Time Machine

Revel in the beauteous nature of the night.

Of Night, Sanguine

Wise Thoughts

Emperor's Gift

Electric Sheep

Jokes [2021]

3.7 SUGAR.WAV

A little rocking track that Combstead sent me to add some Guitar to.
I Played my Ibanez for this one.
Thanks, Mark.
COMBSTEAD: @markcombs-928282858

What's That Sound? - COMBSTEAD / Robert Grigg

An mir?

Oh, John was born out of wedlock,
to family in the frozen north.
In the early winter, nineteen eighty-two.
Not that he knew anything of it,
but they were poor as fucking shit,
and there was nothing that anyone could do.

The world is full of colour and the world is full of light.
The world is full of people who get paid.
But his family they weren't one of them.
All squandered in the night.
The fifty p's were going down the drain.

His father, an electricians mate.
Some food was going on the plate.
His mum stayed at home as mother's do.
And, John was not aware of it,
but oil and water do not mix,
and they were just a pair of mismatched fools.

The world is full of youngsters with no business to procreate.
Their worldview way too small to make the grade.
And their children bear the brunt of all these juvenile mistakes.
That's just the way it is and shall remain.

Oh, the world was neon tinged bit drab.
The curtains brown, the young ones mad.
The madness of the times was plain to hear.
But, John was young and didn't know,
how far his start in life could take him,
once he was awake and self aware.

Oh, the world is filled with fears, but you're just too young to know.
You can't yet see the way that things can be.
You lay within your childhood home, protected from the snow.
But, things go on that you just do not see.

Four years later, things went bad.
His mum, his sister, not his dad.
Were running down the hill to get away.
To get away from things not seen in Johnny-boy's most lucid dreams.
To get away and never once look back.

The world is full of colour, and the world is full of light.
The world is full of people who escape.
Escape from possibilities that never last the night.
The price, too much for the women to pay.

Can you hear the monsters that are hiding in the forest?
Can you hear the monsters?
They're just over there.
Be careful of your noise, or the monsters will hear you.
They'll hear you. 
The monsters are just over there.

Can you see the monsters wandering around the houses?
Can you see the monsters?
They're right over here.
The monsters are among us.
The monsters must have heard you.
They've heard you, the monsters, in houses, right there.

John, look at the monsters I've created for you.
John, look at the monsters writhing over there.
John, do me a favour, tell them about the monsters.
The monsters, just for you, created, right there.

John, have I ever told you that you're like a monster?
At least you look just like the ones that I just saw.
I took that piece of weakness and created you this monster.
A monster, you're just like, stood there by the door.

With only a blunted knife, you head into the forest.
Hoping to keep all of the monsters away.

Monsters

Shift into drive, stay in the lines
Gripping the wheel, don't know where I'll go
Blood in the back, rain in the night
Eyes on the mirror, flashing indigo

Headlights in my way
I feel my hands sway
I feel them on my back
I'm ready for my fade to black 

Hell awaits with the devil at the gates
Repent my sins, but get revered for them

There's a voice in my head that comes in clear
Burn it all down, tonight it’s do or die

I'm licking my wounds as they come in nearer
A gun in my hand, it's my last goodbye

My hands begin to shake
My life is mine to take
I feel them on my back
I'm ready for my fade to black 

Hell awaits with the devil at the gates
Repent my sins, but get revered for them

I pull my hand and so do they
A quiet slip into gray
Hey, the bastards got me

Hell awaits with the devil at the gates
Repent my sins, but get revered for them

Stay In The Lines

Episode 129. 

Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/6MZuSvKR5GvOay2p3C2Qef?si=a78b111ac2a340ed

Nice Days

Songwriting - Anaté
Production - Delman
Mix - Simone Coen
Master - Giovanni "Meniak" Nebbia @Ithil World Mastering
Artwork - Max Guizzetti

Confessions

The Entertainer

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Jokes [2021]

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