Cool track dude! Great riff and words/vocal phrases… I could imagine this one exploding into full on power metal grunge rock! 🤘

That guitar riff is addictive - should come with a health warning - lyrics are awesome - all around brilliant song

An intimate forboding. Great sound and feel.

genuine as hell man! We live in a messed up world indeed. Don't claim defeat!

Hey Scotty man, love the compelling guitar in here. Really dig the vibrato on it and how you use it for the groove. Excellent vocal performance, too, brother man. Way to go here!

I dig the raw organic sound of this man, that guitar riff is extremely catchy!  Great work my man!

This track doesn’t hold back, it punches straight through the pleasantries and drops you into the truth, no filter, no soft landings 💥 There’s quiet rage, exhaustion, and survival all tangled together, and it needs to be heard like this. The vocals don’t ask for pity, they demand acknowledgment, and that guitar just bleeds through it like a cracked voice you can’t forget 🎸 🧯 The fire extinguisher braced itself and muttered “That wasn’t heat, that was pressure finally uncapped” 🧂 The salt grinder clicked once and said “There’s flavor in that fury, and none of it’s artificial” 📡 The microwave buzzed low and whispered “I felt this one in my circuitry, like it knew I’d been holding back too” 💢 This track isn't dramatic, it's accurate. It’s what truth sounds like when you're out of options but still standing.

One Man Verity Show Playlist

rumbustious 'demo' (with Falsestart)


'clown redux'

music: Rentt 
lyrics, vocals, art: scotty

I put my makeup on before I hit the darkened streets.
Frighten children passing, as I pick my trick for treat.
Lure 'em to my vintage van with puppies and candy,
then tie 'em up and gag 'em so they can't release a shriek. 

Then I'll take them to the basement of an old abandoned house.
The fear that they possess is what makes me most aroused.
And when I've done my dirty work, I'll put that fire out,
and dump 'em in the woods, with their parts scattered all around. 

Call me fucking sick, I'm just a product of this world
and all you fucking people, how society's unfurled.
Try your best to catch me. Do your best to understand. 
But for every one of me there's worse things done by 'the man.'

clown redux (with Rentt)

Le Parfum

'irate' with Harmful if Followed 

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, mandolin, guitar, cuica 

I’ve got this problem, mate.
Perhaps you could relate.
It's my woman. She's gone irate. 

Mate I’ve been telling you for years 
That crazy lady ain’t worth all them tears
She’s mentaler than you
And that’s quite hard to do 
Mate come live with me
I’ve not thought about the physical side but I suppose we could suck it and see 

Mate, everything sounds lovely.

irate (with Harmful if Followed)

Fading into Light.m4a

Un nouveau titre french pop traditionnel, strato caster & tout.. réalisé sur Teac 4 pistes et revox …Merci pour vos écoutes et  chaleureux !!!feedbacks
Written and performed by Dgé breton
Fender Strat guitare, Bass ARIApro II and drum   by Dgé breton pour
Prod: Dgé.BSoundProjectMusic
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On YOUTUBE : https://youtu.be/HwZ9Hb8gT1M
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a new title... traditional French song, straight from my Revox & Teac 4-track tape players... and 2 strat guitars, a bass and a drum kit... Maybe a little nostalgia, including the way of making my music at a certain time... less confused than at present. In any case, thank you for listening
     Porcelaine sans couleur,quand tu danses
Elle a des fumées dans les yeux
Un coeur comme ça mètronomique
Qui bat tout seul ou si tu veux
Comme celui d’ une poupée mécanique
Elle a des cils moitié baissés
Un raz d’ marée dans le regard
Et des vagues de lumières glacée Qui perle derrière du brouillard
Elle est maquillée noir et blanc
Elle est comme un feu sans chaleur
 Le ciel et l’ enfer en même temps
 C’est une porcelaine sans couleur
REF:
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
Elle a des fumées dans la tête
 
Et des parfums qui restent là 
Sur une vie qui va faire la fête 
Avec un masque qui lui va pas
Elle est maquillée claire obscur Entre le soleil et la nuit
Mais dans ses yeux on voit d’ l’azur Derrière un grand rideau de pluie
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
REF....
 Traduction google
She has smoke in her eyes   A metronomic heart like that
Which beats by itself or if you like   Like that of a mechanical doll
She has half-lowered eyelashes
A tidal wave in her gaze
And waves of icy light Which pearl behind the fog
She wears black and white makeup
She is like a fire without heat
Heaven and hell at the same time
She is porcelain without color
REF:
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a look into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her lower back
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
She has smoke in her head

And perfumes that remain there  On a life that is going to party
With a mask that doesn't suit herShe wears light and dark makeup Between the sun and the night
But in her eyes we see of the azure Behind a large curtain of rain
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a glance into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her loins
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
REF....

