Name: " THE CALL " MANIC by PAUL PELTZER in Related tracks: Not My Neighborhood by Garddwr Porffor & Nadia Selvaggi (w The Windscale Blues Experiment)
Duration: 8 min 37 s
Description: Avant garde metal

oh wow love the guitar sound and the drums

Hard rock, plenty of energy, good stuff! :) Thanks for taking time to listen to my song. Take care.

Related tracks: Not My Neighborhood by Garddwr Porffor & Nadia Selvaggi (w The Windscale Blues Experiment)

Lyrics
Monday was  a cold and raining
Tuesday never stopped it’s complaining
and Wednesday stuck around damn near longer than any day should
Thursday was a throbbing tooth ache
And even Friday didn’t give us a real break
Come quitting time I am gonna lay my hammer down 
(Chorus)
We earned this weekend baby
We earned this weekend baby
We earned this weekend
Ain’t nothing getting in our way

Friday night we’ll step out looking so great
Saturday sleep in don’t care how late
Cause little extra rest shouldn’t be some kind of guilty luxury
(Repeat Chorus)
All day Sunday we’ll cater to our best selves 
Dust off the dreams we keep   up on the back shelf
And remember the things we really love to do
(Repeat Chorus)
Cause Monday’s waiting for us anyway
Let’s live free for a couple days
If anyone deserves it, honey, it’s you and me
(Repeat Chorus)

We Earned This Weekend

" THE CALL " MANIC

First song I've made in 11 months, was remixing all of my albums and re-releasing them before this.  First song where I sing baritone/low in vocal.  First song where I play drums live.  A lot of firsts. 

I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE
(c) JunkHeap Nov 07 2023

A song about eventually finding that love of your life.  Got to be patient.
---
Brushing my hand over aster leaves.
Goldenrod, and that pale sun tease.
Knowing I"m ok on my own.

The bluebird calls out in a city burb,
makes me think I'm much the same.
I wouldn't mind finding someone
to grow old with.

Well...
Sittin' by a fire, on a cold, cold day.
Holding hands and talking about anything.
Like they say, patience is a virtue.

Going through the everyday,
don't get me wrong, I love so much of it.
but it would be nice to find that special someone. 

I know you're out there.

I don't like the word 'alone', 
I prefer 'going solo'.
The tendrils of life,
behind the scenes, bring us together,
if you know what I mean.

When the world has so much to offer,
and we get caught up in minutia,
a simple kiss and the tenderness, 
it means everything.

Ya...

Sittin' on a misty lake, on a warm day.
Seeing that smile that says everything.
Knowing there's a deeper connection 
for both of us.

Taking on the everyday,
As the Earth, she spins away.
Just a brief time here,
lets make the most of it. 

I know you're out there.

I Know You're Out There

*COMING SOON: Not My Neighborhood, Extended Rant Mix!
The Rant: Cono Corvino & Nadia 
Instrumental & Mix by Garddwr Porffor: 
https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor
Sax by Nigel Manning of The Windscale Blues Experiment: 
https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues
Lyrics, Vocals, Production by Nadia Selvaggi
'Two Boys Smoking' (1975) by Photographer Peter Bellamy:
https://pswbportaiture.blogspot.com/
http://www.peterbellamyphoto.com/
More on Peter Bellamy: 
https://medium.com/@Brownstoner/in-1970s-brooklyn-when-horses-roamed-gowanus-and-kids-played-stickball-photos-a3bbe85c0246
New York Street Noise by Pixabay

Not My Neighborhood
by Nadia Selvaggi

This, this, this is not my neighborhood!
Where is Williamsburg, Brooklyn --
my crime-ridden, filthy, spray-painted 'hood?

Where is Eastern District High School?
Where is that old school cool?
Where is all the red brick?
Where are all the addicts itchin' for a fix?

