Love this a lot man, 10/10 real rnb song! N the vocals smooth man. Keep it up man!

Oh man I’m loving this, solid ass track

Climbing Higher - Combstead / Robert Grigg

The first of a selection of re-imagined versions of our songs.
This is a version of 'No One's School', the opening track from our 4th Album 'A Story of Your Broken Hearts'.

LYRICS:

We carried the flame
We waited our whole lives to light the colorful night
And we narrowly came so close to swords and knives
To fight the gullible fight

You copied a name you overheard in class
You thought that it made you sound cool
And you acted the same to everyone who asked your reasons for acting the fool

We cut our teeth in no one’s school, they never got to pull us under
We follow people’s orders who we idolize until we grow older

No One's School [reunion]

Epic orchestral music for motivation to conquer your fears :). Written with powerful themes and driving percussion and strings to provide extra punch and epicness. Enjoy!

YT video: 
https://youtu.be/PxTtAbjpXgo

Fan Gate: 
https://codysell.fanlink.to/angelsgate

Angel's Gate

SLOW MOTION

A re-imagined version of this song from our 4th album..

LYRICS:

Took out a loan for the aftermath and you squandered it all and now you’re down on your luck
We came along and we told you that you had wandered off course into the path of a truck
The shorter nights are upon us now and we’re staying up late so you can sing to the sun
The water might fall upon the town and it’ll wash off the cobwebs and the spiders will run

Pack your bags and unlock the door, avoid disturbing the neighbours as you leave the flat
You always knew that you were meant for more, so you kept telling yourself while they were telling you that you were always meant for the simple work
Waiting on folks who’d had an easier ride
You gave the finger and a narky smirk to the bully in the suit you just couldn’t abide

You learn the hard way
And your fortunes are turning someday soon

When I was young, it was a disgrace if you had enough books to fill up a bookcase
I grew up ashamed of not being the same as the boys who believed that life peaks at age sixteen

Blank horizons, incurious minds seemed cool at the time
A trap that leaves you behind

You learn the hard way
And your fortunes are turning someday soon

Blank Horizons [revisited]

Original song written and performed by Indio Romero

Headlights

Headlights (acoustic demo)

The Ghost in The Woodpile

Oh, don't try that bullshit with me, my dear.
Or I'll be giving you a wave.
Your fantasies are growing out of hand.
Just one more on my list to save.

I'm the one that showed you all the secret ways.
Paths to avoid; how to behave.
You've taken all these gifts that I bestowed on you.
Turned them to something in your brain.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
Because we're only here once.
You don't follow.
Advice (to) say no.
Your first reaction is to plunge.

The path to twisted logic is not paved with gold.
The years of struggle take their toll.
Although I don't excuse the things you've done.
It's hard to dig out of a hole.

A story in your mind is not the same as truth.
A fort that's built on shifting sands.
The tide of time came in and cut you off.
Its waters covered up your lands.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
This is the only chance we get.
(I) don't want to know.
Your problems, though.
And no one's giving you a gett.

A shout from afar.
There's a message you're missing. 
There's are signs coming up.
You should read.
Their letters unopened.
Their warnings unheaded.
In the absence of reason.
You can't breathe.

This is a final reminder.
A notice they're serving.
An advertising campaign on TV. (x2)
The path that you're on.
It's the wrong road you've taken.
The deadly silence in between.
This is the silence in between.

Oh, don't give me that nonsense there's beauty in truth.
You beat the fuckers to the punch.
I've always been a cynic I worry too much.
Won't always get you a free lunch. 

Your mother always told you "we don't hold a grudge".
But, you can't seem to let it go.
She doesn't know you cos you hide it all so well.
Select few people in the know.

Oh, c'est la vie.
Live fast and free?
Only the foolish that stay young.
Forever goes, on through the snow.
You're best placed if you are amongst.
Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
"Will they forgive me in the end?"
Before I go.
A sign to show.
There's certain things that you can't mend.

