Strength Within

Here Comes The Caberet

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Single

Wings of Glass

A heavy, melodic rock song about a fictional mining disaster and the rich boss attempting to cover it up and escape in his airship.

Factory Gates

My guitar's red hot can't cool it down 
Molten notes explode shake this town 
The music's a wildfire can't be tamed 
The blaze is alive whispering my name 

Fire in my hands

Video available:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zS1LT5_WlVE

Digby the Tramp

Friends in Low Places by Garth Brooks (Metal Cover)

1st Album release with Falling A Records - Beloved Alice - Alison Cowie vocals, Mick Emerson - Guitar,  Paul Torkington - Bass,  Blacky Blackburn - Drums

TURN ME OVER

Those who work all day are the king's of the night 🤴

Make sure you check out the whole playlist "Stoner Rock Episodes"
soundcloud.com/benjo80/sets/stoner-rock-episodes

Lyrics:
If the sun goes down (down, down)
We flood downtown (town, town)
Those kids are gone (gone, gone)
The place is our own (own, own)

Working all day,
Till the end of light, 
We are all yours,
But we own the night.

We too deserve our space,
At night we own this place, 
Turning left or falling right, 
We are the king's of the night,
At the club or at the bar,
(We are the king's till the first light)

No need for you to complain, 
You don't want us to turn insane,
Up to the first beams of light,
(We are the king's of the night) night, night.

The city we flood (flood, flood)
With our vibes we got (got, got)
Working all day in the mud (mud, mud)
The night means a lot (lot, lot)

Working all day,
Till the end of light, 
We are all yours,
But we own the night.

We too deserve our space,
At night we own this place, 
Turning left or falling right, 
We are the king's of the night,
At the club or at the bar,
(We are the king's till the first light)
No need for you to complain, 
You don't want us to turn insane,
Up to the first beams of light,
(We are the king's of the night) night, night.

We too deserve our space,
At night we own this place, 
Turning left or falling right, 
We are the king's of the night,
At the club or at the bar,
(We are the king's till the first light)
No need for you to complain, 
You don't want us to turn insane,
Up to the first beams of light,
(We are the king's of the night) night, night.

We are the king's of the night
We are the king's of the night (night, night]

Wings of Glass

Alloverking