I don't know this place at all
I don't smell my Grandma's moth or meat balls
Corporate greed, thy will be done,
as it is in Manhattan and the City of London

Mr. Global's mercenaries killed our low rent, 
our culture, and our authenticity
Damn the L train gentrifiers!
Damn the cold glass and bitter steal!

Bamonte's, Fortunato Brothers, Nunzio and Sons,
survived New York's perpetual reinvention
Tell me craft beer drinking, Hipster trust fund --
where is my 11211?

Not My Neighborhood by Garddwr Porffor & Nadia Selvaggi (w The Windscale Blues Experiment)

Higher

An elegiac song about lost love, death, resentment, remorse & regret.

“My grief lies all within,
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul.”
― William Shakespeare: from Richard II

“His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.”
― Kim Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter

“I’m unsure which pain is worse– the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.”
– Unknown

Lyrics
"Of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'."

All of us, we make mistakes
Act a little too late
I’ve done my fair share of all that and more
Many messages yesterday
Saying you’d passed away
Fired up bittersweet memories that cut me to my core

Way back when we were involved
I hurt your feelings, all unresolved
Next time we met, your voice, it froze my heart
You left me crying at the station
My love in vain, so blue and lonesome
I never thought that’d be the way we’d part

I never saw you again
We never talked through your pain
And the anger it seems you couldn’t put away
Did you ever ask after me?
You know, we kept the same company
Like that threesome with your so-called fiancé/fiancée

But you didn’t stop smoking
And boozing and joking
Put on weight and rolled like a drunken sailor's bum
Okay, I did the same
I’m not trying to pin blame
I just think you marched to the wrong beat of your drum

Seems you wasted away
Quite why, they didn’t say
Lousy habits, bad health? How should I know?
I hadn’t seen you in years
But I’ll surely shed tears
For what was lost and now lies in deep sorrow
And the part of me that'll always be . . . hollow

Quote above by John Greenleaf Whittier: American Quaker poet and advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States.

From One Singer Left to Mourn, track released December 19, 2023
Music: Michael Sellers; Sergio Aguilar
Lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass, keyboards, & musical arrangement: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Sound engineering & production: Sergio Aguilar; Edgr Ibarra
Album Cover photo: Image by Jorge Barahona from Pixabay
Cover design: Michael Sellers; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

One singer Left To Mourn

Lament

Buy at Bandcamp

Lament (UK Songwriting Contest: Star Rating: 5 Commended Entry)

Spécial thanks to LuBosh for his a capella...

GOODBYE.  feat LuBosh

A psychedelic rock tour de force!! This is a co-write with Catherine Rose, who made excellent contributions to the lyrics.

Special thanks to my musical collaborators for using their considerable musical talents to help me bring the vision for this song to life

Rich O’Brien - Vocal, Guitars, Production, and Mix

J.J. Terrell -@j-j-terrell - Organ

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1– Bass

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken Karasek - Drums and Percussion

No Longer There (with J.J. Terrell, Josh Clary, and Ken Karasek)

An Islander's Progress; being a song concerned with empire and imperialism, and their consequences, and reincarnation.

". . . false accounts of the role Britain played regarding colonisation not only misleads students but supplies them with a false sense of pride. This filter on reality may then be applied to view topics concerning race, discrimination and equality in their adulthood . . . (as a result) . . . racism is embedded in Britain’s history and society."
― Martin Greenwood: The Impact of the Past: How British Colonialism Affects the Modern World: May 4, 2021

Lyrics:
Over the seas and far away (and far away)
When I was young, I joined the ships leaving from the harbour
“Fair winds and following seas” went cries to each and every boat
We hastened down to Africa, then caught the Trade Winds west
With foul holds full of sad lost souls to toil in lands remote
But I drowned off the Florida coast in a raging hurricane
My body lost forever, but my soul it did remain

Proud Islander I was my friend, one of our doughty sailors
Whose cargo to America brought us wealth and God’s good favors
Proud Islander I was my friend
Though hard these days to comprehend
Proud Islander was I . . . Proud Islander was I

