'dead. exposed.'
https://www.instagram.com/p/C2aVEy7ujHM/?next=%2F

You can't extract water from a stone.
Oh, no.
This once ever-flowing river is now dried to the bone.
Dead. Exposed.
And memories fossilized in the riverbed begin to erode...
...as my whole world implodes.

dead. exposed.

'aubabe'
https://www.instagram.com/one.man.verity.show/reel/DBSjGuCuE-H/

note: the title is a play on the term 'aubade' of which I promised something similar to my sweetheart. 

Babe, I love you more and more
with each passing day.
Babe, I want to hear
every word that you have to say. 

I want to know of your endeavors. 
I want to hear about your days.
I want to be with you forever.
Or, until nothing remains. 

Babe, you know I love you
each passing second of each passing day.

aubabe

'she'
https://www.instagram.com/one.man.verity.show/reel/DE_JUp-OGc7/

note: another shitty live phone recording

She's sweet. Petite. A tasty treat.
She screams scenes out in her sleep.
And, often, they repeat. 

'I can't take it anymore!
Get off me! Let me off this floor!
Untie me! Open up that door!
Set me free! Give me back control!' 

Weep with me,
for she has seen and been
through some sheeeit.
She's strong, not weak.

'spiraling'
art: Gems
epiphine casino, pearl export acoustic kit: scotty

Girl, where have ya gone?
& why won't you pick up your phone?
You told me you'd be home.
But I'm standin' all alone. 

Spiraling inside my brain.
Certain thoughts make me insane.
I'm feeling trapped inside your game
of which I've yet to ascertain.

spiraling

Note: another shitty live spontaneous phone recording. 

Goodbye, my baby.
Farewell to pain.
Or will we make up,
do this again?
It feels so real, though,
we always pretend
it's not the real deal, so,
perhaps we should end.


goodbye, my baby

'brown flowers' 
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJNklB-uNg3/

Well, I'm not quite alone.
I have you, I guess.
I always knew I'd be a mess.
What more can I say,
My life's in disarray. 
And I keep cavin' in to stress. 

And it makes me fuckin' crazy.
Yes, it makes me quite insane.
Why can't no one fuckin' pay me
to exist within this game? 

Behind on mortgage payments. 
Ain't got no food to eat.
I'm 'bout to lose my children.
Shufflin' my feet.
I swear, they're tryin' to kill us.
I won't claim defeat.
I will take this to the street.


brown flowers

'untrue'

She's been sittin' on my steps, smokin' cigarettes,
thinkin' 'bout the sex fixin' to happen next.
She took me to her room
and, underneath the moon,
she played my bride, and, I, her groom
on wedding night, with 'I love you's
that all turned out quite untrue.

Now I'm wondering where she's gone
and if she thinks of me
when cold nights feel so long.
Oh, what could have been
if I would have been open minded then,
instead of livin' life in sin,
just fuckin'.

untrue

'suck on it' with Falsestart

Falsestart: beat, mumble track, bass, rhythm guitar
Scotty: acoustic drum kit, lead guitar, lyrics, vocals

Well, today I can't rise out of bed.
Invasive thoughts stuck in my head.
Who gives a fuck if I am dead?
Nobody but me, now, it seems.
So many loves and friendships deceased.

Now, I'll rise up and live again.
For, I've forgotten former friends
and ex-loves that were pretend.
I can, now, let it be.
There's no such thing as defeat unless you retreat.

Let's pick up our bones,
go for a stroll.
Burn through a few cones,
relent control.
Relax and let it happen, baby.
Some pushin' too hard to force this life.
Let the universe show you paradise.
It's magic. Yet, tragic
that so few care about no one but themselves.

I could care less if you are dead.
You already are, inside my head.
Your reasoning, already fled.
You think you're justified
by convincing yourself of 'truths' within lies.

Keep spiraling down those rabbit holes
of YouTube and podcasts to regain control.
It's helping nothing but you alienating 
yourself from a life, organically,
but you're too fuckin' far gone blind to see
that you're trapped in a now blackened world.

What happened to you man?
To you girl?
To you world?
We're so different.

And now I'm trapped within my head.
And all of you out there are dead.