PORCELAINE SANS COULEUR, QUAND TU DANSES

Art and Miles
By David Husted

Vs
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Far more grace than we can see
often so deceived
To give, to give to give away
And find where tender lays

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Ch
We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

We were larks whistling, 
soaring with our wings  
The memories fade, but the love remains 
We were fine art, a masterpiece 

Pre Vs
{instr}

Vs
Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Miles 
It's miles and miles away
Smile
We're gonna find another way

Outro
How much more now is enough
the body turning home
passions and the red, red dust
You and wonder roam

Art and Miles

When love'll come looking


YOU COULD BE MY SONG, YOU COULD BE MY SAVIOUR
YOU COULD BE THE ONE THAT DEFINES WHAT BECOMES LATER
OF ME… POOR LONESOME ME

I COULD BE THE SON, I COULD BE THE FATHER
I COULD BE WHATEVER IT TAKES TO PUSH THIS FURTHER
WITH YOU… POOR LONESOME YOU

THIS COULD BE THE END OF THE BEGINNING
THE START OF SOMETHING NEW FOR US TO JOIN IN
A NEW SONG FOR US TO SING ALONG TO
A NEW TUNE … TO DANCE TO

I FEEL IT EXPANDING…   GOING THROUGH IT ALL
WHAT ARE THE CHANCES OF THIS HAPPENING
TO YOU AND ME, TO YOU AND ME

THIS COULD BE THE END OF THE BEGINNING
THE START OF SOMETHING NEW FOR US TO JOIN IN
A NEW SONG FOR US TO SING ALONG TO
A NEW TUNE … TO DANCE TO
A NEW TUNE … FOR US TO DANCE TO
YOU COULD BE MY SONG, YOU COULD BE MY SAVIOUR
YOU COULD BE THE ONE THAT DEFINES WHAT COMES LATER



This Could Be It

'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

Verse1
Everything sparkles around,
And surprises everyone.
Hot nights all around in bright neon lights,
Cool, fancy cars just flying by,
Bad girls beckon passersby.
The casino's calling — come in for the night.

But I was brought here by fate,
To increase my wealth and state.
Drenched in smells of perfume, whiskey, and grass...
But now I'm lost,
My way back is crossed.
I fear this isn't the path I chose.
Here you can end up with no money or clothes

Bridge:
Temptations just in the air
Every glance a daring dare
The city's pulse beats with desire
Fueling hearts that plays with fire

Verse 2
Velvet ropes and private rooms,
Danger hides behind perfumes.
Whispers, laughter drift out there through the haze,
Silver chips fall down like the rain,
Cold hearts get broken for the gain
And no one here has seen the sunlight in days.

I was in search of a sweet dream
Now I’m stuck in a loop, And it no more seems 
Where the nights are long and the rules don't apply.
The thrill won't last,
It burns out fast.
You blink — and it all flies by.
You're just a shadow under this neon sky.

Bridge:
Only when night falls does life begin here.
Money and alcohol come into play — and I hear:
Chorus:
Welcome, all — everyone to our Sin City!
Visit all — every corner of Sin City!
You can win the jackpot, Then spend it with pleasure.
But I'm lost here, I'm wasting 
My time without measure.

The dice are rolling, stakes are high,
Another chance to live or die.
The city's lights blur truth and all of the lies,
Temptation's grip, a sweet disguise.
I chase the thrill, ignore the cost,
But in this game, I'm always lost, 
Where truth dies.

The drinks are strong, the nights don't end,
You trust no foe, you trust no friend.
The smiles are fake, the glitz is just some showy guise
They toast your fall with gleaming eyes
You’re sold a fleeting paradise.
But all that glitters masks the lies —
Where truth dies.

Bridge:
Temptations just in the air
Every glance a daring dare
Money and alcohol come into play — and I hear:

Chorus:
Welcome, all — everyone to our Sin City!
Visit all — every corner of Sin City!
Fortunes made and sudden lost in Sin City 
Chasing dreams I got trapped, 
I got lost in Sin City.

Sin City

Phobos / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Added acoustic guitars and final mix by Neno J.
@paploviante-and-friends:
@paul-racle:

PHOBOS (Collab Paploviante & Neno J.)

Recorded In Vermillion, South Dakota. Featuring Jim McCullough on Drums & Percussion, Frans on Gibson SG Electric Guitar & vocals.

Kick-n-It

Don't Bring Me Down

Don't bring me down 3

'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)

Music, lyrics, ac. guitar & vocal : Grave
Ac. guitars, bass & mix : PJ Project

Political Correctness

'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)

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

Repost page for Ultrasonic Pest Repellent.  This is where I will repost tracks and make playlists.

brown flowers

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