Child Of Dirt

© Joe Liberty 2021. All rights reserved.

Let Her Go

Well I was sitting in the lobby of the Commodore hotel 
When in walked a woman I used to know so well 
She was, looking like a million after all these years

As she walked across the room, to the reception desk 
A strange kind of feeling came into my chest 
And all them old memories came rushing in

The times we spent together 
The day that we met 
First time I held her hand I never will forget 
The way she smiled at me for no reason at all 
Still got some old photographs from the time she used to call

Well, last time I saw her she was waving goodbye 
Walking down the road with teardrops in her eyes
All I could do was watch and let her go 
I just let her go

Sometimes I wonder, what it might have been like 
If things had worked out a little differently 
Could we ever’ve  shared this life

Through the years I must admit 
I think about her now and then a little bit
And all them old memories come rushing in

The times we spent together 
The day that we met 
First time I held her hand I never will forget 
The way she smiled at me for no reason at all 
Still got some old photographs from the time she used to call

I was sitting in the lobby of the Commodore hotel 
She turned to leave and you know I, I wished her well 
But all I could do was watch and let her go 
I just let her go 
I just let her go

LetHerGo

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A child finds a video tape that he wasn't meant to see.

Lyrics:
Dream, sonny, dream
Dream, sonny, dream
Of cola, juice and lemonade
And the red cards stacking up again
See, sonny, see
Those porcelain statues gaze away
For Icarus is what they play
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel

Dropped off like a ton of bricks
Little Mac is knocked for six
Venturing up those wooden stairs
You say oh no don't go up there
The VCR is just in sight as we loaded it with false delight
And the first sights and sounds are burnt I have become

Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway

Think, sonny, think
Think, sonny, think
Freddy's finished while Murphy fits
And solitaire's scattered by Pushkin's spit
Learn, sonny, learn
With microscopes and crane fly legs
The rainbow sky on the formica ledge
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel

With trust in those who do know best
Awake in the cold wet, moths dance overhead
We'd creep out the bed, smile on my face
You say stop, you know it's not your place
Curious mind, brown empty room
The machine purrs, it's a new cartoon
And left with no chance to revert But to become

Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway

Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt

Child of dirt

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"Feeling ashamed, the child finds himself in church on the verge of confession, and seeks sanctuary in his idols."

Crouching in the walls of the darkest shrine
Aloysius towers over the filthy swine
Smack him with a book and hold him up by his neck
Is school just punishment for watching the
Seconds of life rolling by like a game
He's calling to you, you're his only true friend

Oh Venkman, please take it away
Oh Splinter, please don't let it stay

On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
Confession
Confession
Confession
Confession, he pleads

A daisy chain of snakes circle the youth
He's just a dope, no hope in hell in his group
Crack out the birds, grab that runt by his vest
He should have thought twice while watching the
Scorn over what should have never been done
He's calling to you, for you're all he can trust

Oh Kal-El, please see through the walls
Oh Ringo, please break down them all

On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
Confession
Confession
Confession
Confession, he pleads

Child of Dirt

On The Bleeding Edge

Nice 'N Easy

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The child is lost with his feelings and shuts himself away on an imaginary desert island with a friend, away from the rest of the world, which he calls The Zoo.

Lyrics:
Playing so innocently with my friend
(So innocent)
Secretly as the rules might offend
(Who's watching us)
I played my hand one too far
(He's run away)
Am I to blame for his scars
(You've blown it now)

Stuck on Angel Island again
(Lost the game)
The elusive youth collects the ring of shame
(Look at yourself)
He puts on the sacred dress
(You're a mess)
It's such a mess

Open the zoo doors
The primates come about
Shave off the fur
Watch the world go out
Open the zoo doors
The primates come about
Shave off the fur
Watch the world go out

It seemed so wrong, this secret life
(You're failing)
A story from pre-adolescent strife
(So wasted)
These tinglings within were real
(Don't face them)
But Mary's fear kept them concealed
(You're done for now)

Knees in sand, lost on that first kiss
(He's shaking)
A carnal urge from nature's darkest wish
(Hold back again)
A spark of joy, refrained within
(You're shot away)
Just another bird shot down by sin

Open the zoo doors
The primates come about
Shave off the fur
Watch the world go out
Open the zoo doors
The primates come about
Shave off the fur
Watch the world go out

Open the zoo doors

The Zoo

"The by-now advanced teenager feels so lost that he doesn't care anymore, and goes on a bender in every which way possible."

Video coming soon.

LYRICS:
I'm just a beta man
Empty thoughts and no plan
Just got myself and my hands
Can't lie to that

Failure of love driven by lust
Bacchanalian urges unjust
Uncontrollably writhing must
Get that down tonight

Outside
Let's get it all on the 
Outside
Let's all go
Outside
Let’s get it all on the
Outside
So we can feel at home

Where to get cosy
This cuck ain’t looking so rosy
Taking in too many body
For this protozoan nobody

Who is the judge of me
A game of he, we, she, see
These happy sassy lunatics
Billy’s angels, band of six

Outside
Let's get it all on the 
Outside
Let's all go
Outside
Let’s get it all on the
Outside
So we can feel at home

Oh
Outside
Let's get it all on the 
Outside
Let's all go
Outside
Let’s get it all on the
Outside
So we can feel at
Hiyayayayayaa
Hiyayayayayaa
Hiyayayayayaa
Oh

Outside
Woah
Outside
Woah
Outside
Woah
Outside
Oh
Outside

Outside

"The child is now a teenager. Swamp Rock Blues is a rant about his bullies. Led to despair, he wishes he could start life again, and in a twisted turn of fate, gets his wish granted as he becomes seriously ill in In Transit. His brain glitches in Bus Replacement Service and after memory loss, he gets a Soft Reset."

