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Wring Your Hands

Interview with Rob Smith (vox) of Malakye Grind on the release of their album, Music For Midnight People

MalakyeGrindFeature

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silent soldiers - love

Piano/Vocals Cover of George Ezra's Track - Blame It On Me

Blame It On Me Cover - George Ezra

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An original track written for uni assessment. Recorded, produced and mixed by yours truly.

COME DOWN TO EARTH (Olaney)

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Nobody got the faintest clue
What to make of this world we’re in
And what it means to me and you

There’s folks that got opinions 
Wear ‘em on their shirtsleeves
Can’t make hide nor hair of it all
No end to what folk believes
 
I got to find a way back home 
To the place where I belong
To the place where I can sing my own damn  song

  
But everyone is an idiot
Seems obvious to me
When er I feel forsaken 
I drop down and take a knee

Pray to some  kind of God above
As if she’s listening in
Space must be a vacuum babe 
Cos I can’t ever get a word in

 I got to find way back home
To the place where I belong
To the place where I can sing my own damn song 


Who am I to judge well I ain’t no one
The truth ain’t out there babe
It’s here with us
I’m just trying to find a way
To keep us alive
On the heels of the darkest hour
That’s when the sun arrive    
 
Everyone is an idiot
So my momma used to say
I thought she was just being mean 
But now I see it the same way
 
I pray to the folks who left me here
On this tiny pale blue dot
Please come back, I’m already packed
I sure hope you remember the spot

Everyone Is An Idiot

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Leavin Town

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what it was
Where were we
Alone and lost
Gave our hearts 
just because
What it is 
What it was

Where were you
When I called your name
Making dos
Playing the game
Where was I 
When it all fell through
Drying eyes
Licking wounds

Try to speak
Eat our words
Singing songs
Is for the birds
Feeling hurt
For the mess we’re in
Raining dirt
On our skin

Raining Dirt

Herrin - Faster Than Light

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Well it’s been so long…  since I had myself a time
My jokes ain’t funny and my words won’t rhyme

I guess you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out old guitar tunes

I never was one to complain too hard never made me a song and dance
Woke up this morning all bound up and yawning on the scent of a happy plants

I guess you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out old guitar tunes

My woman up and left me long time ago, said she a plan so I let her go
I don’t know every evening where I’m gonna be that night

I guess you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out old guitar tunes

Baby ain’t we always fucked up everything we ever laid  our hands upon
Wound up in all kinds of trouble cos we could not keep our pants on

That’s why you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out old guitar tunes

I guess you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out old guitar tunes

Sat me down to breakfast with the questions in my mouth
Imagine my surprise all the answers headed south
Ain’t nothing ever go the way I thought it was goin’ ta go…. No

I guess you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out on them old guitar tunes

I guess you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out old guitar tunes
Guitar tunes

I guess you gonna find me every afternoon
Cussing and a picking out old guitar tunes
Old guitar tunes
Old guitar tunes
Old guitar tunes
Hmmm mmmmm
Hmmm mmmmm

Been so long since I had myself a time…

Old Guitar Tunes Master

Australian singer-songwriter Paul Fogarty wrote his first songs at age 15 and in the 30 + years since he has written more than 1200 original compositions in all styles from Americana and roots to blues, jazz, pop, country, rock, folk rock, folk, instrumental and of course singer-songwriter. 
Paul is always on tour, is based now for the most part in south Germany, and performs all over Europe in clubs and festivals big and small. 

Everyone Is An Idiot

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