Buy the shit.
Eat the shit.
Every bit.
Feel like shit.
Suck on it, baby.

suck on it 'demo' (with Falsestart)

'oracles'
Ultrasonic Pest Repellent: drums, bass, guitar
Scotty: lyrics, vocals
Gems: backing vocals

Well, the wind is pickin' up,
and the sea is gettin' rough.
Midday has turned to dusk,
and we're feelin' Iike we're fucked.
Yet, still, we can't get enough
'cause somehow we get some love
for spillin' out our guts
about each time we've been fucked,
and each time that we have fucked,
and each time we've lost our trust,
and each time we've showed disgust
each time we treat time with fuss.
Each time, every time, we must
treat each time like we're in lust.
Otherwise, each time will pass and we'll 
have lost each time. For what? 

Absolutely nothing, baby.
Do you trust me? Yes or maybe?
Don't be shy, babe, come persuade me.
Spill it out, now, don't be angry.
I just want you. You're my baby.
Learned to trust you. You've regained me.
Fear to love you. Yes, it pains me.
Still, I'll fuck you. You'll repay me. 

Somehow I still feel this is right.
And I can't put up no more fight.
If this consumes me, then so be it.
We'll be in movies, or some 'd' skit. 

I'm just kiddin'.
I'm just joshin'.
Why fuss hauntin'
all my dreams when
you're just kiddin',
and just joshin'.
You're just hauntin'
my dreams because you can. 

Why you gotta fuck with me? 

I'm gonna take hold of you.
Throttle your neck until you're blue.
Don't think once that this dude
won't make you swallow what you've chewed.

oracles (with Ultrasonic Pest Repellent)

'interyou'd'

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJpT3wlyg3N/?igsh=MTZ0MGFoeDhqMHA4ZA==

note: another shitty live phone recording

Let's make this house a home,
for I'll want you until I'm gone.
Just, please, don't leave this place
before me, as I couldn't take bein' alone.
Without you.

interyou'd

'universe of fun (in utero)'

Verity. We like verity. Music delivers us verity. It's like a universal tool to hone and send verity to our heads as therapeutic wonderfulness...

We are very proud to present the first of many organically grown collaboration between One Man Verity Show and The Beautiful Dark. This was effortless. I guess thats the other amazing thing that real musicians can share... For years we stare through our instruments at the world of music and then someday we connect and the visions combine. We'll keep comparing our world to the world of fake music until it is the fad that it should be... AI cannot deliver you a connection like we just started. You may get a remotely similar result but heres whats real... AI has never has our eyes to look at the woerld for 40 odd years with and it never will. Heres to real human connections and real music. Cheers Scotty

Lyrics

BPM 153
Timing 2/4
Tuning 440 Standard
161 Bars
Roots // Cx5, D, G // x 4 /// // G, E , D, C x 2// x 2 /// // C, C, D, D // C, C, D, G // x 2 ///  // G, E , D, C x 2//


Lyrics

To fungi moulded brain
Ha, who said we'd go insane!
To moderation main
Lined musical brain plane

To psilocybin liberty cap
Old medicine love to fill knowledge gap
Hallucinogenic conscious calm
Serves melodic thought through mouth and palm

We let finger run
Good psilocybin
Add to the birdies fun
Just doppler effect to dumb
One day, we'll all catch on
Sign ourselves to sound and sum
Good, self inflicted
Pure positive prone
Liberties begin to clone
We spread and hone
Bottoms up good planet of one

Let the fingers run
Run 'em for the Sun
Moon rise dear man
Flashbacks from fungi fun
The Universe we stun
Universe of fun

universe of fun (in utero) (with the Beautiful Dark)

'flyer feature' 

Was at the local grocery
when something caught my attention and annoyed me.
The frozen fruit that I bought for smoothies
had somehow gone up in price as a 'flyer featch.*'
So, while I was checking out,
I asked a girl, barely in her teens, if she, too, agreed that they were being thieves. 

She didn't know. 

*flyer feature


flyer feature

'keep everything'

note: I recently found this old journal and this riff was played live on my phone upon my front porch during a rain storm this evening. This particular entry was from June 18, 2014.