Over the seas and far away (and far away)
When I grew up, I yearned to be a brave strong soldier lad
So, I upped and joined the army, and sailed east to India
When the sepoys rose against us, we strapped them to our cannons
And blew them all to Hell and back in the name of Queen Victoria
But cholera came to claim me in a ravaging blue death
My body gone forever, but my soul it would not rest

Proud Islander I was my friend, proud of our mighty regiments
That did our people all inspire by seizing lands and continents
Proud Islander I was my friend
Though hard these days to comprehend
Proud Islander was I . . . Proud Islander was I

Over the seas and far away (and far away)
When good Queen Liz attained the throne, I joined the colony police
And fought the Mau-Mau brutally, with torture and fell murder
Yet in truth I’ll willingly admit to a conscience slightly stricken
When I forced a poor young Kenyan girl to couple with her father
Years later they avenged her fate, strung me up by a noose
My body left for animals, but my soul it still was loose

Proud Islander I was my friend, proud of our glorious history
That encompassed many centuries, albeit often bloodily
Proud Islander I was my friend
You may find it hard to comprehend,
Proud Islander was I … Proud Islander was I

My friend I’ve lived for centuries, seen the rise and fall of nations
I’ve seen bright mornings shining while a dark night duly lengthens
For all my sins it is my fate to be reborn again
I’ve not atoned! Proud Islander, I still am my friend!

Proud Islander I am my friend
Though I find it hard to comprehend,
I’m never going to die . . . I’m never going to die
I’m never going to die

Vocabulary:
Sepoys: The term sepoy referred to all native soldiers in the service of the British East India Company's army. For a number of reasons, many sepoys were involved in the Indian Rebellion of 1857 against British rule. It's fair to say both sides committed atrocities during the Rebellion. It was repressed by the British and quite a few sepoys were executed as described in the song.

Mau-Mau: militant African nationalist movement that originated in the 1950s among the Kikuyu people of Kenya. The Mau Mau advocated violent resistance to British domination in Kenya. The British suppressed their rebellion by means of war with the Mau-Mau fighters and the use of detention camps for large swathes of the population.

Music: Michael Sellers; Sergio Aguilar
Lyrics: Michael Sellers; Gerry Verdier
Vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass, keyboards, & musical arrangement: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Sergio Aguilar
Sound engineering & production: Sergio Aguilar
Album Cover photo: Image originally from cottonbro studio on Pexels
Cover design: Michael Sellers; Loretta Sellers Fortuny

One Singer Left to Mourn

An Islander's Progress

An Islander's Progress (UK Songwriting Contest: Star Rating: 5 Commended Entry)

I asked Tony to write something about leaving the rat race and getting back to the country way of life , he came back with these wonderful words , so easy to work with , we hope you like it ! Next out is the 1st song by lyricist Andrea Brennan and myself on the 1st of May , a belter of a song , then on the 9th is a remix of an old one followed by another by me and Andrea . Due to technical problems Charlotte is having , the next release by Charlie and the Fox is slightly delayed , but it will be worth the wait ! Thank you for supporting all of us , it's much appreciated !

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The Country Life Was Callin'

The Country Life Was Callin' ( Fox and Harris )

13 birds circling about a quarter mile high in the sky, I’ve never seen so many birds circling so high, there are no robots in sight.  He’s not too friendly but he’s got a heart of gold, at a young age he fell in love with falling in love.  I’ll be  the first to break the silence, the silence that’s been kept as long as it’s taken the river to carve the canyon, the canyon between you and me.  You bought a black and white color chart with blood money, I’m talk-in money from the blood bank.  Driving up a one way road, cursing at everyone as you go, trees look like broccoli in a miniature world.  And now it’s five o’clock Thursday afternoon and Friday’s in the air.

Don't Be A Heart Breaker

Farewell

GO P 90

SIT BACK DOWN

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" THE CALL " MANIC

PAUL PELTZER

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