Something to relax to or maybe cook to, your choice. Enjoy my friends.

Written, performed and recorded by Greg Hurley

Relax

This is a song that I thought was about someone else, but it's more likely just about me. 

lyrics

Looks like you've got everything you want
there ain't a single thing left that you need
you're flowing through life like the sea
boy you don't see the woods for the trees

I wouldn't decline no invitation 
to go smacking your head against the pavement
flick through warning signs but you don't read
boy you don't see the woods for the trees

keep pushing all our worries around
try to bury them deep underground
you better keep that spade close at hand
so we can dig out your head from the sand

when I burst into your surgery seeking remedies
you called the alarm
now I've swallowed all the pills you prescribed
I'm telling you I want to be discharged


Keep giving all the people your time
your family said you've got an altruistic mind
but they won't tell you when you're so sick
or that you're life's greatest fucking hypocrite

I know I don't got too much education
but I deciphered your charm from fabrication
I used to bite at the slightest provocation 
now I'll just growl and consider each situation

I may not have everything I want
but I got from you what I need
You ain't got nothing left for me
boy you don't see the woods from the trees

recorded at home on my tascam 8 track

Woods For The Trees (I'm Alright Jack)

I found myself scribbling furiously in my little spotty book.  

Messed about with a couple of simple chords and picking patterns and thought I'd grab a quick one-track take to see if it all hung together.

I was quite chuffed - it seemed to fit - got all the way through on one live take too, albeit with plenty of clangers, twangs, tangled fingers, buzzing strings and missed chord changes.  That's pretty darned good going for me.

Every subsequent attempt to improve was, of course, rubbish. 

So here you have before you my flash/bang song writing and recording effort in the raw - no edits no eq.  If it was beer or bread, then over here it would be labelled "artisan" and would command a price premium.

That's my story and I'm sticking with it.

Enjoy.  :)

The End of Time

Not far now, for us to go.
Down our evolutionary road.
Lights flickering out, truth be told.
Not far now, for us to go.
Crawling slowly to the certain end.
Following the neon signs ahead.
Grip my hand for comfort, ancient friend.
Crawling slowly to the certain end.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.
	
Gauge our progress on the ground.
Bible parables everywhere are found.
Pestilence, poverty, injustice all abound.
Gauge our progress on the ground.
No archangels lead our cause.
The thieves that rape the game steal ever more.
With their plague of fixers, liars, cheats and whores,
No archangels lead our cause.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.

Lay our morals down and quit the fight.
Can’t defer the descent into night.
Close our eyes, imagining the light.
Lay our morals down and quit the fight.
Nowhere now, for us to go.
They’re digging up our evolutionary road.
Lights have flickered out, it’s turning cold.
Nowhere now, for us to go.

But when stars coalesce to one celestial diamond,
When infinity’s ticking clock calls midnight’s chime,
When my spirit meets its own event horizon,
I’ll be smiling there, to greet the end of time.

When our universe collapses back to elementary birth
When truth, faith, hope and charity intertwine
To fuse a light too bright for any darkness on this earth
I’ll be smiling there to greet the end of time.

Photo by Usukhbayar Gankhuyag on Unsplash

The End of Time

My daughter Rosa singing one of her favorite songs.

Sober (Mahalia cover)

You and I, We Are Here - with Alicia Khoshdel

Primordial Path

tight jeans, wide hips, leather boots to her knees
still learnin how to back that SUV
got her little white beanie, hair cut to her shoulders
traded in her hands for cell for holders

combat jacket tailor fit to her waist
with some aviator glasses ridin loose on her face
always got the gas pedal pinned to the floor
pop music blaring on the radio

just watch her 10 seconds you'll see just what i mean
I'd be lyin if i said she didn't give me everything
PJ's on just chuggin on that wine
backed up against the kitchen counter lookin oh so fine
walkin out the room just shake'n that ass
girl you know you do it to me and  ya do it to me bad
lets lock the door and have have some fun
midwest woman

late nights huddled up close to me
she'll smoke a little weed and set her spirit free
with a little rock music with a southern twang
she'll be up dancin like the Peanut Gang

just watch her 10 seconds you'll see just what i mean
I'd be lyin if i said she didn't give me everything
PJ's on just chuggin on that wine
backed up against the kitchen counter lookin oh so fine
walkin out the room just shake'n that ass
girl you know you do it to me and ya do it to me bad
lets lock the door and have have some fun
midwest woman

has a full-time job, girls always workin
thank God he made her body so perky
and with a face of an angel gone wild and free
but still in every picture looks a little chinese

just watch her 10 seconds you'll see just what i mean
I'd be lyin if i said she didn't give me everything
PJ's on just chuggin on that wine
backed up against the kitchen counter lookin oh so fine
walkin out the room just shake'n that ass
girl you know you do it to me and  ya do it to me bad
lets lock the door and have have some fun
midwest woman

Stephen Malson's Albu

Midwest Woman

I-la-rI (Ilari I. Rantala) - Composed, all instruments, vocals, lyrics, field recordings & drum machine programming.
Artwork and produced by I-la-rI.

© 2022 Ilari I. Rantala. All rights reserved.

In the Land of Autumn

;-Sentiment D’Absolu-;

Todavía resuenan los interminables ecos del mundo distante...

MUNDO DISTANTE - DISTANT WORLD

From the moment I heard the first notes of Dean Massicotte's stunning guitar composition 'Into the sun', I was blown away. I was so pleased that Dean graciously allowed me to add some vocals. For me, his music inspires a sense of optimism and positivity. Have a listen to his amazing work -
Original instrumental: https://soundcloud.com/deanmassicotte/into-the-sun
Dean's beautiful music: https://soundcloud.com/deanmassicotte
                                                  For Jack Moore / Dad. 1934 -- 2020    ❤️

into the sun - Dean Massicotte (+ ltp)

Sometimes I play music.  





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You and I, We Are Here - with Alicia Khoshdel

Von Sebastian