Composed by Roger Ball & Hamish Stuart
Arranged by Lou Ianello
Ronnie Ward - Trumpet
Lou Ianello - Tenor & Bari Saxes
Richard Allman - Guitar
Scott McCloud - Bass
JB Sutherland - Drums
mixed and mastered by Johnathan Trawick at destinyroadmastering.com

Pick Up The Pieces

Right Around the Corner w/Rob Sproule

“Promises” is an upbeat pop rock song about a relationship with someone unreliable. It's been fun to work on a handful of chords some months ago. After adding licks, soli and lyrics it became a catchy song with a twist. Thanks for the collab!

This song is part of my album "Going My Way" which can be downloaded at Bandcamp.

Credits:
Nadine de Macedo: Composition, Arrangement, Production, Organ
Jason Challis: Guitar, Bass, Synthesizer, Lyrics
Kelly Best: Vocals, Lyrics

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/user-877313077
https://soundcloud.com/10db-242086404 

==== LYRICS ====

Promises sweet promises
You begged me to hold on
Then without a warning you walked away
You were gone

Time, it took some time
To feel alive feel strong
Then you came back with those famous excuses
I believed you I was so wrong

Baby I can’t do this anymore
There’s nothing left to spend
I could never be more sure
That I won’t be your dead end

I promise you…

Oh I believe in miracles
And turning water into wine
But I’m wise to your false prophecy
Not even you can turn back time

The years have shown me how to read
The danger in your eyes
The open road ahead of me
Every mile is mine

Baby I can’t do this anymore
There’s nothing left to spend
I could never be more sure
That I won’t be your dead end

I promise you…
I promise you…
I promise you…
I promise you…

Going My Way

Promises

“nothing matters life heroic anarchic ironic
all time being lose the feeling
if nothing matters then that doesn’t matter”

Sub Specie Aeternitatis

Played on a 2000 Lance McCollum GA in DADGAD tuning, capo #1. Pro Mix/mastered track.
I thought this track might capture the natural elements of tidal pools both serene and also active as you see in the picture that was taken from cliffs about a mile from my home on the Rhode Island coast. 
Recorded Dec. '21
Thanks for listening and joining in on this song!

TIDAL POOLS

Che vuoi che sia - di Flavio Pozzaglio  Compositore Autore Produttore Musicista (One Man Band)  18 dic 2021

Che vuoi che sia
Ogni tanto bisogna lasciarsi andare e… via …  andare e… via
Che vuoi che dia
Quella falsa speranza di poterla portare via … portarla via

Era bello quel giorno sorridere anche se c’era la voglia di prendere e correre via volare via 
Era un gioco e vestito di pelle nera come negli anni 60 e c’era la mia … Bianca Fender 

Esperienze che vanno a dissolversi  indelebili e vive negli occhi miei

Che vuoi che sia …

Quella nota m’insegue ovunque vada,  ed è - è solo mia
Fuori città una radio a palla il pieno e tutto gira prendo la mira ed è goal

Le serate suonate in  birreria era festa e la vita batteva dentro e fuori di me

Che vuoi che sia
Ogni tanto bisogna lasciarsi andare e… via …  andare e… via

Era bello quel giorno sorridere anche se c’era la voglia di prendere e correre via volare via 
Era un gioco e vestito di pelle nera come negli anni 60 e c’era la mia … Bianca Fender 

Esperienze che vanno a dissolversi  indelebili e vive negli occhi miei …

negli occhi miei …

negli occhi miei …
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You want it to be - by Flavio Pozzaglio Composer Author Manufacturer Musician (One Man Band) 18 Dec 2021

What do you want it to be
Sometimes you have to let yourself go and ... via ... go and ... via
What do you want to give
That false hope of being able to take it away ... take it away

It was nice that day smile even though there was the desire to take and run away fly away
It was a game and dress of black leather as in the 60s and there was my ... Bianca Fender

Experiences that go to dissolve indelible and lives in my eyes

What do you want it to be ...

That note puts me wherever go, and it's - it's just mine
Out of town a full ball radio and everything turns the aim and is goal

The evenings played in the brewery was party and life beaten inside and out of me

What do you want it to be
Sometimes you have to let yourself go and ... via ... go and ... via

It was nice that day smile even though there was the desire to take and run away fly away
It was a game and dress of black leather as in the 60s and there was my ... Bianca Fender

Experiences that go to dissolve indelible and lives in my eyes ...

in my eyes ...
in my eyes ...

Storie

Che vuoi che sia

P.O.E.T.

Seraphim Song

Out Of The Blue
And Into The Night
Drunk Off My Ass
And itching For A Fight
Looking For You
To Prove That Im Right 
Choking You Softly
While I Whisper Good Night
Now i Cant Pin Point 
Where It Began
To Run Off The Rails
To get out Of Hand
Hold It Together 
While The Universe Expands
Collapsing Reality 
With Blood On My Hands
In The Absence Of Light
Where All Life Began
The Garden Of Eden
The Birth Place Of man
First It Was Sticks
Then We Threw Stones
We Split The Atom
And Obliterated Our Home
Ashes To Ashes 
Dust To Dust
We Destroyed The Earth
We Betrayed Gods Trust
We Got What Was Coming
We Gave Into Lust
We Ate Our Own Cancer
Then The Cancer Ate Us

if you get a fucking cut

then you rub a little butter on it! x4

the hate will rape the child inside of you

Chuck's Knucks And Fist " E " Cuffs

Here's A link to the visuals;

https://pixabay.com/photos/road-street-highway-fog-mist-595101/

RiZLiX - No Pain

Cream Sweet Love

Earth Song

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

𓂀
Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

Artifacts: BGlueYml0Lmx5LzJ0aGVzc2Fsb25pYW5zMngxLTEy