Lyrics:
You speak of love as if you know.
And touched by gods as you go.
The pain of hands as they land.
Inflicted by your lovers hand.

Fuck the one who loves to hurt you.
And fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one who is still here.

Fuck the one who loves to hurt you.
And fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one who is still here.

You tell stories so hard to believe.
Depths of pain with no relief.
The sacred things you must endure.
To keep yourself in line and pure.

Fuck the one who loves to fuck you.
And fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one who is still here.

Fuck the one who loves to hurt you.
Fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one that is still here.

Notes: 
This track starts out on Skype with the three of us sharing a drink and Jay pulling up his guitar and sharing his idea for a bass line.  I proceed to work on it and next call I send him a couple of revisions.  

Jay says "no, I mean like this"...my response was did you just Dave Grohl me? You could see the look of horror in his eyes as he begins processing what was said... I busted out laughing as I knew what he meant...but couldn't resist the opportunity to for a little mischief.  

We started this out trying to capture a bit of a NIN'ish type of vibe with the bass being the central focus driving the track.  We all jumped around to new positions on this one...and pushed boundaries.  

I think that is the musical binding that ties The Welcome Parade together.  It is that no one says I am this and only this.  

I hope when you listen to this you can feel that friendship and inclusiveness.  The subject matter on this track is dark and perhaps difficult to see the unity behind the scenes.  At least in part that is always why I put in some notes. 

Peace and love brothers and sisters! 

Track Info - Fuck 2 G 1 A 3 MS 2 RX OZ

Fuck

Fuck (by The Welcome Parade)

The incantation of a small prayer for the people of Hong Kong, as their tongues are torn out, their ears sealed up and their eyes sewn shut.

When The Middle Kingdom Comes

Turn slowly to the East, All Under Heaven found.
Civilisation’s ancient seat, culture’s origins abound.
Confucian terracotta peace, but put your ear to the ground
Sense the grinding of the teeth, under boots that Mao found.
The Republic of the People, politics' Project Vanity
Bastard child of satan, sired by insanity.
Billionaire communists neatly shun the peasant toil their gold comes from.
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Butchered in their masses, starved or spirited away.
Cultural Revolution passes back to Great Leap Forward day.
Free speech lying bleedin’ ‘neath the beating of red drums.
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Taking out the protest man, tank columns in the square.
Ever scratching fair Taiwan, knowing China’s heart is there.
Smothering every voice you can, covid viruses to share.
War on all fronts five-year-planned, to the pacifist’s despair.
The last to offer charity, the first to issue threat.
Pollution choking clarity of third world crippling debt.
See the friendships that she’s workin’ on – why they all have rented guns
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

From the genocide of Uyghurs to the killing fields of war
In Tibets, Vietnams, Koreas, the doctrinal moral whore
Lives and liberties succumb to the broken idealistic thumb,
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Photo by Joseph Chan on Unsplash

When The Middle Kingdom Comes

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Just had reconstructive knee surgery and have had some time rehabilitating to practice my piano and vocal work. Thanks for listening.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won't you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Look around
Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play

Dear Prudence (Beatles Cover)

Painted Sky

Blurry Moon

Crossed Horizonts-M.Bonaventure & Loo(p)cy

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Four Cents And A Pocket Full Of Poems

A little heavier than my usual. Started with a few stems created by Mark Lettieri. Many thanks Mark.
Greg Hurley: Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Bass guitar, Drum programming, mix and mastering.

Time is getting short
Time to put it all away
not feeling such comfort
only cold and bitter days

You always keep me warm
You drive away the storm

Time is getting short
I’ve burned 25,000 days
I can feel your support
you take all blues away

I will always be there too
I will always hold onto you

Time is getting short
Time to put it all away
not feeling such comfort
only cold and bitter days

You always keep me warm
You drive away the storm

I will always be there too
I will always hold onto you

You always keep me warm
You drive away the storm

25,000 Days

started with track picture and abstracted from there-various sound sources as instruments mapped to picture with various non traditional scales

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Dance of the Deserted Spaces is composed using field recordings taken from four different locations across the globe after the Covid-19 outbreak resulted in mass public lockdowns. The sonic character of these places shifted dramatically once stripped of the dominance of human activity and previously hidden aural worlds built from nature, automated machinery, the reverberation of open space and the earth itself revealed themselves.
The piece takes these ‘background’ sounds and give them a stage of their own to dance, converse, expand and exist independent from their relationship to human presence. These normally unregistered noises evolve rhythmically and harmonically in an autonomous celebration
of sound itself.
The idea developed from my last night on duty at the museum I work for in Tasmania, Australia. With the museum suddenly closed indefinitely to the public I walked from gallery to gallery shutting down all but the most basic power and lighting systems and listened as the empty
building revealed a new sonic atmosphere of gentle creaks, air-conditioning and essential plant mechanics. There was a sense of spirit emitting from the vacant architecture and the ever working
but unchampioned infrastructure the allowed these places to be habitable.
The sounds of the museum were recorded that night and form the raw material for Dance of the Deserted Spaces along with field recordings sent to me from a deserted intersection in Brooklyn, the empty auditorium of an international school in Yokohama and the entrance to the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont in Paris.
Ideas of dystopia, harmony, freedom, tension and evolution are explored as the global sounds come together in defiance of cultural classification, revelling in the peopleless space and time.
Life and energy beyond the reductive parameters of humanity and society are given a platform to create a celebratory noisescape of the omnipresent sounds the secretly surround us.

Dance Of The Deserted Spaces

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Dance Of The Deserted Spaces

No Mates Ensemble