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The Waiting Game

Legacy

Motion

Relax In Hell

Soul Train - Brian Butts/ Robert Grigg /N.o.b.S / Combstead

Сни Дощового Неба

Originally was basically all performed "live", but overdubbed in layers kinda thing, with no drums so using the cajon. No midi either so back to the old microphone pressed up to the keyboard speaker. 
All due to moving house and lack of internet. However I have since remixed it and added drums. Fancy.

Anyway here's the lyrics.

Oh darling, let's be frank.
We've got some credit, with the bank.
We've got a few options, they don't have.
But when it's laid out on the table, we'll probably find we've been had. 

Oh honey, let's get real.
We're going nowhere, we can't feel.
We've kept our secrets, kept the deal.
But to make it any further we're gonna have to beg, borrow or steal. 

Oh, come on baby, let's be frank.
We'll take some credit out of the bank 

Oh darling, let us be frank.
The ghostly faces, in the cloudbank.
Are asking questions, are begging thanks.
What you saved up for tomorrow's gonna come back and hit you in the flank. 

Oh honey, please be true.
I see no other, for me but you.
I see no future, without you at home.
I'm speaking as frankly, as people do when they're left alone. 

Oh, come on honey let's be true,
cos nothing comes right out of the blue.

Frank

Jeff Is Home Now - Combstead / Robert Grigg

The Bucket

I saw a cartoon where a pelican was ordered by mail, this immeasurable freedom and humor inspired this free-spirited music.
I tried to include instruments and jazz beats that are interesting to me, maybe it will be enjoyable for you too?
Laszlo

Did We Order Pelican?

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As the crocuses rise from the ground.
The boots of the wise man still tramping them down.
As the world makes its slow turn around.
An infinite circle just spinning to ground.
Don't be sad that you live by the ocean,
stone throw to the sea. 
Whilst your bodies in infinite motion, 
but how can that be? 

First things first comes the test, got to prove you're the best, just hitch up on your horse and lets go.
'Cause the meltwater flows where the crocuses grow, 'tween the rocks and the stones that don't know. 
That the river has taken its toll.
That the winter is set to move on.
That the boulders that it set to roll.
Will return to the place they belong.

As the crocuses rise in the spring.
The world in a state of bewildered mourning. 
Though most made it through to this dawn.
There is bare earth where once stood a ripe field of corn. 
There's a chill that comes with your devotion, 
an obvious fee.
Like the wind crossing over the ocean,
just naturally.

Crocus

Songs written, produced & performed by Lewis Addison Rudd

Head up high

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Frank

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