sounds great - warm bass - good vocal mix. Lyrics at https://www.songwriter-forum-kitchen.com/forum/songs-for-review/2/alone-on-the-bridge/4710/

great tune. lovely use of space. great percussion and vocal delivery.

come the morning


     fall asleep s'deeply, hit the bottom of a hole        
      In the morning it will be alright                
       fingers all in knots, the poet drinks, his parrot talks  
         come the morning it'll be alright                             
           surrender the day
         n' release the night

   'world is getting smaller, th' closer I look
        plenty I don't understand                              
     there isn't much below me as the night lights up
        with th' stars from th' back of yo' hand
       y' say I'm lost, that
         I don't give a damn

     when I say that giving is all that I am

   and so amidst my youthful search, for the absolutes, I saw
    I saw the motley fool's-cap rise
    far from th' hailing distance of heated disputes I 
      feel inclined to live my life
        without excuse, I 
          don't compromise 

     come the morning light... it'll be alright

	  surrender the day
	and release the night

	   come the morning it will be alright

Come The Morning

Night and Day

the face you make, night and day
rise and shine, come what may
is this all you would ask of me,
the low hanging fruit from the nearest tree?
I have my pride
tell me, what's your need

stars align, bold and bright

sirens wail, my body aches I
cannot fail or hesitate
this, my dove, my olive branch I
take my lead from given circumstance
 wind in my sail
as I take your hand

I cannot fail, you understand

jumping fences, the open field
no loose change to conceal
useful friend, my tiny empire
to defend, to move and inspire
me at your side
we'll survive if not thrive

taking chances, do or die

Day & Night

The Fall Of The Jungle King

hunger when I see you
What's an animal to do?
reaching for perfection
with nothing but affection in my heart
fear aside, come step into my cage
where the air is dry but cooler in the shade

blind since my recapture
to does and does not matter
just because you're paranoid
doesn't mean that they're not out to getcha'
friends appear and will tell you of their dreams
and enemies, well, they're never what they seem 
          eclipse of the sun with the birds anticipating
      fall of the one time mighty jungle king

the whole point of no return
was a landslide of earthly concern
'only time I knew my place 
was when they rang my bell and then they ran away
close your eyes, lo' and behold the truth
and what you feel belongs to none but you

no complaints, I've no regrets
I've made my peace with what is left
and my pride it was no gift it
was a curse I will be glad to have lifted
the price I paid I choose not to remember
with a leap of faith and the courage to surrender
                the fall of the once so mighty jungle king
            the world still turns and the birds, they still sing

The Fall Of The Jungle King

wolves

we fall back on clichés at times like this,
I'd rather fall back with you instead,
onto the footpath, we could talk things over,
a forest of people moving over-head
but you don't want a little world,
an everywhere scenario, or not with me, not now

besides your hurrying for work and the words we use,
aren't words so much as cries,
just random sounds for all the stuff
we can't talk about, not yet,
but you don't want a little world,
an everywhere scenario, not with me, not now

not words so much as wolves
they hide behind the sunlit city buildings,
getting closer, dodging through the traffic and the crowds,
they gather in a circle around us,
howling, howling, howling, and when you leave,
they follow me back home

they follow me home

_____________________


original groove by Ciaran & Aine Parkes 
& Rightly

Wolves Acoustic

the wonder that precedes the thunder

I haven't got what it takes to quit
'just play my hand n' get on with it
some might pray or say it's written in the stars
holding up answers with exclamation marks
toss an easy catch, all passions run from me!
strike another match, noncommittal and care-free

Ooh hooo...

you wanna' slow 't down, then I'm gonna' get off
'paid for my ticket, now I'm not gonna' stop
'swear it's like a habit to be hoodwinked, short changed
this time we're gonna' go the whole, damn way
this time we're gonna' go the whole, damn way

down in the valley we were almost lost
with the songs of the river n' the light so soft
th' jury dispersed when the judge didn't show
th' accused left standing n' th' case was never closed
deft slight of hand, murder in the first degree
void of reprimand, footloose n' fancy-free

Ooh hooo...

the wraith on your mast and your blinking cunt
will guide these stars 'til my days are done
but did you ever stop for a moment t'ponder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder

Ooh hooo...

the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
_______________________________

the Wonder that Precedes the Thunder

Just Like a cyclone
It's ever needing
It's like a habit 
That just needs feeding
A ray of sun
A drop of rain
There isn't anything
To null the pain

Time can set us free
Time will let us be
In the fight
On the darkest night
Light the fire for me

