@thepeachjuicer: it is Adam, scratch recording, thats why the vocals are a bit crap haha.

Great song, Paul: really love the 'picking and the minor melody

reminds me of Running thru tall grass, just before the sun goes down

Great interplay between the fingerpicking and melody!

mia xx

E flat blues

Fickle flesh

It’s an unsound system buying up the the manna
Take it offshore through the back door - the cat’s getting fatter
And the giants have triumphed, my mind spins like windmills
I feel like I’m hanging by my fingernails off windowsills
I’m falling through the cracks and the fissures in the system
A chasm of duplicity, hypocrisy persisting
Beguiled by the shine of the rich man’s existence
The chances were lies and the myth is you missed ‘em 

It’s time to raise the resistance
It’s time to raze the resistance 
The road that we’re walking on’s twisted
It’s time to rise and resist it

Cos the system’s unsound when it’s built around the pound
And ya life’s a dance of death on the merry-go-round
Of work, eat ,sleep walk, BACK TO WORK - For more of the same
Chuck in some TV and a lottery game
And you’ll feel OK with a little holiday
Or a pharmaceutical awayday
But then you pay and you pay and you pay and you pay
And you work to pay and you pay to work
And you sell your life for your bosses Merc

It’s an unsound system, it’s fuckin you royally
I’m cutting out of it, ain’t gonna embroil me
In bullshit system, Neo-Liberal democracy
Built on war and modern day slavery
You’re branded: the free market
The words are a mockery
Oxymoronic, like virtual reality, could be
Or more than moronic 
Like the dark son of Trier said it would be

Cos he’s a Marxman, on target
But the Bullingdon bastards gotta large it
The boys from Eton, eating everything
Owning land, people, power even freedom
They got it - they wanna keep it
With the aristo’s and cronies all complicit
Eviscerating cultures, ”asset strip it”
Is the mantra
Of the free market capitalist gangster
He’s an onanist - turning life to mist
While he washes the dosh; merchant banker

Laissez faire?
Let’s be fair
You take your share
Of all that’s there

Then if you’ve got the force, you take the rest, of course
Cos anything goes
With no recourse
To justice
Cos there ain’t none
If it’s Citibank or Lloyd’s of London
Monsanto or British Petroleum
Or some Mother Earth fucking corporation
Sucking life out of all of creation

See this system, great for greed, man
Psychopathic just like Thatcher, Reagan, Friedman
Who was funded by the nazi Ford Foundation
Tried and tested in compliant puppet nations
Where they take ya
Disappear ya
If ya think a little different, then they fear ya
Stick you underground where no one else can hear ya
Or in the ocean, whatever’s fuckin nearer

So let’s be clear, Yeah
This ain’t fair
Everything for sale, even air
Your existence, yeah, this one
Being broken up and sold, ad infinitum 
Life itself on the shelf
You’re leasing yourself
You’re losing yourself

You’re drowning in the Pound, the Euro and the Dollar
Caught in the currency of debt, while you holler
But the Bullingdon bastards won’t listen
It’s an ideological mission
When the dead witch said TINA
A broke world believed her
Now’s time for a truthful admission
Yeah lets demystify 
Cos it’s time to try
To reveal the illusion of the money lie
You gotta work, eat, shit, asleep til you die
And nothing’s gonna change til we change the paradigm
It’s a bullshit system
It ain’t fuckin happenin
For 99.9 per cent recurring 

Now TINA’s for turning
Cos Babylon’s burnin
The system ain’t working 
It’s choking the folk 
In the smoke of their hope
While the rope on your neck keeps on jerking
You back into place
With the rats in the race
Yeah, we jumped from grace with our blinded eyes open
And now we’re bewildered and broken

Cos it’s an unsound system
It’s fucking up your your your area
You think you’re in a safe space
But where the air is rarer
Outside the perimeter
We’re children of the universe 
And we can fuckin hear ya

We’re children of the universe 
Together on this planet Earth
Connected deep at quantum levels
Animated, not by devils
Not my politicians,  priests, manipulators, liars, thieves
Degenerate celebrities
Nor money
Are you getting me? 
Love’s the guvnor, can’t ya see?
Don’t you know it?

As a man said
“Let it be”

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In My Living Room

Written by me, Mark (SpAcE HopPeR) 2023. Adam Crane on electric & acoustic guitars. Extra guitar, & root idea guitar loop, Paul Stokes (The Strawmen). Vocal effects, me

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Paul, Gaz & me (The Plastered Tree People).... This is a collaboration
with singer songwriter Paul Stokes & guitarist Gaz, With me on bass, synth's & production. Guitar solo on part 2, Paul Stokes. Recorded  around November 2023. Rest in peace Paul

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