great sound brother, love the instrumental work

Awesome aggressive guitars - badass 80's metal vibes!

Berry bitchin guitar solo hard rock vibes 🎸🤘

Robert Grigg it's good to hear ya man keep it going

gr8 collab guys... has a nice sharp metal edge to it....

Love the screaming hot guitar. Dig the reverb on the drums too. Yeah, go!

Cheer for your team

Oh, don't try that bullshit with me, my dear.
Or I'll be giving you a wave.
Your fantasies are growing out of hand.
Just one more on my list to save.

I'm the one that showed you all the secret ways.
Paths to avoid; how to behave.
You've taken all these gifts that I bestowed on you.
Turned them to something in your brain.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
Because we're only here once.
You don't follow.
Advice (to) say no.
Your first reaction is to plunge.

The path to twisted logic is not paved with gold.
The years of struggle take their toll.
Although I don't excuse the things you've done.
It's hard to dig out of a hole.

A story in your mind is not the same as truth.
A fort that's built on shifting sands.
The tide of time came in and cut you off.
Its waters covered up your lands.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
This is the only chance we get.
(I) don't want to know.
Your problems, though.
And no one's giving you a gett.

A shout from afar.
There's a message you're missing. 
There's are signs coming up.
You should read.
Their letters unopened.
Their warnings unheaded.
In the absence of reason.
You can't breathe.

This is a final reminder.
A notice they're serving.
An advertising campaign on TV. (x2)
The path that you're on.
It's the wrong road you've taken.
The deadly silence in between.
This is the silence in between.

Oh, don't give me that nonsense there's beauty in truth.
You beat the fuckers to the punch.
I've always been a cynic I worry too much.
Won't always get you a free lunch. 

Your mother always told you "we don't hold a grudge".
But, you can't seem to let it go.
She doesn't know you cos you hide it all so well.
Select few people in the know.

Oh, c'est la vie.
Live fast and free?
Only the foolish that stay young.
Forever goes, on through the snow.
You're best placed if you are amongst.
Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
"Will they forgive me in the end?"
Before I go.
A sign to show.
There's certain things that you can't mend.

Caught in the middle.
A crook and a fork in the road.
You took what you wanted.
And never thought to give back some.
To all the people who helped you to make your way up.
All the things that you did trying to make sure that they would say.
"You're okay".
You used your advantage to pull the wool over her eyes.
Never imagining we could see straight through your straight through your lies.
The depths that you'd sink to.
Just to appear to be sound.
It got to the point when nobody wanted you around.
In the town.
A drink in the morning to stop you from wretching means nowt.
It's better to keep it all in than to let all out.
Nobody wants to hear about your childhood you know.
If you won't move on from it, then you won't have any room to grow.
All for show.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach.

A chat with the neighbours upon whom you always impress.
Exacting credentials, oh, you wear your heart on your chest.
"Don't listen to anything anyone says about me".
You say with a grin as you walk to the shop for your beers.
"I'll say cheers"
Nobody's saying that you had it easy you know.
But that doesn't mean that you can just be a bastard and go.
Off on a tangent on any vaguely similar theme.
That makes you look brilliant at least in your mind as you scheme.
In your dreams.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach. [x2]

It's the bitterness seeping out of you in a giant cloud.
What a clown.

It's been so long that it really isn't the same in this town.
In fact things are better now that you are never around.
Like a bad smell that we just couldn't get to go away.
You stay for a week when you promised to stay for a day.
I must say.
You borrowed some money, hoping that you'd find your way home.
Never stopping to think.
Or thanking your folks for the loan.
I don't know what it is but there's just something off with your tone.
A slight whiff of violence.
You're just like a dog with a bone.
A no go.

Narcissistic.
C'est la vie.



C'est la Vie

All Hands - Combstead / Robert  Grigg

QUANDO ELA CHEGOU WHEN SHE ARRIVED

The Last Stand

Afterglow

Power coursing through your veins, a surge at the edge of exploding, power, power, power...

Soli Deo Gloria!

