We shout in silence

asphalt lights

Starting off 2025, the new year, with a bit of uncertainty.
A life- choices theme? An Economic cautionary tale?
I prefer the political application of the Latin "Buyer Beware". The application came, in the US in November, turning back progress. In Canada, Trudeau has just announced his resignation. Buyer Beware, or to use Joni Mitchell's words, "You don't know what you've got til it's gone, they paved paradise (progress) and put up a parking lot (or oil pipelines, or coal mines, or trying to threaten neighbours and make enemies of friends). But the people knew what they were doing when they created this mess...or were they victims of social media, filters, throttles, algorithms, and moneyed influence peddling?

A dark musical synth-based veneer, casts a brooding affect over the listener, though, if the message is heard, embraced, and a direction changed, a hint of optimism may yet prevail.

Available for D/L on the WAG Wix page, track 7 from the 2024 collection called Spittle and Spite : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons


Caveat Emptor (Buyer Beware)
Aaaaah….
Hear what you want to hear
And you see what you want to see
There is truth… and there is need
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware
Shudda…like you shudda…check it out… like you shudda
Like you should …check it out (x2)
(INST)
The best that you can do, in a locked room
Is press your face to the window
Are you fearful of being angry?
Or so angry at being just fearful?
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware!

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Bass, Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics: 
WAG@2024

Spittle and Spite

Caveat Emptor

Words & Music by Netta&McGill - another one while in Brisbane together :) Available on music streaming platforms: 3rd of Feburary 2025. Thank you for listening!

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When the evening comes
And the sun is down
Let your shoulders loose 
Wipe away your frown

For today was a good one
Some sadness and tears
Know at this moment
Stood up to my fears

And when you think it’s the last time 
Know it wont be long
Till I see you again
This ain’t really a song

Till I see you again
This ain’t really a song

Might never know the reason
Or why it’s like this
All I know
It’s the life that I’ll miss

And when you think it’s the last time 
Know it wont be long
Till I see you again
This ain’t really a song

Till I see you again
This ain’t really a song

 When you think it’s the last time 
Know it wont be long

Till I see you again

Till I see you again

Till I see you again

This ain’t really a song

This Ain’t Really A Song

When i made this track I wanted my voice be the driving, pulsing force.

I hope you enjoy.

Wait and see

short 🙂 just passing through a garden , same as life 🤏

A short visit to Earth . life :-)

“The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born; now is the time of monsters.” — Antonio Gramsci

allongé sur mon canapé
affalé devant la télé
lassé des pitreries stériles
de Folamours télévisés

à mon tour ! maitre des mondes
disponible et motivé
je suis prêt

allongés sur vos canapés
affalés devant vos télés
regardez, comme c'est facile
mes faux amours télévisés

pour toi, maitre des mondes
suis disponible et motivé
je suis prêt 

 (x2) 
l'allure outrancière 
la machoire batracière
j'opère ma mutation
je suis Syoïse le poisson

tapi dans mon repère 
la mémoire carnassière
avec pour vous déplaire 
vos amours en gibecière

à mon tour, l'être immonde
impavide, désabusé
je suis laid

occupé à fourbir mes armes 
à aiguiser l'acier
avant qu'à l'oeil la larme
vous ne me remerciez

pour toi, maitre des mondes
impavide, désabusé
je suis laid

(x3)
-- amphibien amphibie 
-- affublé de lubies

(x2)
on me  couronne
au son des orgues
Ubu pompeux et confus / Ubu imbu et repu
-- on te couronne
-- au son des orgues
-- Ubu pompeux et confus / Ubu imbu et repu
 
(x2)

j'ai l'arme dévastatrice
j'ai l'ame rédemptice
et l'armée complice
d'un savant fou
savez-vous

-- sauvez-vous
-- sauvez-vous

je marquerai de mon sceau
les planètes rebelles
-- retourne à ton seau
-- et retourne à ta pelle / tu nous caches l'arc en ciel

Syoïse le poisson

X-Churros

Universal Language - Variations on a Dream

A song for a forgotten hero.

Lyrics;
The Kid's been everywhere
that he's ever gonna go.
Had a real rough reputation
That no one here would know
He has a home to rest his head. 
He's too old for moving on
And no one here will shed a tear
the day The Kid is gone

The things that you rely on
In time are bound to change
Live long enough your world begins
To look and feel real strange
These youngsters acting up
Living life without a care
He'd watched them from a distance
As they turned his world to theirs

Sitting in his chair
drinking applejack
He knows that life's a gift
But in time he'll give it back
Hot blooded in his youth
But now his blood runs cold
The Kid is still The Kid,
but The Kid is growing old

The Kid a tough and fearless man
Was not one to back down
And in his day they showed respect
When The Kid would come to town
But today it doesn't matter
what The Kid once said or did
No one here remembers
The man known as The Kid

Rocking in his chair
drinking applejack
He knows that life's a gift
But in time he'll give it back
Hot blooded in his youth
But now his blood runs cold
The Kid is still The Kid,
but The Kid is growing old













The Kid

I played some of the first melodies I wrote:
https://soundcloud.com/theplanetkyra/racon

Wait and see

Saskiagoethals