Sean you just crank out the hits! I haven't come across one that I havent liked yet! Great job! Keep it up!

Great guitar melodies and I love the muted guitar driving this section. A lovely sound that would elevate a US TV Drama scene. Great job!

terrific, another good song, good vocal & recorded sound. (<;

Wow, you are a hit record producer, Sean, so many cool songs! Keep it up, man!

Earth

Arctic Dreams

At night I dream of you
On roads I can’t get to
Far away I’m running to
But the nightmare comes screaming through
Let the world follow suit 
As my walls outgrow your room

If You Will

Thrift Shop Treasure

All Instruments Improvised By Martin Reed
Produced by Martin Reed,
Inspired by the readings Of Diva Zappa.

Tumble Weeds

Campers  

My parents were campers, we wandered around
We washed in the river and slept on the ground
With a kerosine lantern to see by at night 
And aluminum cups full of Crystal Delight

They’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it was not about nothing
It was more than a signature style

I gave him a hundred, which was all that I got
I fired her up and I drove off the lot
She was painted by hand, but tipping the scales
Was a sticker that showed my concern for the whales

She’s all gone forever after only awhile
To me she was not about nothing
She was more than a signature style

My mind is in order my soul is inspired
In robe and in sandals I’m simply attired
And I live in this place with these brothers of mine
Where we think, and we pray, and we fast all the time

Till we’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it is not about nothing
It’s more than a signature style

Copyright Scott Culver Thomson

Campers

MIXED/MASTERED: WOODS STUDIO
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio
LEAD GUITAR, BACKING VOCALS: Fog City Fogey
https://soundcloud.com/user-610054726

LYRIC

Far along the beaten path
No end in sight 
What supplies we have are poor and running low
We’ve so far to go

Some split off
We’ve seen their camps
Maps they study by weakening lamps
The light will die out and then
They’ll join us again

We march on
It’s our purpose
 We march on
We endure thus we survive
And that’s our true goal
Stay alive

In the distance mountains loom
The darkening skies mean winter soon
We’ll find an old tree down
Build a fire to gather round
But not a shelter
We’ve lost that skill
Our arms are weak
As is our will
Besides we don’t have time
There are mountains we must climb

We march on
Tired but trudging
We march on
No use judging
Why we do
It’s just another day
to get through

Elders tell of a homeland
Their own elders told them of and
Maybe it’s all true
Who knows what they knew
But maybe it’s all true

The trail is lost
We’re on our own 
Our courage sapped
Our fear has grown
We can’t give into dread
Salvation lies ahead

So we march on….

Sexagenarian III

We March On

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

This song started as a jam session between me and Nahlej creating a nu metal sound by mixing hip hop, alternative with metal. Simon added further guitar licks and a solo. Our working title "Heavy Jam" inspired StevieJ to rap lyrics about drug abuse due to low self esteem and mental health issues. All thoughts running through the narrator's mind mind created a sticky heavy jam. Instead of tackling the issues, he prefers to numb the pain with meds and weed. This doesn't solve any problems, so better not try! 
Starting with a guitar theme, I could never have guessed the heaviness of the instrumental and lyrics both. Thanks for your collab, I am very pleased with the result!

The artwork has been generated with DALL E 2, but I invested some work cleaning it up and adding details with a graphics tablet.

Nahlej: composition, guitar, bass, drum programming
Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, drum programming, production
Simon Ashby: guitar, solo
StevieJ: lyrics, vocals

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/nahlejmusic
https://soundcloud.com/sdashby
https://soundcloud.com/user-586564289

==== LYRICS ====

I'm not ready for the world today
Already going through hell today
So anyone who tries to talk to me
They'll be hell to pay

I got a mental list of all the shit 
I'm dealing with
I know I'm not the only one 
who'll be feeling this nah

I don't need politics 
adding to the stress
Finished school time ago
so why another test

Trying to focus on me just being the best 
but I can't 
when there's so much
shit running through my head

Numbing meds so I don't feel the pain
Even little miss sunshine 
couldn't stop the rain

Ain’t lifting the finger, nah
Not today, so get away from me
seems you got a lot to say
and I forgot to say

I'm staying in one place 
all it takes 
is one look at my face

I'm not playing,
There’s nothing you can do
to change that
So just stay back

and accept that that's who I am
Staying in bed with a head like
Like heavy jam

Yeah, heavy jam
I’m in bed with a head like
Like heavy jam

The doctor's prescription 
just ain't enough for me
I need some king size Rizla
and some Godfather OG

Yeah, now I can say that my life
is so sweet
Just one thing missing,
that one thing's me

I'm existing 
but I'm not living
I'm resisting 
cause I'm not giving

Anything away 
about the state of my brain 
I'm just saying 
you can't take it away

Like all good artists
I'll just harness the pain
and create a set of lyrics
that make people say
Man, I feel the same way

I'm sure I'll smoke my way through this
Always the optimist, 
advice from the doctor is 
at some point you're gonna
have to put a stop to this

Will I listen? 
Nah that's not who I am
It's just another day in bed
with a head like heavy jam

Heavy Jam
Heavy Jam
I’m in bed with a head like
In bed with a head like
Heavy jam

I'm not ready for the world today
Already going through hell today
I'm not ready for the world today
Already going through hell today

So anyone who tries to talk to me
They'll be hell to pay

Heavy Jam

Heavy Jam (with Nahlej, Simon Ashby and StevieJ)

Don't Squeak Unless You Are Squoken To (acoustic guitar instrumental)

This is a little bit like the Everly Brothers version of Lucille but a bit heavier. I have used mostly the original lyrics as well as some in Everly brothers version and half a line of my own.

PS I love Little Richard's original version...Albert Collins and Little Richard wrote the song in 1956. It was recorded on 30th July 1956. Happy 67th birthday Lucille!

Words

Lucille, you don't do your daddy's will
No no no no no Lucille, you don't do your daddy's will
There ain't nothing to you but I love you still

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I've been good to you, baby, please don't leave me alone

When I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight
I asked my friends about her but all their lips were tight

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I've been good to you, baby, please, don't leave me alone

Break

When I woke up this morning, you were not in sight
I asked my friends about you but you'd taken off that night

Lucille, you don't do your daddy's will
There ain't nothing to you but I love you still

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I've been good to you, baby, please, don't leave me alone

Lucille

Lucille (cover)

Adam Coppock - Live Drums
Michael Walker - Guitars, Bass, Harmonica, Vocals

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered on the Fostex 8 under the Big Purple Datsun Sky Rocket Flares...

Today is The Day

When I woke up today 
I had the guts to finally say
Told myself today was going to be the day

Wipe that smirk right off of your sleeve
Put on some ambition and try and believe
Deep down I knew it was up to me

There is no reason why I cant fly 
Just as high as the birds up in the sky
Making Honey out of other peoples Money 
Isn't all there is to me

I figured out its OK just to be me
I figured Out it's OK just to be me

No I don't want to live alone
Alone all by myself
There is too much to share with somebody else
So I give you my trust 
It's worth it
There is no doubt to me

When I come down alive
Through these crescent eyes of which I will carry
Knowing better now 
Direction is no longer blurry

With a smile I will look back at you
Holding back the laughter and the tears
There is no reason why I cant die now
No Failure, No Fortune , No Fears

Through the years, the smoke and the mirrors
There is no place I would rather be
It's because of you I found myself My dear

it's OK, It's All OK

Today's the Day

Bassist, Singer, Songwriter and collaborator.

If You Will

Sean Drysdale

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