Power Surge

A long-form song I made around the idea of growing older and seeing everyone, including you, change. Some people exit your lives, some stay around. Regardless, it's a pretty heavy pill to swallow. Hope you'll enjoy it! You can also find the song on my Youtube page:
https://youtu.be/RWAdbQZZMH4

LYRICS:

INTRO:

VERSE 1:
Well here our story starts, back when we were seven
looking for adventure, that till we're eleven
back when we felt time could never catch up
why bother trying too hard, this friendship we confide in?
prechorus:
But now we're getting older, we can tell
you're a woman now and I'm  a man
some paths will divide and some'll connect
but will you please just come back here again?

CHORUS

OOooohhh x2
PleassEEEeeeee
don't leave me
 
INTERLUDE:
VERSE 2:
And I still look
at those pictures
of us both rolling, throwing
 a smile escapes me oh yeah maybe
prechorus 2:
well now we're getting older, we can tell
you're a woman now and I'm  a man
these paths will divide, that is that
but will you please just come back here again?

 CHORUS

OOooohhh x2
PleassEEEeeeee
don't forget about me

OUTRO:

Ooh-ooh-ooh x 16

Here Again

New mix by Kris Bolin of The Bawl Slant @bawl-slant
check out his work here: https://on.soundcloud.com/B4n1U


LYRICS:

The skin you're wound in
won't keep the sound in
so stop pretending

You hiss and you are steaming
Your eyes are streaming
and I can't say here, no

Slip-on shoes and dripping blues
You're waiting for the shipping news
Birds dive beneath the waves
They're showing you an early grave
The sea is where we go to die
The moon is hidden by the night

Waterfalls run backwards
and continents will drift apart
The universe must shrink again
so you can have your heart restart

I can't stay here
No

Slip-on shoes and dripping blues
You're waiting for the shipping news
Birds dive beneath the waves
They're showing you an early grave
The sea is where we go to die
The moon is hidden by the night

Waterfalls run backwards
and continents will drift apart
The universe must shrink again
so you can have your heart restart

The universe must shrink again
so you can have your heart restart

Dripping Blues [The Bawl Slant mix]

A paean to famous author and dental revolutionary, Dr. Crick.

— LYRICS —

Francine had a toothache
A nagging, throbbing sore
Tormenting her for weeks
Francine had a toothache
With the unrelenting pain
She couldn’t get a good night’s sleep

Francine made the call
Every day she made the call
Each time she made the call
With a simple question

Francine made the call
Every day she made the call
Each time she made the call
With a simple question

Can I please
Can I please
Can I please just get an appointment?!
I can’t get an appointment!

Out of options and out of hope
Francine turned to Dr. Crick
A half of whisky and rusty pliers
Will surely do the trick!

Wait and see
Just you see
Wait and see
You won’t need an appointment

“I’m going to let you into a secret.
Here’s all you need to do…
That’s right.
Every. Single. One.”

All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
All of them
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

Pull them out
That’s right
All of them
Every single one!

All I need
All I need
All I need
Is soup and a straw!



GENiUS Unveils Simple Trick to Have ZERO Dental Bills! (Demo)

Mortified

It's a blessing to be able to create music and if someone enjoys my work, that's icing on the cake! All blessings come from God.

As a retired DOD Civil Service worker, I have time to record some. I have been recording at home sice around 1990 and some of my tracks are very old.  I‘ve had 50+ years in bands playing music of many types. I still play the club scene 3 to 4 times a month. Life is good!

I'm a Guitarist who likes to write, record and sing many styles of music. Please check out my tracks. I'm also enjoying the occasional collaborations.  Meeting some good friends on here and continuing to grow. Thank you for listening!


Es una bendición poder crear música y si alguien disfruta de mi trabajo, ¡eso es la guinda del pastel! Todas las bendiciones vienen de Dios. Como trabajador jubilado del Servicio Civil del Departamento de Defensa, tengo tiempo para registrar algunos. He estado grabando en casa durante unos 23 años y algunas de mis pistas son muy antiguas. He tenido más de 50 años en bandas tocando música de muchos tipos. Todavía juego en la escena del club de 3 a 4 veces al mes. ¡La vida es buena! Soy un guitarrista al que le gusta escribir, grabar y cantar muchos estilos de música. Por favor, echa un vistazo a mis pistas. También estoy disfrutando de las colaboraciones ocasionales. Conocer a algunos buenos amigos aquí y seguir creciendo. ¡Gracias por escuchar!

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