis,
plus fort que jamais.
Et j'attendrai le jour,
je te ferai l'amour.
Le monde vacille,
je guette les moments rares.
Et nos chairs mélangées
et nos vies enlacées.
Dans mes sanglots futiles,
deux grands vaisseaux glissant.
Je rêve d'océan,
de perles et de diamants.
Dans le jour finissant,
je rêve d'oasis.
Plus fort que jamais,
de notre amour naissant.
À l'ombres des sanctuaires,
je dépose une gerbe.
Tout au fond de l'abîme,
je ressens le péril.
Je presse sur ma poitrine,
tous les noms oubliés.
Tout au fond de l'abîme,
un jour, tu m'as trouvé.

Plus Fort  avec Did Wilkops

A dream or nightmare?
Dare to light the speaker ablaze!
Love to my SC family, passionately express your inner self

Exulansis

Mix/Master - Woods Studio

LYRIC

Following followers
Just like all the others
Need someone to show the way

Don’t need to know 
Where we go
I just merge with the flow
It’s all good and I’m ok

There’s no need to think here
We go on instinct here 
Like a school of fish 
Stay to the center 
You don’t want to be dinner 
Let someone else be the main dish 

Following followers 
And if the thought occurs 
We’re trapped in a loop
Penned in a coop
We’ve worn ruts in the track
Follow me and I’ll follow you back 

There’s no need to think here
We go on instinct here
Like the lemmings do
What happens if
We reach a cliff?
Go ahead! I’ll follow you

Following followers
Like all kool-aid swallowers
No pause to think
Throw your head back and drink 
Even if you’re not thirsty 
For my follow, you follow me

Following Followers

The Whole Bunch Back Home

Valley's Boy

I'm just a Valley's boy at the heart
Wind me up and I'll play my part
Son of a couple who couldn't get a start
Always loved the underdog
Never felt a part

The dirty shanty lives of the working class
The Rhondda Fawr and the Rhondda Fach
Washing the working souls down the fractured hills
Into the River Taff the Rhondda's running still

Sandstone pavements and rusted steel
Cold wet wind on my down at heel
Pick your future boy, forget your dreams
Mining our lives like those deep coal seams

Valley's Boy

a tribute to mel brooks space balls...soo funny
the juicy organ edition

Karen | T-Bone Gregory

Nathan T-Bone Gregory