Name: Suicide Blues by Robin Glasco
Duration: 4 min 23 s
Description: Writen after two friends in two years took their lives in the same manner.

Ace job, mate.  Genuine talking blues vocal all the way home.

Like Tez pointed out: talking blues.  Very nicely done, Robin. Great story. Well mixed.

Writen after two friends in two years took their lives in the same manner.

Suicide Blues

Rose

Dance if you wanna

Remix of our first released track 'Introduction' (previous version in 2005)

Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxJK6wED5PA

Introduction 2022

HEY HEY MY MY-NEIL YOUNG

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.
Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this, but they give you that
And once you're gone, you can't come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
Is this the tale of Johnny rotten?
It's better to burn out than fade away
The king is gone but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jeff Blackburn / Neil Young

HEY HEY MY MY-Neil Young cover lyric here

Music and production - Kris Bolin - https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant
Lyrics and melody - Marc Freak

JUST BLIND
Did you hear that?
Over and out
Did you see that?
Whats it about?
There's a ticking
Its not my heart
But its the broken kind

CHORUS
This is a life cut short
Listen as they applaud
Heavenly born child
There was so much to do
Wasted my time on you
You can't tame the wild

Twisted, decaying
Kept in a box
Can't hear what it's saying
But it never stops
But I'm not deaf just blind

CHORUS

Just Blind (Marc Freak & Kris Bolin)

An eerie and moody piece that builds up towards a grand finale. Features piano and dulcimer lead melodies. This is about a recurring dream about a weird house set in a desolate landscape. 

Photo by:
https://lorenzduremdes.wordpress.com/

Dreams Of Plastic People

Asian Dragon

Artwork by Mark Frost https://pixabay.com/fr/users/blackdog1966-8141061/

Whale Island

Hannibal (/ˈhænɪbəl/; Punic: 𐤇𐤍𐤁𐤏𐤋, romanized: Ḥannībaʿl; 247 – between 183 and 181 BC) was a Carthaginian general and statesman who commanded the forces of Carthage in their battle against the Roman Republic during the Second Punic War.

In 218 BC, Hannibal attacked Saguntum (modern Sagunto, Spain), an ally of Rome, in Hispania, sparking the Second Punic War. Hannibal invaded Italy by crossing the Alps with North African war elephants. In his first few years in Italy, he won a succession of victories at the Battle of the Trebia, Lake Trasimene, and Cannae, inflicting heavy losses on the Romans. Hannibal was distinguished for his ability to determine both his and his opponent's respective strengths and weaknesses, and to plan battles accordingly. His well-planned strategies allowed him to conquer and ally with several Italian cities that were previously allied to Rome. Hannibal occupied most of southern Italy for 15 years. The Romans, led by Fabius Maximus, avoided directly engaging him, instead waging a war of attrition. Carthaginian defeats in Hispania prevented Hannibal from being reinforced, and he was unable to win a decisive victory. A counter-invasion of North Africa, led by Roman General Scipio Africanus, forced him to return to Carthage. Hannibal was eventually defeated at the Battle of Zama, ending the war in a Roman victory.

Hannibal

Quand je serai trop vieux, trop fatigué 
et que mes heures seront déjà comptées ?
Quand mon cœur aura des rides 
et que mon âme sera vide ?

Dans une journée d'août ou bien d'octobre ? 
Dans le bien trop fastueux, ou le trop sobre ?
Dans la nuit ou sous le soleil ? 
Mais pour moi, c'est pareil.

Mais quand reviendras-tu, ma portée disparue ?
Partie sans laisser trace, ni adresse,
dans un soir de tristesse.
Mais, quand reviendras-tu, ma portée disparue ?
Tu m'as laissé tout seul, mis au rencart,
dans un soir de brouillard.
Mais quand reviendras-tu ..?

Quand j'n'aurai plus d'amour au fond des yeux, 
que je ferai le sourd à chaque aveu ?
Tout de suite ou maintenant ? 
Quand les poules auront des dents ?

Dans un vacarme d'enfer, ou le silence ; 
pour un nouveau départ, une autre danse ;
une heure de passage 
au sein de ton corsage ?

Mais quand reviendras-tu, ma portée disparue ?
Partie sans laisser trace, ni adresse,
dans un soir de tristesse.
Mais, quand reviendras-tu, ma portée disparue ?
Tu m'as laissé tout seul, mis au rencart,
dans un soir de brouillard.
Mais quand reviendras-tu ..?

Et quand résonnera l'heure dernière,
que je jett'rai un œil, par derrière,
est-ce bien toi que je verrai, 
ou bien l'ombre d'un regret ?

Mais quand reviendras-tu, ma portée disparue ?
Partie sans laisser trace, ni adresse,
dans un soir de tristesse.
Mais, quand reviendras-tu, ma portée disparue ?
Tu m'as laissé tout seul, mis au rencart,
dans un soir de brouillard.
Mais quand reviendras-tu, ma portée disparue ?
Depuis, je compte les heures sur la pendule
dans mes soirs somnambules.
Mais, quand reviendras-tu ..?

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Paroles et Musique : Sébastien BONNEAU dit SeBB
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Crédits :
Basse : Yann DANET
Guitare : Sébastien INIZAN
Batterie : Vincent LASCOSTE
Chant : Sébastien BONNEAU.
Mixage : Matthieu REALINI
Enregistrement : Studio "RED BOWLING BALL" - 78390 Bois d'Arcy.

Suicide Blues

Robin Glasco

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