Moving tune.... It moved me, nicely delivered... 👊🤘

Forgot how much this song gets to me - teagic that you haven’t cashed in for this

Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

AB Playlist 082 Part 2

Rock ballad remastered 2023, taken from Beats Working's latest album 'Perspection'.
Song written by John Hardman/Jeff Ross.
Produced by John Hardman for Swamp Productions UK.
John Hardman vocals and guitars.
(p) Swamp Records UK  (c) Swamp Music UK

Perspection

Were There Better Days remaster 2023

Were There Better Days remaster 2023 - Beats Working

Fire Burst

Blue Drop

STH- Fade Away

subsurface scattering

Number04

Underneath St. Martin’s tower, 
where the smoke and sermons twist
There’s a cult that writes in silence, 
scratching symbols in the mist
I found a gramophone recording — 
played it backwards, heard the chant:

“We are time’s discarded children… marching forward, never slant.”


Their robes are made of theatre dust, 
stitched with harp string and regret
Their eyes reflect the gas lamp glow — 
haven’t blinked a second yet
They gather where the B-sides burn, 
forbidden tracks and failing light
And summon up their canon — 
from the static and the night

They never speak in daylight
Their voices come on wax
No liner notes, no credits —
Just spells on phonograph tracks

No time to play B-sides,
They said as they unspooled the night
Just lead the blind with A-sides,
And leave the truth in mono white
But I heard it in reverse —
The hidden verse, the cursed delight…
The Gaslamp Cult still plays
By firelight

⸻

They rewired church bell chambers to broadcast sacred noise
Hid ciphers in the catalogues and spells in orphaned toys
I saw a boy with devil’s eyes hum riffs no one had taught —
Said he dreamed them in the catacombs, where wax and wires rot

⸻

They never speak in daylight
Their voices come on wax
No liner notes, no credits —
Just spells on phonograph tracks


No time to play B-sides,
They said as they unspooled the night
Just lead the blind with A-sides,
And leave the truth in mono white

But I heard it in reverse —
The hidden verse, the cursed delight…
The Gaslamp Cult still plays
The hidden verse the curse

But they do, when no one’s near
Where reverb haunts the silence…
And feedback calls the seer
The Gaslamp Cult still plays…

In time you’ll learn to hear.


“A drop of blood on shellac wax
Will tell you where the truth still cracks.”

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"The Gaslamp Cult” was developed as part of the Blind Mullet Chitlin project, combining Wayne Halfpenny’s songwriting with lyrical and conceptual contributions from ChatGPT (OpenAI), and music arrangement via Suno AI.

The Gaslamp Cult

LISTEN TO THE FULL EP RIGHT HERE: https://ericLavien.com/ROCK

The shiny (and Rock!) EP includes:
"Turn Back Time", "Sweet Escapade", "Illusion & Dream", "Love Will Find You Again."

Plus, a sweet acoustic instrumental version of "Love Will Find You Again."

Recorded at: Home Studio
Equipment used: FLStudio, Cubase, VST, Audacity
Vocals by: Eric Lavién
Vocals Recording equipment: Shure Beta 58A, AKG P220, Focusrite Scarlet
Music Recording equipment: Yamaha Clavinova Midi Piano, Guitar Yamaha Pacifica

Illusion & Dream

Love Will Find You Again

Good-Bye

Are You Gonna?

the man & the myth

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Check out the video for this track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRwnjh97Wh4

House of The Rising Sun. - Instrumental Version

House Of The Risng Sun - Instrumental Version

Walk forever
written by TJG December 17, 2020
mix 1: December 20, 2020
mix 2: Jan 9, 2021 output transformer engaged on tape machine
cover art: TJG somewhere in china

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio

Guitars
Rhythm: Guild DV52
Lead: Fender Stratocaster
Bass: Fender Squire

Mics: Neumann TLM 67 and AKG C414 XLS
Drums: single hand drum played by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape. 



Lyrics

Verse 1
wanna walk forever
in a day
walk right next to you
wanna take it down
to the rivers edge
see what we can do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

verse 2
crazy days and crazy nights
it's who we are
you know we'll make it through
nothing lasts forever
we'll carry on
doing what we do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

Verse 3
wanna walk forever
in a day
walk right next to you
wanna take it down
to the rivers edge
see what we can do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

Outro
you must be strong
you must be strong....

Walk forever

THE SONG WITH NO NAME
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Coptright AB Music 2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9wTEzWb6-E

WHEN WILL THE DAYLIGHT COME
THERE'S NO MORE SKY LIVING INSIDE
WHEN WILL THE LIGHT COME ON
WHEN YOU GET HOME   A FLASH OF LIGHT

BUT LIFE WILL PASS US BYE
AND NEVER SAY GOODNIGHT
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

WHICH WAY DOES THE RIVER FLOW
IT'S LOOKING REAL DRY EXCEPT WHEN I CRY
THE MOON AND THE SUN WILL RISE
AND EVERYDAY   THEY CALL YOUR NAME

A LIFE OF RIGHT AND WRONG
A NEVER ENDING SONG
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE
(Break)
THE TICKING OF TIME GOES BYE
THE MEMORY LANE IS FADING AWAY
THE WAVES ARE ALL CRASHING DOWN
AND EVERYDAY HAS NO NAME

SO LIFE WILL PASS YOU BYE
THE PUNISHMENT FITS THE CRIME
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

THE SONG WITH NO NAME

THE SONG WITH NO NAME (see info for video link)

From the B.R. archives (Lo-Fi 4trk)

YOU’RE TOO HIGH

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you, sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones.
Waste has been found, compassion grows old.
While you just sit back and let your eyes roll.

There’s always been a question, on my mind,
Of answers of wisdom, that show me no vision.
There’s always been three words, just too high.
And now I see reasons, for my disposition.

Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem locked away.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem so locked away.

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones,
tones, tones, stones, stones, stone, stone, stone, stone

(c) 1978 Eric L. Richardson / EMU

You're Too High (Lo-Fi)

Hello Soundcloud, thanks for the Listens, Likes and Support. Im from Melbourne Australia, I have been playing guitar for many years now and played in two bands during the 80's & 90's (STOLEN CAR original) & (STORM cover),both bands never released any material. Since 2010 i have been writing songs and tunes and recording them in my music room (3rd Bedroom), i play Guitar, Bass, Keys, BFD2 Drums(programmed)and Vocals on all of my songs which i class as Demo's, I love all types of music but Hard Rock, Rock to Alternative appeals to me most.
ALL SONGS POSTED ARE SUBJECT TO COPYRIGHT.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE OWNER.
Thanks again to everyone listening out there in the world, always looking forward to new material on Soundcloud,
Character Picture By, Rianna Borderick 2017
All artwork by Andrew Borderick
CONTACT : andrew@netec.com.au
Regards 
Andrew Borderick. (March 2017)

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