I can relate to your words 'the grief is hard to hide, can't keep it all inside'...grief is so heavy but your song had me feelin' good :)

great music mano! Keep it up, never stop!

Nice track Robert, I like your riffs as always man

Great sounds, great lyrics and cool rhythm, good one buddy!

Has a classic southern rock and alt country sound, love the slide guitar

Cool track 👍 hello from palm bay Fl.  Check me out

(C) 1999 This is a redo of a Track I wrote around 1985. All instruments are real except I programed the drums.
Guitar, Bass And Vocals by Robert Grigg.
A song about heartache and loss. We've all been through it!

Feelin' Bad

Chant : Paul Le Meur; Trompette : Denys Danielidès; Saxophone : Maxime Jaslier; Trombone : Thomas François; Basse : Julien Hervé; Batterie : Nicolas Sibaud; Clavier et composition : Pierre Lacroix; Prise de son et mixage : Michaël Clergeot.

Une fille dans la ville

Harmony of Celestial Giants

This mini album is about feelings. Some things I been through. Let it out to move on. Start a new chapter. Emotional tracks. About fears and things that know one else knows. About listen. To have someone to rely on. Someone who listens and understands.

He Tried To Tell Them

When the letters came back, sealed with no,
In the quiet defeat, where did my dreams go?
You were there, your silent gaze held me tight,
A whisper in the gloom, a beacon in the night.

Pages scattered, the theories hard to bind,
In the maze of knowledge, peace hard to find.
Yet, there you were, in your unwavering way,
A constant in chaos, turning night to day.

Through every trial, every silent plea,
In the echo of my steps, it was you and me.
In the depths of despair, where no one could see,
You were my strength, my solace, my key.

When the cupboards were bare, the future unclear,
In the throes of loneliness, feeling no one near.
Your shadow beside me, a comforting light,
In the cold, in the silence, through the longest night.

Dreams pursued, with a heart so frail,
A nervous wreck, as hopes set sail.
Dreams lost, in the wind, they'd wail,
Yet, in your quiet support, I'd never fail.

The tears that fell, in the solitude of fears,
Unseen, unheard, in the passing of years.
Yet, you stood by me, through the storms we'd brave,
In every whispered doubt, in every wave.

As years passed, the climb steep and sheer,
Life's burdens heavier, with each passing year.
But in every moment of doubt, every fear,
Your steadfast love was always near.

Through every trial, every silent plea,
In the echo of my steps, it was you and me.
In the depths of despair, where no one could see,
You were my strength, my solace, my key.

Now, with the moon's whisper, casting shadows above,
You are here, with your warmth and your love,
As the world turns, in time's wide sweep.
You are softly purring on my lap, in peaceful sleep.

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Perhaps our most beautiful song. About a beautiful soul. About a journey that many of us hold dear—a tribute to the guardians in our lives. This song unfolds the story of resilience, of silent battles fought, and the unwavering support found in our most loyal companions. This song is very close to our hearts, inspired by the quiet moments of companionship that have brightened my darkest days. We hope it resonates with you, bringing back memories of shared glances, silent understanding, and the unconditional love that defines these relationships.

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Contradistinctions

Always There

Today, while sitting on my fav’rite chair 
I heard something on the ra-di-o
Saying
hey…

What does - it - all - mean…?
And where -  do  - we go…?
What is - the purpose -  of this all…?

But 
then, 
A light comes to me;
Don’t be afra’id…
All will be one…

Sometimes, I don’t know what’s true or false
And - the illusory – truth - kicks in
Saying 
hey…

All is black and grey…
Utterly, black and grey…
What is - the purpose -  of this all…?

But 
then, 
A light comes to me;
Don’t be afra’id…
All will be one…

Often confused about rea-li-ty
But I’m sure, I really saw that light 
Whisp’ring 
hey…

All ‘ be one
One ‘ be all 

All will be one…

All Will Be One (Instrumental)

Transends

On Monday, I work hard,
Papers pile, coffee's charred,
Meetings, coding, endless tweaks,
But the weekend? That's my peak.

On Tuesday, I work hard,
Theories tangle, brains bombard,
Charts fill up, outlook bleak,
But the weekend? Pure technique.

On Wednesday, I work hard,
Meetings marathon, no regard,
Deadlines loom, prospects meek,
But the weekend? I don't peek.

On Thursday, I work hard,
Debates deep, stay on guard,
Concepts clash, spirits bleak,
But the weekend? Zen I seek.

On Friday, I work hard,
Last push, play every card,
Tasks end, fatigue's at peak,
But the weekend? Rest unique.

On the weekend, I don't work,
I panic, fret, then shirk.
Doubt looms, I vent, I snap,
Rushing, cramming—what a trap!

Worries fade, then I regroup,
Focus sharpens, back in the loop.
Commit, persist, tasks resized,
Strive, push hard, and organize.

Execute, multitask, find my groove,
Final stretch, things improve.
Endless trials, all in the murk,
Yes, on the weekend, I don't work.

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This one is for all the breadfans out there--introducing "On the Weekend I Don't Work," a funky speed rock track inspired by Budgie iconic riff. This track captures the weekly grind's relentless pulse and the ironic twist of a weekend not so different from the workdays. Through energetic verses, the song narrates a week of hard work, building up to a weekend supposed to be for rest, yet filled with its own hectic challenges. It's a tongue-in-cheek look at the reality of never truly 'turning off,' perfect for anyone who finds themselves just as busy on their days off as they are the rest of the week.

#OnTheWeekendIDontWork #WeekendWarriors #SpeedRock #RockAnthem #WorkLifeBalance #EnergyHigh #MusicForTheSoul

On the Weekend I Don't Work

playing some jazz on my bass and piano in my studio, let me know what you think

SWING6

"Sky Blue Dreams" is a musical journey through the heart and soul of Coventry City Football Club and its dedicated fan base. This rock opera album explores the passion, triumphs, challenges, and undying support of the fans, told through a mix of anthemic rock, heartfelt ballads, and introspective melodies. Each track captures a different facet of the football club’s culture, from historic highs to the fresh hopes of a new era.

Created using Udio Beta.

Rust and Dust

LYRICS - 

Picking pieces of my brain, outta my bloody nose. 
I think there's fent in my cocaine, but i don't really wanna know.

She said I'm leaving, and don't give me a call.
...but my face is pressed up to the phone 
and I'm humming with the dial tone. 

Living life for others, and spending hundred dollar bills.
I want a new life so damn bad but it's something I don't wanna build.

I've been not eating, and texting old friends from school,
but my number's blocked or they moved on,
either way I'll say it's cool.

You don't know what it's like.
Sleeping alone
Laying there in the dark. 
Cold and alone. 

I still remember how you tasted,
before my mouth went numb. 

I'm not ignorant or blind,
baby, I'm just coked. 


Living out of hotels,
locking every door. 

My truck smells like cigarettes
with ashes on the floor.

Going back to rehab to try and settle down.
Then falling in and out of love with a girl from another town.

Baby, turn and run while you still can,
cause I'll break your pretty heart.

Then mend it all back together,
just to tear it all back apart.

I lost you, I lost myself.
Somewhere in the park. 

Maybe someday I'll find that one
to follow me into the dark.

Coked

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 for around 23 years 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!

Feelin' Bad

Robert Grigg

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