Love this one. Adding this to my Alt Rock playlist.

You have a nice style about you. Got a little of that 60's vibe. Love it.

Great track. Super solid vocal arrangements. Well done!

Pop rock ballad
John Hardman - vocals, keys, guitars
Drums - Mike Charlton
Recorded at Millstream studios Cheltenham
Produced and written by John Hardman & Robert Hardman
(c)Swamp Music UK(p)Swamp Records UK 2023 for all territories

Lay A Little Love On Me

Lay A Little Love On Me - Remaster 2023

You're smiling at the old guys, though you're only 17.
There's a couple of more years left till you run out of your dreams.
There's a lesson somewhere there from Antioch.
They knew more dear than you've forgot.
Oh, it's just fine.
We're all just hanging on the line.

We don't need septres for distraction.
We've got enough of this to do.
We don't need un-ending in-action.
We're not all fools.
(Thank god, they cleared up all the rules)

Oh, you're dressing up in glad-rags. You want treating like a queen.
There's a pile of dirty knickers mixed with others that are clean.
You wouldn't know your Stalingrad from Crecy.
Last night is too far back In time. 
That one is mine.
We're all just trying to pass the time.

We don't take any satisfaction.
We'll get it all in the next life.
We're happy with a small redaction.
For our wives.

*** 

Looking up, we're awestruck by a prominent local landmark.
So much; waves are crashing round us as the sun is blazing down.
We run into the waves.
Nobody is saved.

***

My friend called Jesus, he's good to me.
He makes me happy, and I am free.

My friend called Jesus. He's quite the guy.
He lives in heaven, that's in the sky.

Cos, Jesus loves you. Yeah, Jesus saves.
Jesus won't chase you into your grave.

Jesus, the spirit, wandering Free.
Part comfort blanket, part entity.

I love you Jesus, just what a guy.
A magic moon man, up in the sky.

Oh, Holy Jesus, he is my friend,
He's staying right here until the end.

***

Strike back, live your life for today.
Looking back, who cares what the fathers said?
Copy that, the cats on the pavement lay down. 
At home.

Lean into the suffering in your way.
Embrace, and capture the blueest days 
Swim in, the magic in which your surroundings fall.

Claptrap, a monkey to see his face?
Y'riff raff, a pony to go away?
No chance, any of that stuff is real. 
You fools.

I smell, the feint whiff of bullshit. 
Hey, no fair! There's obstacles in the way.
Your truth is nonsense, and your eyes are wild. 


My Friend Called Jesus

I could Write

Not By The Hair Of Oliver Reed's Weird Little Moustache.

Last straw boy, the party's over.
Take a handsaw, not a four leaf clover.
Now there's no place left for any thinking.
Got to live clean, give up the drinking.

At fifteen, you just went, seeking out some kind of action.
Never received any warning about the cold.

You got vodka, yellow fingers.
You got shaking hands, the tension lingers.
Oh, bad breath, burning morning sun. 
Never facing up to what you've become.

At twenty-two, you're just out looking for primal attraction.
Nobody warns you what it really means to get old.
You get old. 

Oh, if the hallway lights on, they're behind the sofa.
If the girl is leaving, it's the lies that he told her.
There's a feint aroma that there's no mistaking.
There's a bag of tricks and a wagon quaking. 

At thirty, your just wanting any kind of distraction. 
Nobody told you there'd be years out in the cold.

It's been five years since I quit the drinking.
Looking back now, I don't know what I was thinking.
Oh, twenty years spent inebriated.
All fucking up and getting hated.

The only thing I'm missing out on is spiritual action.
It's just one way for men to stop themselves getting old.
They get old.

Oh, I never saw myself as the type of guy.
The type that would say no.
Oh, I never wanted the perfect life.
I just wanted things to be so.

Oh, I never saw myself as a quiet man.
I never saw myself getting old.
Oh, I never waned when the wind did blow.
I never sheid away from the cold 

Oliver Reed's Weird Little Moustache

The monarch comes here making my day.
He bends over  and say "I may ».
He blows the sky, flying away.
I see the sun turning to grey.

A million eyes are tangling maybe.
The cross over is quite far away.
It's not a burden, I can make it stay.
When I was a kid, I used to pray. 

It's not that lame to meet the rain.
She can comfort you and relieve the pain.

The xylocopa is indeed heavy.
He's drilling the wood and may be pricky.
Once he told me I was quite coaky.
"Get rid of this. Life is pretty ».

It's not that lame to meet the rain.
She can comfort you and relieve the pain.