Caught in the middle.
A crook and a fork in the road.
You took what you wanted.
And never thought to give back some.
To all the people who helped you to make your way up.
All the things that you did trying to make sure that they would say.
"You're okay".
You used your advantage to pull the wool over her eyes.
Never imagining we could see straight through your straight through your lies.
The depths that you'd sink to.
Just to appear to be sound.
It got to the point when nobody wanted you around.
In the town.
A drink in the morning to stop you from wretching means nowt.
It's better to keep it all in than to let all out.
Nobody wants to hear about your childhood you know.
If you won't move on from it, then you won't have any room to grow.
All for show.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach.

A chat with the neighbours upon whom you always impress.
Exacting credentials, oh, you wear your heart on your chest.
"Don't listen to anything anyone says about me".
You say with a grin as you walk to the shop for your beers.
"I'll say cheers"
Nobody's saying that you had it easy you know.
But that doesn't mean that you can just be a bastard and go.
Off on a tangent on any vaguely similar theme.
That makes you look brilliant at least in your mind as you scheme.
In your dreams.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach. [x2]

It's the bitterness seeping out of you in a giant cloud.
What a clown.

It's been so long that it really isn't the same in this town.
In fact things are better now that you are never around.
Like a bad smell that we just couldn't get to go away.
You stay for a week when you promised to stay for a day.
I must say.
You borrowed some money, hoping that you'd find your way home.
Never stopping to think.
Or thanking your folks for the loan.
I don't know what it is but there's just something off with your tone.
A slight whiff of violence.
You're just like a dog with a bone.
A no go.

Narcissistic.
C'est la vie.



C'est la Vie

“Dragonfly” is a song written and performed by my friend Crystal...I sang the backing vocals, overdubbed Fender bass, and recorded and mixed it solely on my analog 4-track. I just recently found the master tape in my analog vault and converted it to mp3 in order to share this beautiful track. If you dig it please feel free to comment or repost! Thank you, Tim  🙏🏻✌🏻

Dragonfly (original analog recording Crystal H.)

It was a Summer night back in 1985 when my friends and I decided to make up a promotional blues song to send to Johnny B. at WLUP (FM 97.9) The Loop.  It didn't make it on the air, but we sure had fun creating it.  Since then Joe Veselka (Vocal) has passed away, so this is in memory of him.

Joe Veselka (Vocal)
Ron Snyder (Bass & Drum Beat)
Greg Michalski (Guitars) 

Remastered 2021

"Satisfied only when we're guzzlin' brew"

This was recorded on a 4-track recorder in June of 1985.

http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

Johnny Your So Bad - BLUES - Veselka/Snyder/Michalski (1985)

This track is from the album Everyday. Check us out on Spotify.

Barely A Memory

siômosis: The Abenaki word for “Little Hawk”
Conor Hawk Cupid • Abenaki • Singer • Producer
https://www.AllMyLinks.com/siohmosis

RnB / Pop / Soul /
Artist / Producer / Singer 

From Troy, New York, born Conor Hawk Cubit, under the aquarius zodiac, siohmosis is an RnB/Pop/Soul Singer & Producer. Blending his music with his heritage and life story, siohmosis is the Abenaki word meaning “Little Hawk.” si8mosis is the name he was given at birth by his mother and grandmother. The spirit of the hawk, intentionally chosen to be the one to guide, protect, and teach him through his journey in this life. His newest EP “Little Hawk” is paying homage to his heritage and to those who came before him; his mother, aunt, uncle, grandmother, and great-grandmother. Though the issues he sings about are his own, they are sung about in honor to the loss and pain the Abenaki people have felt, lived, and triumphed over. We are still here. 

Self-produced, self-recorded, mixed & mastered, true to self, and entirely original, come check out “Little Hawk” now and take flight!!

wliwni wji k’olidahaw8gan nia wji. (Thank you for your kindness to me - Abenaki)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2rUBIZjhG2TIt4BbZPfmg7?si=-V4Kcb7GTUqpS5DuDPEAtg

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