I was stagnant at work this evening and ventured outside to catch some air and to stretch my legs. The air was thick and stuck to my skin, leaving a glassy resemblance, caught by mine eye, while vainly glimpsing at my reflection in the moonlit window of a fellow employee's sedan. With literally hours until my next deadline, I opted to put some kilometers behind me, and make my way, by foot, towards the local University. 
While venturing through the streets inhibited by, both, students, and families, I found myself drawn to a well kempt bungalow, lit dimly by lamplight, with the sound of classical piano fluttering imperfectly through the screened windows, out into the quiet, darkened street.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I stood, admiringly, for what seemed like several moments, staring dumbfoundedly at the house, only picturing, within my head, the scenes that may be taking place within.
Something about the modesty of practiced, yet, un-perfected art struck me as beautiful and elegant. Perhaps it is because it is something I, myself, can relate to in my endeavors, whether it be sport, music, painting, writing, or anything else I've indulged in within my life.
Nonetheless, something about this moment inspired something within me, and, as I pulled myself away from the scene and continued my evening walk, my inner dialogue began dancing frivolously in my brain. So often these thoughts want to be blurted out by voice, finger picked on guitar, or bled out of a pen, but my anxiety, and utter refusal to let loose my inner creativity, my personal experiences, my soul, has previously crushed my desire to even remotely achieve some sort of self-satisfaction. 
Although words have been written, melodies have been played, and songs have been sung, from now on, there will be no filter. Journals will be kept, rather than torn out and thrown away, edited or deleted. Keep Everything. Every thought. Though, initially, they seem irrelevant, irrational, erratic...anything...they still are the soil from which an idea may grow from, flourish, even. So, even now as I carry on aimlessly, rambling, carrying on...I must say thank you to the pianist for airing my embers with their beautifully imperfect notes.

keep everything

'banjovi'

something until the next thing

banjovi

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation acoustic guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and compostion

Scratch Kelly -- @scratchkelly — Sarah —  vocals

one man verity show – @one-man-verity-show – Scotty – Epiphone Casino melodic  electric guitar and vocals

Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino --  vocals, art polishing

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – triangle and vocals

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitrar, mix, and production

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Fender Stratocaster electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass


Mr Bringer-er Together-er is Josh. You may also know him as artist Entheogenic Psychnought, or the spine of Eclectic Collective. We all came across Josh in our own lucky ways, but he really sets a high bar for spreading constructive musical love and encouragement on SoundCloud. This song started out as a comment. I (Carl/TBD) went to call Josh Mr Bringer-er Together-er and my phone auto corrected it. the next morning K2 swooped in and said what I wanted so I used that as a trigger for the song.

So, I had a rough arrangement. We then invited a few artists, except Josh, to paint it for him. Scratch Kelly, aka Sarah, beamed through some amazing vocals. Not long behind Joe Stroffolino painted in some brilliant backing vox, and polished the art. Then Scotty (One Man Verity Show) chimed in with some amazing guitar, trippy backing vocals, and the super artwork you get to enjoy. Mark brushed in a triangle and some vox, and then Ken added those trusty drums. Tez then strutted in and added some super lead guitar, and not far behind him was Stephen with some epic rhythm guitar that showed the way for the song from that point of view showing a much better space to all the other instruments than the original demo guitar. That was a lovely lesson on less is more...


The song was now ready to give to the main man for him to paint, and he chose his trusty bass to put some strawberries on his own musical cake.


I now stared at 37 tracks and went... Hmmm Stephen, Help! Stephen mixed and mastered it to its crisp current form, and it was a very difficult mix. He basically had to merge 3 projects to one and really aced the challenging mix and master like the true shaman he is. We hope you enjoy the song that brought us together again. May it give us more togetherness like Josh so wonderfully demonstrates everyday


You da brother man Josh 🤘🏽


Lyrics


Magnet of human

Moulded by melody mind

Just jester Josh delivers this kind

Collective of creed worth all our belief

Friendship

Togetherness through skill and relief


Sharing, Caring

Composer of purr

Human vibrations of the highest occur

Let's celebrate this human some more

It's Mr Bringer-er together-er


Mr Bringer-er together-er

Mr Bringer-er together-er


Loving, Not shoving

Honing, Not moaning

Positive to give

In music he live

Loving his kids

Like he loves us

The luckiest kids who take this EC bus

Josh is the driver

Mr Music Jeez

More Mr Bringer-ers together-ers please


Mr Bringer-er together-er

Mr Bringer-er together-er


The Joshua Tree collecting collective

Physical dreams

Metaphysical pleasures

Skills. New.