SWAMP ROCK BLUES:
This one goes out to Mr G
With alluring blue eyes, pretty as can be 
He pulls you close with objectives clear
It'll hurt you more when you hold him dear
That goading, tempting, dangerous nature
Drags you feet first into his dirty wager
A sneer steals esteem steers the steal from the frail
Taking you down with his ship; less assail

Swamp rock blues 
Swamp rock blues
Of the scumsucker ruse
For the swamp rock blues 
Them little boys signal virtues
Of regicide for their rawny muse
And the swamp rock blues
For the swamp rock blues

This one goes out to Mr B
In the 90s is where he's lost at sea
With those sharp blonde curtains and crooked smile
He's got your number, your weakness filed
With just a word, no scabbard clutched
You're on your knees without a touch
The king, he thinks, with his polemical ditty
Wraps around your neck like an eel so sticky

Swamp rock blues 
Swamp rock blues
Of the scumsucker ruse
For the swamp rock blues 
Them little boys signal virtues
Of regicide for their rawny muse
And the swamp rock blues
For the swamp rock blues

An aching neck and skin so pale
A stick insect, a mind so frail
Contemplates another being
Start again, run from this scene
While resting on cold porcelain 
head in hands in worlds of shame
To run away to hell to reload 
To let himself, his mind explode

IN TRANSIT: 
999 what service do you require
Ambulance service, is the patient breathing
Okay, can you put him on his side to the recovery position
We can send an ambulance now
Okay th

BUS REPLACEMENT SERVICE:
Lying flat, eyes glazed
Snakes and swords through a perpetual maze
This future is now at some point untold
Feeling the burn, facing truth unfold
Running on empty, that final stretch
No pity, no qualms, no soul left
I’m broken down with this terminal breath
All out of love at arm's length

Standing in line to get recursive
I’m forever waiting for this bus replacement
Standing in line to get recursive
I’m forever waiting for this bus replacement
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line line line line line line line line

SOFT RESET

I'm redesigned with ignorance and bliss
But I can't walk or talk for this link is amiss
She's running and screaming down the sterile hall
But I'm through the worst of it all
Warplanes drone through my brain
I see my swelling hands and peppered veins
Don't know who either of you may be
But I know you are something to me

Brain like a sponge for new and old
Delirious with consciousness doth life unfold
Take me home from this seventh floor
This child can't take any more
Nothing to smell or taste or comprehend
So thoughtless and free, no means to an end
A writhing, unconscious, possessed manatee
This expanding room contracts before me

Who's that boy staring in the looking glass
He's 8 years old and growing fast
He's so glad that he's lost everything
Now to claw it back and laugh and sing
Sliding gently through the magnetic tomb
Surveyed myself laid still across the room
Red is all the colour that I can see
Soft reset has taken me

Swamp Rock Blues / In Transit / Bus Replacement Service / Soft Reset (3 Piece Suite)

Cape Town

Find...  What?, Exactly

This song was written by Jonathan Runcie, 22/11/23. Artwork by Sarah Vittle.

North Song

Aesthete

This track is a collaboration with Masha @masha-solo the vocalist of Archmage Band @archmageband2 After creating a section arranged by her for the instrumental, I continued with other sections, and after completing the instrumental, she added the vocal melody to finish it.

'Writer's Block'

On a dark, cold, and rainy night
I drank a hot coffee and prepared to write
Hoping to finish more scenes of a novel tonight,
It was almost too complex, and very hard to get it right

I felt that my thoughts were scatterbrained,
And that the scene did not make sense,
I wrote it and rewrote it,
But I might have been too tense,

I thought my script was just a mess
I felt that it was better, when I had written less

This scene was just eluding me
This scene was just eluding me
I wanted to express my thoughts creatively,
I wanted to express my thoughts creatively,

I felt that my thoughts were scatterbrained,
And that the scene did not make sense,
I wrote it and rewrote it,
But I might have been too tense,

This scene was just eluding me
I wanted to express my thoughts creatively
That doesn't always happen easily
Yeah, it doesn't always happen easily

Of how I saw it in my mind
I can do better,
I told myself
I'll just start over,
I'll just put this script back on the shelf,
Another try, another day,
Pick up the notebook and the pen
And try again,
And try again,
I'll try again,
I'll try again

I got quite sad about my writer's block
At least you were there for me to have a talk
You cheered me up, perhaps another day I can try again,
Another try, another day, pick up the notebook and the pen
I got quite sad about my writer's block
At least you were there for me to have a talk

Vocal,Lyrics, Composion, Singing melody by Masha Solo of ArchmageBand@https://soundcloud.com/masha-solo
Composition and Sampling collage by Synline
Featured on the my new album 'Code Share' on.soundcloud.com/v4P9a

'Writer's Block' Masha Solo of Archmage Band=Synline

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It is warm relaxing lounge chill out atmosphere, fashion lounge videos, spa medicine, lounge cafe, jazz lounge, fashion hall, club, bar. This is a sexy and soulful lounge groove, bringing that lazy hot summer spa feel.

Record Lounge

Oculus

In the Highlands

"Alt. thought."

After spending 5 years writing the epic life story album that was "Child Of Dirt", we needed to write something from scratch that was an introspective on the world, this time on "alt thought", a spin on the mesh of madness spread across the world in war, propaganda, lies, slander, hate, denial, and conspiracy. We wrote 3 songs around this along with 2 more on a perspective on the suicide of someone close, and the experiences of growing up in school with a mind that isn't compatible. This became the album: "Birds Aren't Real", released 28/07/23.

Swamp Rock Blues / In Transit / Bus Replacement Service / Soft Reset (3 Piece Suite)

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