I know this feeling and these questions. Thanks for framing it all just like this.

great song, great vocal and music, love it.

That Irish feel is always irrestible. You got me at this one

Well I almost scrapped this song but after 3 weeks writing words, and then realizing how fun it is to sing, i kept it. I'm trying to figure out how to add a little lightheartedness to my music, but i think this one just turned out creepy lol. NOTE:  I always felt a little uncomfortable with the words, i just really didn't like them, so I reworked the chorus and a few other lines, and rerecorded the vocals. It seems a little better now...
 

I've seen my own worst enemy
Every night just staring back at me
Through the mirror with such animosity
And baby, it drives me crazy
I don’t understand what’s with this guy,
He don’t know that he’s alive
He combs his hair on the wrong side

I don’t expect you to understand,
But I’ve got these hammers for my hands
I like to start with everything
and smash away what I don’t need
and scattered all around are the pieces off of me
oh baby can’t you see what this done has to me

It’s a strange strange situation 
I need a little information
If it’s real or just imagination
Don’t say it’s so, I can’t believe 
Its down to you and me again
Up against the world my friend
Who can say   how this will end
 
It’s 3am and you’re slamming doors
Cause ‘I don’t speak your language anymore’
While I’m on my knees picking pieces
Of me up off the floor, 
I can’t lose much more, these pieces could be the last of me,
I wish I could see the way you see
is there anything left in this debris

Hammer Hands

Song by Tony Harrell. This version recorded at Buck's Place studio.

High School Reunion

Ray McPlentysun

Acoustic Guitar and Djembe recorded with AKG P170
Drum patterns taken from FPC plugin
Mixed with Fruity Loops

Torella

Lyrics by Tony Harris
Vocals, Music, Mix & Production by Glenny G's "One Man Band"
Words that inspired Glen are listed below. 

HE GREW UP IN A SMALL TOWN
DOWN IN THE DEEP SOUTH
LOVED FOUR/FOUR TIME
AND MAKIN' WORDS RHYME

HE TRIED HIS HAND AT SONGWRITIN'
SIGNED A FEW SONG CONTRACTS
HAD A FEW PLAYED ON THE RADIO
BUT THINGS WERE MOVIN' SLOW

HE DECIDED TO MOVE TO MUSIC CITY 
WHERE THE COST OF LIVIN' WAS HIGH
A CITY FULL OF SINGER/SONGWRITERS
WANTIN' TO BE COUNTRY STARS

(CHORUS)
IF YOU LOVE MAKIN' WORDS RHYME
AND WRITIN' COUNTRY SONGS
MOST PEOPLE WOULD  AGREE
NASHVILLE'S THE PLACE TO BE
BUT, MAKIN' IT ON MUSIC ROW
CAN BE A HARD ROW TO HOE

DIDN'T TAKE HIM LONG TO FIND OUT
IF HE WANTED TO WRITE A HIT
HE HAD TO WORK OVERTIME
MAKIN' HIS WORDS RHYME

WELL, WORKING OVERTIME
DIDN'T HELP HIM VERY MUCH
CAUSE, NASHVILLE'S A TOUGH SALE
AND A HARD LADDER TO CLIMB

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2022 © (BMI)Lyrics by Tony Harris

Making Words Rhyme - Original Collab by Tony Harris & Glenny G's "One Man Band"

Instead of mine

Allen Ginsberg reads Sunflower Sutra: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVjMKMogTDY
Music: Copyright Stonerjazz, the maestro @user-911083679
Lyrics: copyright jo richter (apart from the short section by A.G. in the beginning, of course)
Note: The poem was written as a tribute to the music that Jeff created first.

This is the e-bow dao
the epitome of transformation
the electro-magnetic, eternal feedback of bliss
powered by a universe condensed in a metal casing
evoking a universe that unfolds neural cavities
to reverb vibrations in all hues and colours
especially those unseen before.

This is the process to end all states
and free the butterfly that is Chuang-Tse
from the shackles of dire duality
and make him join the cyberpunk hobos
riding right through glitchy illusions
flickering inside of doorframe screens.

This is the call to all end-of-time locos
to unpeople the karmic metaverse plains
and behold! that they can‘t help arriving
but can stop making sensations mundane
by comparing, by judging, by interpretation
- a cycle is run when met by the same
and knowledge ends when the river flows on.

This is thew Heraclitus
this is the yarn Penelope knits
Verdandi‘s weird realm of manifestation
the abyss‘ rim of black-hole horizons
where Enkidu talks to wild beasts and trees
where Gallifrey breeds reincarnation
with each fatal shootout of chi-spawned seeds.

This is the e- bow dao
Aphrodite reborn in spring-sponging foam
you‘ll lose your belongings, your security clearing
the servers on this farm are all interlinked
with the waveform dimensions
that keep breeding, breeding
new life out of old
turning lead into gold
vanishing when you try to hold on

E - BOW DAO ( Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches)a poem by Jo Richter

Been working on this one for a little while, nice to finally post it!

Reverberations

A great Christmas carol written by Michael Perry (1942-1996). Written to the tune of the Calypso Carol, it's a song I enjoy singing at this time of year.

See Him Lying On A Bed Of Straw

a kompoz collaboration   
	
Nigel Robinson @gemini-19
Keys, Synth Bass, Drums, Mixing & Mastering
Scotland United Kingdom

Tez Katajala  - Lyrics
Melbourne Australia

Mario Licata @user-972483122
Bass Guitar
New Jersey USA

OceanGreen	-Keys & Percussion
India

SK - Vocal, Melody



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