Unconditional prime time

The only thing we tow is how we making new time line


Mr Bringer-er together-er


You are the rod

You cast your spinners

You reel us back in from lake bitter winter

It's Spring all the time in your World and Page

Our Mr Bringer-er together-er sage


We all love ya mate


Mr Bringer-er together-er

Mr Bringer-er together-er Oh oo

Mr Bringer-er together-er

Mr Bringer-er together-er Oh oo



mr. bringer-er together-er (with...read the credits)

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

'you can('t) change' with Scratch Kelly 

Scratch: beat, synths, backing vocals, production, art
Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals 

I can't even blame you, girl,
after I've learned about your world.
Fucked up, but, still, that is that.
I have given all of me,
and sometimes I did believe
that we'd create a habitat. 

But then tonight happened again,
and I've lost my love, and best friend. 

It didn't need to escalate,
then you wanted to stay out 'late',
drink some more, and party hard.
Then when it was time to leave,
you spoke shit I'd rather disbelieve, 
and now I have to leave. It's hard.

Because when you're straight, you are great.
But, I keep making the same mistake
of forgiving you. Now, it's too late.
My heart is torn, but, so is fate. 

You can('t) change.

you can('t) change (with Scratch Kelly)

'toxic love' 

note: yet another spontaneous shitty live phone recording, first and only take.

Well, this is hard.
That we know.
Add to the scars, 
or just let go?
We know there's love.
There's no doubt.
But, when fucked up,
we run our mouths,
and say some things
that we regret.
And, these words sting.
We can't forget.
Yet we find
we can't let go.
Attraction
takes control.
And we forgive,
and seem okay,
until we sip
too much someday. 
And, then the shit
will escalate.
I'm feeling sick.
It's not okay.
I won't forget, 
for it's been fun.
Not just the sex.
But, us as one.
But, so we have
now become
a toxic love that
has come undone.

toxic love

'ghetto falsetto' with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac 

Isaac and the apple:
Mac: music, lyrics and vocals
Harmful/Shane: lyrics, vocals, backups 

one man verity show:
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, backups, art 

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto 

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto 

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

ghetto falsetto (with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac)

'be we shall let'
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNO5y_Hu_v3/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Note: this began as a shitty live recording that I overdubbed some extra (louder) vocals and two separate djembe tracks. It's what it is. I assure you some sexier things are in the works. If you care.

I sit on my porch watching the cars roll by
thinkin' about you, and the last time that we said goodbye.
When will I see you again?
I want to discover if this is real or pretend.
Either way, my darling, I feel like I've been blessed
for our stars to align amidst all of the mess
that we've made of our lives. Perhaps, now, for the best.
Not only satisfied, you make me strive to be my best.
So, let's give this a try. 
And, let me be honest...
The first time we locked eyes, my darlin', my feet were swept.
Be we shall let.

be we shall let

'notimistic dopplegangbang' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DPAdEmJjP1b/?igsh=MWJvcWJsMW44YTI2OA==
Note: a live porch jam with overdubbed vocals from the UK
Shane: lyrics, vocals
Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals, photo 

Babe, fuck a fast car, we ain't goin' nowhere.
The end of us ain't far, and I refuse to care.
We pretend we're par, lost within the glare
of what we feel while high, as if nothing else compares to you. 

Mate it’s great you stay in touch 
Cos just like me I think you smoke a little bit too much
And it’s lovely to believe, there’s another one of me
Living over there but that one’s got more hair

notimistic dopplegangbang (with Harmful if Followed)

'strike two'

scotty: acoustic pearl export, epiphone casino, fender squire 3/4 bass. Just blowing off some steam, y'all. 

strike two

'shit at and hit'
Thanks to grandma Billie for the phrase. A wonderful woman. I've yet to hear of this phrase existing prior, nor of it from anyone else since.
Scotty: Two yamaha storia II takes through a fender mustang III amp with differing fx, channeled accordingly, maybe, hopefully, and a handful of vocal takes layered. 

I can't get up today.
I've got no words to say.
Everything always replays,
and causes me dismay. 

I feel like I've been shot at and missed, and shit at and fucking hit. 

If there is a god,
why the fuck would they
make us in the mould
to have to feel this way?
Everyday.

shit at and hit

'imprvisioned' 
another sleepless night that led to something live on my phone.

I can't imagine a world without you,
so now I know exactly what you felt
when you watched your folks a-growin'
beyond ages unbeknown
and inevitably faced the card we're dealt.

That we all live for dyin'; always trumps our best at tryin'
to cheat aging through fad diets and regimes.
But, I'm no longer lyin' to myself, and quite compliant, 
with defiant habits that will soon kill me.

Because without being with them, I'll have lost all of their wisdom 
of which typically flew right over my head.
And I wish I could've listened and embraced their larger vision, yet now I'm just wishin' I was the one dead.


imprvisioned

'babe...' 