Deep in a whirlpool
Inside the fire
A distant craving
A deep desire
A tinderbox
Of deeper love
Until the sky
Falls from Above

Light The Fire For Me (2024 Remix)

The Mark Of Cain 

first man borne of earthly woman
wakeful n' fresh as the morning dew
the heavens fell, he was false as hell
over which he was meant to rise and rule 

crouched was sin, waiting in desire for him
only one shade darker than quicksand
sunken in haste, so as to mask all trace
the blood of Abel crying out from the land
rolling and rounded
running in a circle of blood and of grain
never were we truly forgiven
only smitten with the
the mark of Cain
bold and profane
the mark of Cain, of Cain, Cain 

expelled from all the glory of Eden
sent forth n' far from the grace of God
flesh o' his brother, n' fruit of th' field
he built a city, settled in the land of Nod 

industry of lust, engines of sin
we begin wi' all fair favour spent
sound n' fury, live n' love thy misr'y
daggers in the smiles of foe and of friend
thus were laid the laws of human nature
and they don't change
the dye is cast from the first to the last
with the mark
the mark of Cain
bold and profane
the mark of Cain, of Cain, Cain 

ne'er to be truly forgiven only smitten with the
the mark of Cain, angry and vain
the mark of Cain, bold and profane
the mark of Cain, of Cain, of Cain
the mark of Cain

the mark of Cain



Promises Turning Black

I am not in your tree, and you're not in mine
only the stable will not snap, the strong survive
cutting all my scenes like a curious child
  with a razor blade
   promises that I made slowly turning black
 promises that I made forever slowly turning black

 when I showed the secret to you
about how to rule the world
you had to take it all and leave me looking back
  and looking back is nothing new
    promises that I made, you made them too
           promises turning black and blue

I am not in your tree, but I like the view
high above it all, and yet I'm still below you
waiting for the rain to come, th' sun to shine
        like a precious jewel
    promises that I made slowly turning black
promises that I made forever slowly turning black

  how to put the words together
 I fail each time I try
I make an effort, there is no doubting that
   so many questions you need not ask
    promises that I made, you made them too
            promises turning black and blue
          _________________

Brian Burgess & Rightly 

promises turning black

lyrics...


this is how the rich win the war

this is how the rich win the war
       magnifying differences,
    triggering all prejudice
 this is how the rich win the war

this is why you're destined to lose
     content with apologies
     accepting of the way it is
this is why we're destined to lose
    these mind machinations
       way out on a limb
   they' tightening the vice
        my head caves in

this is how the pricks win the war

success will surely destroy you
    there's no other way around it
   you will leave it like you found it
success will certainly kill you
      these mind machinations
        telling me I cannot win
           m' head is in the vice
             still the light gets in

 this is why we're destined to lose

     they will eat you alive
   slowly 'cause they' got no teeth
    it begins on the inside
  'till you're prayin' for release

this is how the rich win the war

This Is How The Rich Win The War

alone on the bridge

I’m falling apart, and this heavy heart
Makes no sense from where you sit 
I tick all the boxes, have all the options 
All targets hit 
But I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart 

Outside in it’s working 
Inside out it’s not
I’m done pretending 
I’ve given all I’ve got 
Why is everything still not enough. 

If you ask me how am I feeling 
I’ll say I’m fine 
Why would you question, not believe me
Why would you cross that line 
I say I’m feeling fine 
I’m feeling fine 

Outside in it’s working 
Inside out it’s not
I’m done pretending 
I’ve given all I’ve got 
Why is everything still not enough. 

If only I shouted, if I had the courage 
To pick up the phone 
To say that I’m drowning while No one is watching 
I’m all alone 
I’m all alone 
All alone 

Outside in it’s working 
Inside out it’s not
I’m done pretending 
I’ve given all I’ve got 
Why is everything still not enough. 

You say if you were mine 
We’d be just fine 
Maybe it’s time 
To give it a try

Outside in it’s working 
Inside out it’s not
I’m done pretending 
I’ve given all I’ve got 
Why is everything still not enough.

Not Enough

I've moved house! 
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Like all who are impassioned, Rightly takes blissful delight in losing himself, in fully experiencing the thrill of surrender. And so he often writes with no desire to think, in an externalised reverie, letting the words cuddle him like a baby in their arms. They form sentences with no meaning, flowing softly like water he can feel, a forgetful stream whose ripples mingle and undefine, becoming other, still other ripples, and still again other. Thus ideas and images, throbbing with expressiveness, pass through him in resounding processions of pale silks on which imagination shimmers like moonlight, dappled with indefinite.

alone on the bridge

Rightly

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