very cool jam, nice melodic twist, great vibe, guitar riffs!

Good collab here, the sound and performance are really good.

Exquisite guitar, very good job and masterisation

I heard this track on COMBSTEAD's profile and asked to be involved. Like a great friend, he said yes and this is what came out.
Thanks, buddy!
COMBSTEAD: https://soundcloud.com/markcombs-928282858

In My Own Lane - COMBSTEAD & Robert Grigg

Oh baby, since you’ve been my lady, we’ve always stood up for what is right
Oh baby, can’t you see that maybe, this time we’ll have to stand and fight

Dark desire, homes on fire, some aspire to become war lords
Hearts divided, hate united, the world is quiet it’s the eve of war

Oh lady we must protect our babies and bring them to a better place
Oh lady these grown up games amaze me, this has become a war of race

Oh the world has let its children down
Oh the world has let its children down

Oh lady when will life show mercy and bring light to our darkest days
Oh lady nothing can console me I want you with me when I say

Oh the world has let its children down
Oh the world has let its children down

The World Has Let Its Children Down

Something More

Verse 1:
It’s getting so cold outside, it sure as hell ain’t May
Bonfires and Halloween, takes me back to a better day
It’s been a long, long, and lonely road, don’t know if I can go on
Things are falling apart since you said goodbye, don’t think I can carry on.

Chorus
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Verse 2:
I burn a candle every day, drink my coffee and play guitar
Leaves turn to orange and burgundy, then the leaves turn brown and fall
I spend a lot of time trying to take things in, trying to move past where I’ve gone wrong.
I keep finding myself back where I began, singing the same old song.

Chorus 
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Verse 3:
My breath’s a ghost on the wind, sun setting on an indian summer day
A full moon chill is setting in but the whiskey warms me as I fade away.
It’s been a long time since I have seen your eyes, I think it’s time I moved on.
October morning’s always take me back to a love that’s long been gone.

Chorus 
It’s been a hard traveled road, October’s knocking on my door.
I’ll be holding on for something, maybe a little something more

Bridge
All right, come on give me something more.

Pending

Something More

Escape

Lyrics to the song: Awakening good feelings, fighting is part of life, and seeing the best of you. Cherish the bad and good times, if you think about giving up, think again! you are capable! Believe in yourself.

Real dreams, who believes what they point to?
I dreamed that I was better than today, maybe I am or not, but I live in peace.

Along the road of this life I reinvented myself, changing plans and moving away from the disguised ones.. Ah! How I got it right. I'm stronger now, I put pieces of myself together and remade my story, that's life.

Real dreams, who believes for what they achieve, I dreamed that I was better than today, maybe I am or not, but I live in peace.

Real dreams

A piano piece I started writing during the composition of my F-sharp minor Nocturne. Initially, I tried to figure out if I could use it as a middle section of the Nocturne (the F-sharp to G minor modulation was a very alluring challenge), but very soon, it started to gain a consciousness of its own, and the music began writing itself. It is a very dark and somber piece that aptly suits its Elegie name. 
I would describe it as an excursion into contemplation and resignation fostered by the pain of loss and irreversibility. Brief sections into the relative (Faith) and parallel major (Remembrance), and some dance-like drunken stupor (Holding on) offer some respite. The G major restatement of the main theme is my latest addition, simply because I found it beautiful. 
I dedicate this piece to Ivan Bago, a great friend and a monumental influence on my music. Safe to say, I wouldn't be deep in this musical endeavor without him. (He also mentioned he would like to play this piece on his own).

Elegie For Piano, G Minor

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

Annoying whisper

Annoying Whisper

This song was inspired by a friend of mine who wrote a short story to talk about the types of scars we get along the way. Some scars are visible and come from getting cut, burned, or having  surgery. BUT some scars are only known to the person who carries these scars. Scars from a broken home, Scars from a lost of a love. Do you have scars that no one can see?
 Special thanks to Dave B, Tom Horner, Phil Farrott, Khalendnk, and Rhoma

These Scars

Sound of Freedom

As forty one summers flew by. 
Damn your age and the blink of your eye.
As all presumed miscreance followed by recompense.
Now. 
You're half done.

The pretender who should have been king.
The same man who could not do a thing for himself.
Or others, not following? 
Hard pills to swallow in life.
What a world.

Look... it's boredom or love on the rocks.
There's no way to avoid aftershocks.
It's either earth shattering, else it's a tiny bit... dull.
Choose your girl.

The fantasy life of your mind, 
Can only replace certain parts of the world.
We all have to live in it, hard to find give in it.
Relax.
Have a whirl.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like we've still got the time.
I remember sixteen.
Seems like yesterday, right?

Was there much money where you grew up?
Were there many reasons to aim up?
Was there bread in the bread bin and laughter and music and songs?
Sing alongs?

Were your twenties a wonderful time? 
Or did you spend it trying to make sense of the world.
A drunken, embittering, withering, dallying fool.
What a world.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Now we're all on the slide.
Do you remember sixteen?
Bet you had quite the time.

What has become?
Face the rising sun.

What has become?

Much more to come.
Face the rising sun.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like your right at my side.
I remember sixteen.
It was yesterday, right.

Down we go.
Down deeper we go.

Forty-One

Alex Norman - smile (ft. allnight) ID (UNRELEASED)

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!

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