Scotty: epiphone casino guitar, fender squire 3/4 bass, lyrics, vocals 

(1-2-3-2-1) 

Babe, is my love in vain?
This loss of trust with you has made me rather quite insane.
Say what you need to say.
Get it off your chest, and lay to rest all of your blame. 

Some sorta solution needs to be figured out.
Otherwise resolution is without beyond doubt.
I'll do whatever it takes just to figure out
whatever's going on and causing us this drought.
Maybe you're right and I am nothing but a grouch.
Or, maybe, I am, and you just need to shut your mouth.
Maybe we're both to blame and should just carry out
our lives that remain and hang upon the couch. 

Babe, why can't we be
happy, understand we'll disagree and soon make peace?
Yet we always want to leave.
Turn our backs upon our love during difficulties.

babe...

'killing myself to live'

something spontaneous until the next.

scotty: acoustic pearl export drums (recorded on phone voice recorder), fender squire 3/4 bass, epiphone casino, lyrics, vocals.

I want to turn off but it's so hard off turnin'.
So, instead I'll keep on drinkin' and burnin'.

Killing myself to live.
No one else to forgive but myself
for this torture. Self inflicted.

Now I'm licking my wounds,
yet have nothing to prove.
And I can live with myself
knowing I'm in my groove.

killing myself to live

'couldn't forget' with Seafoam Sweater Girl.

Seafoam Sweater Girl: lyrics, vocals, guitar.
Scotty: acoustic pearl export, fender 3/4 bass, epiphone casino

Lately I've been feeling down, no one to blame
That's all I know but it feels so strange
The little things, they just don't feel the same
No, they don't feel like anything..

I'm feeling like my heart's been busted
And all the shiny parts got rusted
Don't feel like I can be trusted
Have I always felt like this? Well I must have 

And I couldn't forget even though I tried..


I want to sit in your shadow
and watch you shine
I want your love
but you don't want mine
It hit me like a wall
Struck me where I lie
Damn I miss the days
Where my mind was really mine 

And I couldn't forget even though I tried..

couldn't forget (with Seafoam Sweater Girl)

'behind closed doors' with Scratch Kelly
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNt5rYbWuX2/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Scratch: beat
Scotty: epiphone casino guitars, fender 3/4 bass, lyrics, vocals

I once forgot how much I love to watch
the world just pass me by. 
And, surely I'll drift aimlessly into waters
that will likely challenge me to get myself back to the shore.
Yet I will always want some more. 
So, give it to me.
More.
Exploit me until I absorb.
Give it to me. Behind closed doors. 

We must hang on to our love. 
Be strong and trust that we belong
together. Heal the wrongs
that we've unfortunately dealt ourselves
in times of weakness or misunderstanding.
Complications when all we wanted was something simple that we could depend on to come home to after weary days of workin'.
You're all that I want. Am I that, too?

behind closed doors (with Scratch Kelly)

'talkaholism' with Seafoam Sweater Girl

SSG: guitar, lyrics, vocals, art
Scotty: cuica, maracas, claves, fender squire 3/4 bass, epiphone mandolin, epiphone casino electric guitar

I called you up - to talk to myself 
I don't want to listen - to nobody else 
I'm so self-serving - and deserving of it all
I only chose you - 'cause you answer when I call 

And God damn - I love the sound of my own voice
I'd listen to it, day and night - if I had the choice 
And I do - 'cause I've got you
Yes I do, I've got you - and you do what I want you to 


Now I make sure - that I spend a little time 
Hyping you up - make sure you know that you're mine
My chosen One - my favorite friend
The only one who will listen 'til the end 


I called you up - to talk to myself
I don't want to listen - to nobody else
I'm so self-serving - and deserving of it all
I only chose you - because you answer when I call

talkaholism (with Seafoam Sweater Girl)

dr. estranged love 

note: a beefed up shitty spontaneous phone recording with a layered secondary vocal. 

I'm not myself. 
I'm not well.
I don't cry wolf.
I'm in hell.
Since what happened,
my mind dwells,
I can't relax, and
my eyes well
up with tears.
Nothing's clear.
Can't shift gears.
Filled with fears,
and for longing
for your touch.
No more wronging. 
Let's save this love.

dr. estranged love

Scotty. (almost) everywhere. Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet or at their mom's. One third of 'the wrong song club.'

one man verity show

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