Sergey's Shore

A fiery protest anthem that calls out corruption, control, and the price of silence. The Devil’s Got Us by the Short and Curlys blends raw folk grit with outlaw spirit — exposing how power manipulates the masses while the people bear the cost. With biting lyrics and acoustic edge, it’s a wake-up call for anyone tired of being played.

The Devils got us by the Short and Curlys

The Summer Breeze

[Verse]
The summer breeze blows in
So kind
Warms my skin
A touch divine
Through fields of green
It skips and hums
Whispers of where the wild geese run

[Chorus]
Oh
The summer breeze
It sings to me
A song of hills and the endless sea
With a soft caress
It sets me free
Oh
The summer breeze
My melody

[Verse 2]
Under the shade of an old ash tree
It tells old tales in harmony
The river bends where the rushes grow
Carrying secrets it seems to know

[Chorus]
Oh
The summer breeze
It sings to me
A song of hills and the endless sea
With a soft caress
It sets me free
Oh
The summer breeze
My melody

[Bridge]
Through stone-walled paths
It guides my way
Past ruins where the shadows play
The taste of salt
The scent of hay
It calls me back
It bids me stay

[Chorus]
Oh
The summer breeze
It sings to me
A song of hills and the endless sea
With a soft caress
It sets me free
Oh
The summer breeze
My melody

The Summer Breeze

What'll we do when we make it big?
The big hit could come tomorrow
Whatif it all went wrong for me?
What if I ended up like Bono
I won't have time for autographs
I wanna get home for an early bath
What'll we do when we make it big?

What'll we do when we make it big?
You know it can be quite a concern,
You just can't write songs like this
Without success in return
What about the kids in the school,
While I'm beside that hotel pool?
Who'll be doing for the kids?
What'll we do when we make it big.

Let's put in a middle eight
It's what the kids want these days
Shame it's just a matter of time
Until fame and fortune's mine

What'll we do when we make it big?
Don't wanna smash up no hotel room
I wanna wake up Sunday morning
Home in bed with you
I just wasn't made for this kind of thing
Snorting coke off porcelain
Love's the only drug I want to dig
What'll we do when we make it big?

What'll We Do When We Make It Big?

Janine Levinson 2020

MISTRESS OF GRAVITY

Guitar and guidance: Jonathan Beckenstein @jonathanbeckenstein

Hey hey, look at me
I’m the mistress of gravity 
In charge of the rules of nature 
(turning it red for autumn)

Hey yeah, I’m warning you
And mind you, this is just a clue
But I’m feeling kind of impatient 
(So do what you want to do)

I’m going to allow it

Hey Hey, look at me 
Do I look fat in these jeans? 
Or maybe my crack is showing 
(Maybe I’ve got a problem)

Hey yeah, If I were you
I’d consider a benefaction
Make sure it’s a really good one 
(And do what you want to do)

I’m going to allow it 
I’m going to allow it

Judge and jury 
If you want to
You can call me mother 

Hello mistress!

Rain it down and in a flurry 
Feel the burning water

Hello mistress!

Hey hey I hope you know 
That I think that a storm is coming
So maybe you’ll need your anchor 
(I’m keeping the rivers flowing)

Hey you, what I can be 
Hypocritical, technically
Magnetically quite unmagic
(So maybe my slip is showing)

And I’m going to allow it

Hey hey, Look at me
I’m the mistress of gravity 
In charge of the rules of nature 
(keeping it real for autumn)

Hey yeah, I’m warning you 
And mind you this, this is just a clue
But I’m feeling kind of impatient 
(So do what you want to do)

I’m going to allow it 
Ba ba ba ba...

Mistress Of Gravity - with Jonathan Beckenstein

I Remember

Jan's Mix.  Amazing work, my friend.  This was a blast!
https://soundcloud.com/thegats

Easy For You Instrumental Jam | Andrew Doyle & Jan Schonander

A Swetexassippi Two-Stepper

Vocals, Whistling, Bass- Nic
All Guitars, Lyrics- Admiral Krank
Drums- Monkey Blood Lowdown 

Never Been Lonesome 

I’ve never been lonesome
Ain’t never been alone
You always come knocking 
Or calling on the phone
I can rest easy darling 
Knowing that it's true
No matter where i run 
there’s no escaping you

Listen to me baby, 
I must tell it true
I didn’t even know 
I was looking for you
You really get me worried
And give me a start
When i walk upon you waiting
And lurking in the dark

Why you gotta warn me
And threaten my life
When everyone knows
What you did to my cat 
I hope it wasn’t funny
Tell me you didn’t laugh
When poor little kitty
breathed his last

I’d like to try lonesome
Take my turn being blue
But no man alive 
Gets away from you 
I’d ask for mercy 
I’d beg you please
But I know it’s no use
Getting on my knees

Oh Baby 
there's nowhere to hide
My darling
I’ll never get out alive

Greatest Hits

Never Been Lonesome

Picture From Home

Pic - Yosuke Yamashita, Burning Piano 2008 (https://youtu.be/YpKT_eeCVNI?t=67)

Health & safety? Risk assessment??

Just think what Malcolm Arnold could have done with the sound of fire alarms & extinguishers going off.

Published on SC 17 September 2020

Concerto for piano and nervous breakdown (remaster)

these are my 3 favorite sketches 
linked together

Elegy

'Wry Genius' -Mojo Magazine

Congratulations, you have stumbled across The Sturmey Archers time capsule that has lain buried beneath the Soundcloud sunken garden since the beginning of the 21st century. No doubt you are reading this from a future where music has become just that stuff in the background of funny video clips of dogs and babies. But historians amongst you will probably of heard of a time when music actually meant something to people. 

In the second decade of the 21st century a law was passed that decreed that all lyrics to songs should be about 'this night being the one' and stuff about 'putting your hands in the air'. These were strange times when songs about unique thoughts that sprung into individual's minds were considered retro, but musicians that copied German bands from thirty years previously were thought to still be original.

It was in the context of these times that small groups of renegade songwriters decided to carry on with the virtues of rock and pop's golden age and actually write songs about things, thoughts, feelings and other stuff. These were sometimes profound and and sometimes silly, but the words meant something, the music was playful and adventurous, and the tunes could be whistled by milkmen if they ever got the chance to hear them. They were on a mission to be at the very least, mildly entertaining.

Eminent musicologists of the time scoured the planet to find examples of this music that wasn't rubbish so they could bury it for future generations to enjoy. You now, the lucky archaeologist and future pop picker, have in your grasp the key to a world of wry world play, mad thoughts and old fashioned chord progressions. N.B. If Apes have taken over the planet, sorry for all the trouble we've caused.