That's is amazing! Great blues feel fantastic work!

Reverbaration

Pat, do you know what it takes?
Can you pile all your bluster into all the shapes.
To always look to improve?
Not so cool.
By the rules. 

Pat, don't you have friends make?
To make it right round all the world keeps turning.
To always be on the move.
In the groove.
Damn their rules?
The old schools.

The bells and the whistles of ancient epistles.
Won't congregate ever for you.
You've been waiting for something to do.
Now you're old and youre greying. 
The prophetic teachers, are incumbent leaches.
You've got nowhere to go.
Or get away from, sing your sad songs.
Fool.
You're a fool.

Pat do you have what it takes?
Can you cover your back in a game with high stakes.
To Always be on the run.
Overcome.
Not begun.

Pat, any more moves to make?
Watching your back in a world full of Snakes.
The fighting talk is done.
Just so wrong.
That two wrongs.
Make a wrong.

The fancy decanters or chains on your ankles.
Won't make any difference to you,
You've been waiting for something to do.
But you're old and youre greying. 
The further the reaches, to days on the beaches.
You've got nowhere to go.
Or get away from, sing your sad songs.
Fool.
You're a fool.







To Each Its Own - Grigg/Butts/Combstead

MERRY EX-MAS
Music by Overdrive & Ian PH Clifford

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This is my reinterpretation of the song Merry Ex-Mas, a brilliant piece by Ian PH Clifford. The original version is an absolutely beautiful track, just acoustic guitar and voice. I was so taken with the song that I immediately asked Ian if I could do a remix. He agreed and even after saying that I was interested in doing something punk or post-punk, Ian didn't shy away. So the original acoustic version went from 127 bpm to 160 bpm, and incorporated distorted guitars, pounding bass and frantic drums. It's a complete miracle that there are still people who want to do collabs with me, even though I mutilate songs like this. 😂

Merry Ex-Mas was #4 on the Repost/Exchange rock chart and I can only thank Ian for the opportunity to reinterpret a song that is already fantastic in itself.

Check out the beautiful original version:
https://soundcloud.com/ianphclifford/merry-ex-mas

I also recommend checking out Ian's incredible work on Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/ianphclifford

Hope you enjoy the song.


LYRICS
Something I’ve been thinking about a lot this week
Is you’ve been in his arms longer than you were with me
As the snow falls down outside and I’m sliding past your drive
And I can see that you’re home
But I am paralyzed, I won’t even try
To say hello
This winter feels longer than lifetimes
I feel like I’ve lived and died a hundred times
But I don’t cry anymore that wells dry down to the floor
And now I’m outside of your front door
And I’m not sure what I’m doing here
Merry Christmas I guess
I miss you to death
The ribbon on my wrist is turning my hand blue
I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas
I said I’d never live another day without you
No I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas
Something I’ve just figured out
Is why you had to leave
Your heart is colder than ice
And mine began to freeze
As the snow falls down outside and I’m sliding past your drive
And I can see that you’re home
I am paralyzed, but I know I need to try
To say hello
This winter feels longer than lifetimes
I feel like I’ve lived and died a hundred times
But I don’t cry anymore that wells dry down to the floor
And now I’m outside of your front door
And I’m not sure what I’m doing here
Merry Christmas I guess
I miss you to death
The ribbon on my wrist is turning my hand blue
I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas

I said I’d never live another day without you
No I can’t wait till Christmas
No I can’t wait till Christmas

Merry Ex-Mas (ft Ian PH Clifford)

i fall in
i fall because i'm needing
the spaces are receding
the avenues back home

i wanted
to feel that i was haunted
my patience has been taunted
by tormentors unknown

where you stood
the withering of wormwood
i'd walk away if i could
if i was not alone

i'm seeing
i see where this is leading
the passages revealing
the sun destroy the haze

time frozen
this moment has been chosen
a gradual explosion
of all i kept at bay

where you stood
the fripperies of falsehood
if i could make my thoughts good
i'd stick to what i say

muscle memory
what remains of me
instinct drives
what's inside
muscle memory

Muscle Memory (acoustic)

Something might get out even of a perfect vacuum.
Two guitar tracks + midi embellishments.

Image credit : Modified AI generated image

Vacuum Expectation

Robert Grigg - Guitar, Master Mix @ robert-grigg
Brian Butts - Guitar @ brian-butts-565934842
Combstead - Main Mix, Arrangement, Composition

Haymaker - G.B.C.

Smoker Circle (Reprise)

You might live in the city.
You might be on a roll.
Although you live in a fine world.
You got a Tuesday soul.
You've got a bitter seed.
For a bitter scene.

You might sail on the ocean.
You might pay all your dues.
You might be looking at changing. (up)
Everything you use.
You're looking out to leave.
Trying to catch the breeze.

Oh, we're all out for money.
But we're gone so soon.
In the land of bread and honey.
We'll be gone too soon.

Here's your dropping the mirror.
Here's your Shangri-la 
Here's a savage indictment. (yeah)
Of anything you are.
You finally get up speed.
As you lose your leaves.

Oh, there is smoke on the water.
Here's a firey hold.
Here's some gold for the dragon. (yeah)
But he's stuck in a hole.
You watch the girls pass by.
As you miss bullseye.

Oh, we're all out for money.
But we're gone so soon.
In the land of bread and honey.
We'll be gone too soon.

You collected yourself up.
From some night on the tiles.
You convinced me to go along. (with it)
For a couple of smiles.
You stand back from the pile.
As you clock up the miles.

Here's the Manna from heaven.
Here's a piece to sell.
Here's a couple of pennies. (Yeah)
For your wishing well.
You're just a bitter seed.
In a bitter scene.

Oh, we're all out for money.
But we're gone so soon.
In the land of bread and honey.
We'll be gone too soon.


All Out For Money (Gone So Soon)

Mid tempo rock song written by John Hardman/Jeff Ross
Song arranged & produced by JH
John Hardman - guitars and vocals
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Splash! - John Hardman

A love song for anyone who is lonely fighting life and needs somebody to feel relatable and making sure they're not alone

I'm With You

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Smoker Circle (Reprise)

RYAN SWISH

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