Always wonderful stories, harmonies, vocals and music

Great sound. Also, I like Baba Ganoush, so there's that.

I'm a big fan of your music. At first approach it seems simple but there are so many layers and combined together the result is really good

Inspired by those things we see overhead.

Clouds

The mood of this track was created during a walk with my old dog in the fog around historic castles in Lüdinghausen. I tried to capture and process this mood.
the song calms me down every time.
Feel free to follow on youtube for visual accompainment: www.youtube.com/channel/UCERcKVyoZ52CV0jWbeQNkuw

made in @ableton

slowdown

kaufen

Holy Cow - Robert Grigg & Combstead

a cross-genre mix of classic, rock and electronic elements. created from a chord sheet on an old scrap of paper, this track took on its current form between october 22 and march 23. hope you enjoy, looking forward to your comments.

grieving

Lament Flute

A power ballad..

LYRICS:

The step is not hard to take
But over and over again
we bend and we break
The same simple mistake
at the start with my terrible heart in your hand
and you tighten the grip
on the part with the delicate need for command
It's all built in the sand

We stay awake for days
while kneeling and feeling our way
through vacuums of space
It's a desolate place
Fuel the fire with the furious ire of your soul
Feed the flames in the night
Build the pyre, an eternal reprieve from the cold
And so we'll never grow old

You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling
You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling to you

You see yourself as a hero for hire but we all know
there's no commissioner calling
Your alter ego's just you in a bar with no windows
and you're rapidly falling
If you cared you could still give yourself a crescendo
but you'd have to go all in
You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling to you

You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling
You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling to you

Ballad of Fire

Late rays,
dogs for the days,
mind frays,
no Mandalay.
It's just Baba Ghanoush,
for the Angel of truth.
Just a roof for your head,
with a place for a bed.
You can rest when your dead,
or breakdown.

Delayed stage,
turning the page,
low wage,
taking away.
An abundance of fruit,
for the Goddess of brutes.
There's a map to your grave,
or a ride on a wave.
You'd be better off dead,
but that's all in your head.

A sword drawn,
an outfit adorned.
An oath sworn,
all broken falorn.
A counter attack,
for the Demon in black.
Just a sty in the fence,
or an impact immense.
You can rest your pretence,
I don't mean no offence.

A moonscape,
a lock on a cage.
A brave face,
an inkling of fate.
Baba Ghanoush,
for a God that's aloof.
Just a hole to fit in,
with a pocket of sin.
Don't know where you'd begin,
it's un-sound.







Baba Ghanoush

A commodity you sold.
For an act that's gotten old.
A mask that lays discarded in the dark.
A point made that clean missed the mark.
A fragment of a word,
or a story you misheard.
Filled your pockets to the trim with all their mould.
Ignoring the rich fields of gold. 

I know that you don't really care.
I know my faults.
I know that you don't listen in.
I took too long to begin.
Written off.

A momentary lapse,
To behaviours of the past.
Pay the ferryman with coins that you had stole.
A pointless collector of souls.
A phoney masquerade,
A throw off to the shade.
Your tactics are excused now, on the whole.
Felt rung out and wrought by the goal.

I know that you're not really there.
It's just a jolt.
I know that rivalry's a thing.
A simple tune to sing.
From the vault.

I know there's wastelands and a king.
I know the job.
I know there's Snakes and everything.
I caught a glimpse.
Only a glance.
Aside: "Perchance!"
So I've no chance,
With all you Snakes.
So I'm away.

The ringing of the bell.
Won't shake you from the spell.
A payment you have pending from the dole.
A vessel to fill up with coal. 
An unheeded warning.
Before the anger has set in.
The centre that is struggling to hold. 
A vector for lies that are old.

I know that charm can often hide.
A selfish grin.
We've all been taken for a ride.
To hell we go.
In a handcart.
We made a start.
Usual ride.
A dagger in the side.
Misses the heart.


More Snakes

Lost Void

This is dedicated to Abi. Abi is a young Mexican man who turned 18 on May 5th. He is a good friend/listener of mine.He'll be entering university in under a month. He's won numerous awards/placements in film/entrepreneurial competitions. A smart/kind/interesting young man with a bright future ahead of him if he continues to work hard and learn new things. He will most likely be a loyal/good boyfriend/husband aswell. I hope that he can listen to this song and instill a bit of confidence. "I'll be rolling on fumes of confidence still." One of your best friends is yourself and it really is better to have words of self empowerment from your most important ally. Abi will do above average in life and he has a bright future ahead of him. I hope that we can maybe work on a film together in the future where I can provide the score. When in self doubt, I hope he can return to my words here and remind himself that he is very much valued. Here's to Abi.

The Rain Will Come

Into the feilds, 
We run as winter turns to spring time
It's all mine.
Like Sunday is my day to shine.

We've made our deals.
With whoever dealt our lots out. 
I-won't-shout.
If you don't touch mine.

It's just my little pile.
I don't care about your in-style.
In a short while.
We'll all just fade away, one day.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Living for the vanity.
Soon you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

Stare into the sun.
Have a debate upon the currents.
And wheth-er-they.
Belong in our buns.

Into the hills.
The crocuses are growing rotten.
In the bottoms.
I've forgotten more springs than you've seen.
(In your dreams)

All of our opposing wills.
Won't ever stop the sun from shining.
It's ti-ming-out.
The days, of our lives.

Oh, it's all insanity.
Is this for the vanity.
You'll have to find your way home.
The money you had stowed away.
You saving for a rainy day?
Let's just let the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

A new guy on the scene.
And he's packing in the dreams which floated away.
Win-ter-days.
We all hide away.

To the feilds, 
At the lightest hint of spring time
Still it's all mine.
It's my day to shine. 
All mine.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Live for the vanity.
Soon you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.
Home.

Springtime [Pretty Green Mix]

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.

Spotify. What a world.
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