Name: Failing Fantasy (Instrumental) by Razzi in Shock the Algorithm
Duration: 4 min 2 s
Description: Music and production by this guy,,,,enjoy

Mournful and haunting guitars, beautiful track

Great guitar playing and nice suspense feel

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Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Glen are listed below.
Vocals, Music, Mix and Video by Glen Granthem.

Video link:
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TWO SELF-TAUGHT MUSICIANS
THAT LOVED AMERICAN ROCK AND ROLL
NAMED JOHN AND PAUL PERFORMED FIRST
OR THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TOLD

THE ADDITION OF GEORGE AND RINGO 
MADE THE FAB FOUR BAND COMPLETE
THE BOYS WERE NOW READY TO GO
PERFORMIN' IN LIVERPOOL AND BEYOND

ATER RECORDING SOME ORIGINAL SONGS
AND PLAYIN' CLASSIC ROCK AND ROLL
ON MANY BBC RADIO PROGRAMS
THEY ROSE TO FAME IN ENGLAND 

AFTER APPEARING IN THE MOVIE
HARD DAYS NIGHT IN SIXTY FOUR
BEATLEMANIA SPREAD AROUND THE WORLD
AND PEOPLE WERE ASKIN' FOR MORE

WHEN I SAW GIRLS SCREAMIN'
WHILE THE BEATLES WERE PLAYIN'
ON THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW
I KNEW BEATLEMANIA
HAD MADE IT TO AMERICA

(GUITAR SOLO)

YEA, WHEN I SAW GIRLS SCREAMIN'
WHILE THE BEATLES WERE PLAYIN'
ON THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW
I KNEW BEATLEMANIA
HAD MADE IT TO AMERICA


2022 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

Beatlemania - Lyrics by Tony - Featuring Glenny G's "One Man Band" - with Video LInk -Original

Check the debut and tribute track from SHOCK THE ALGORITHM, a brand new Hard Heavy Rock band from Athens, GR. This debut track is dedicated to all the blessed souls that we lost unfairly in Tempi, 28/2/23 on a train crash. R.I.P. and God bless all these souls, their families and the whole world.

#τέμπη

Shock the Algorithm

Youtube link: https://youtu.be/03e3VHfWTfo

lyrics:
Wings on a Wagon
----------------
We've spoken twice
and roll the dice
i said i'm leaving this town for a day or two
I packed my bags
i'm on a railway track
i'm gonna see you again my love really soon
We're sailing into the unknown, before the sun comes up
Why we've become so distant? i see wings on a wagon
Why there's no line to reach you, we are flying on flamed wings of a dragon
there's only youth around me, only young angels beside me
i said don't worry about me, i see wings on a wagon
the end is near, i felt no fear
i had no time to think about
i saw the flames, i heard some names
and then connection lost for eternity
and i will call and i won't fall, get some rest and sleep well    
and i'll be there and i'll take care, don't worry mom i won't be late...

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Wings on a Wagon

Wings on a Wagon ( Τέμπη 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2023 )

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

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I have a mind and soul that uses music as an extension to express itself.  I'll find the right keys or chords or just catch a vibe and things happen. I mix it down into a sonic symphony for my ear drums and a visceral voyage for the soul. It might not sound like what's on the radio or anything like your favorite band but I'm not trying to. I simply do what It is I can do best. I do me. Simple. Authentic. Raw. 

My sound is a mix of rock and electronic elements. I've been influenced by many types of music and you'll hear it all blend together nicely if I'm hitting my mark proper. My production methods are a mix of Ableton, my guitar, my midi keyboard, and my mind. Basic, but enough to do some damage.

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