I met her once on a seashore 
Trying to burn as she was no more.
I got her poured on the white floor.
She yelled at me that I was a war.

The monarch comes here and he won't stay.
He is hurried. He dates a lady.
As he flies away, he bends the way, 
Shortening the passage to the past days.

It's not that lame to meet the rain.
She can comfort you and relieve the pain.
I met her once on the seashore, 
Drunk as hell. And she wanted more.

I met her once on a seashore 
Trying to burn as she was no more.
I got her poured on the white floor.
She yelled at me that I was a war.

I met her once on the seashore, 
Drunk as hell. And she wanted more.
I stepped aside. The monarch was high. 
I took the way to the past days.

The Monarch, The Xylocopa & The Rain

Feel like I should be walking on the shores of Galilee 
But instead I'm in a prison built up in my infancy.
Thought I was like the young boy from the Empire of the Sun.
But that wasn't how they saw me.
And that's how I came undone.
I'm not the one.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

A laughing stock. 
I can't smoke pot.
Three corners to sweep dust.
When you fall into black water, all your keys begin to rust.
You're not thinking on damnation.
Amongst the holes you're teetering.
A cage containing lightning bolts. 
Which somehow you fit in.
Forget your sin.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you lay your grace on me.
I do not want your money.
I'm dismayed about this fee.
The foolish man puts effort into digging diamond mines?
Yet a wise man takes his gold figures and reaches for the sky?
And don't ask why?

Felt sorry for the workers.
Give them all your sympathy.
If they didn't need the money.
Oh, footloose and fancy free.
And they wouldn't need so of much it if they weren't all in such pain.
You must all go on holiday.
You must all buy cocaine.
If it's all the same.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Where's my money?
Play around.
Time goes by.
There's no win. 
Games to play.
Songs to sing.
See the sun is rising.
But your not asleep.
An uncertain horizon.
Nothing deep.
Oh, my lady.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you take this pain from me.
Because the route to your salvation seems delayed by infamy.
Oh, holy mother of Jesus. 
Won't you let me in the door.
I'm not asking to sleep on your bed.
I'm content with the floor.
I want some more.

I go to ground, then I hear you speak.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you exorcise for me.
The ghosts all these winters spent in bleak despondency.
The holy men of the mountain.
They pass judgement down on all.
But they're not fooling anybody.
Waiting for the fall.
We missed their call.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down. (Repeat)

Sister, Mother, Mary

Scott Olbert - Vocals/Keys
Bei Cheng - Drums/Backing Vocals
Mark Shaffer - Bass
Johnny Wick - Guitar/Backing Vocals/Engineering
Kevin Lynch - post prod engineering 

Photo - Ohio River during the peak Canadian Wildfire smoke hitting Pittsburgh area.

Easy Blossom - Dance (While The World Is Dying...)

"We Shape the Sky" is about love's fleeting yet essential nature, painting a universe sustained by a lovers' bond. The chorus is about the enduring power of love to shape the universe.

Verse 1
In the beginning, there was nothing but void
No light, no sound, no stars to avoid
A spark of energy, a cosmic seed
Burst into being, the universe freed

Chorus
Shooting stars you cannot keep
Passing strangers in the street
We arent standing by
We shape the sky

The stars are you and the moons are me
One another we always see
We don’t occupy
We shape the sky

Verse 2
Expanding outwards, at a rapid pace
Particles and matter, taking their place
Gravity pulling, causing a swirl
Forming great structures, each one a pearl

Listen to my band

We Shape the Sky [acoustic]

For all good that it ever did you.
Uselessly competing, now you're through. (As you do)
Cooking this up, just wishing, it's a task.
Kicking it up and screaming for the laughs. (Early bath)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or above the fringes.
Underneath this mask, you're just a sponge. (Just a sponge)

For all the good that trying did for me.
Uselessly denying myself things. (Trying to win)
Cleverness can be its own downfall.
Killing off endeavour in it all. (You just stall)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over or below the fringes.
Underneath this face, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge) 

For all your golden talk of Kathmandu.
Underneath, there's nothing you can do. (How'd you do)
Cuckolded by anyone who dared.
Killing Fields have ruffled your blonde hair. (Not a care)

You were not aiming for anything.
Over and above the minimum.
Underneath the soap, you're just a sponge. (You're just a sponge)

You were wasted from the very start.
Opened up too much from the heart.
Underneath the scum, there's only sponge. (You're just a sponge)

Haul yourself up.
From the bottom we plunge.
From the depths it must be so.

We fight, we die, we all must go.
There you fall, the riverflow.

Sponge

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