Toujours cette signature vocale au grain si reconnaissable.

Really nice to revisit this classic, and such a fine version! Graham and Joni would be pleased.

New songs released in the first half of 2023. From the Albums Frank, After Bar Sinister and A Number of Mirrors.




2023: Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus

Many thanks to The Bawl Slant for mixing and mastering this one for me. Excellent job. 
https://on.soundcloud.com/zF2rL

Salty Sea [The Bawl Slant Remaster]

Escrito por Jose Promis  See the video here:  https://youtu.be/kFtdIuNRAZA?si=C4ROWwpMPsTPpN2j Con una voz de aceroCon una voz de acero, te cuento que te quieroy si dices no, pues creo que me muero Me tiro al estero, donde me comerán los perros, Por que te dije que te quiero, con esta voz de aceroCon el alma ya podrida, enfrentar un nuevo díala música Americana dice lucha para arribapero mirando hacia el cielo, me recuerda al esteroDonde me comieron los perros, por que te dije que te quieroY ya, ya se, no puedo borrar los rasgos, y a la vez, sale un niño torpe y malo ese niño a quien siempre le pegaron con un palo por que juraban que estaba atrasadoasí  fue, el cuento de un niño torpe y maloPero a pesar de todo, te pego con el codosi no me pones atención por que piensas que estoy locoMirando hacia el cielo, recordando a el esterodonde te dije que te quiero con esta voz……….Y ya, ya se, no puedo borrar los rasgos, y a la vez, sale un niño torpe y malo ese niño a quien siempre le pegaron con un palo por que juraban que estaba atrasadoasí  fue, el cuento de un niño torpe y malo

Con Una Voz De Acero

A cover of a song by Seize the Day that I found on here and really liked. It doesn't top the original, so head on to his page and give him a listen. 
www.soundcloud.com/labiserock
or this is the song.
https://on.soundcloud.com/KVPrd

Lyrics (which I definitely got wrong)

Feel the silence of your shame.
If you're lost and turned around.
Feel the anger in your soul.
Shake your mind, or close your eyes.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind.

Feel the evil in your tongue.
Which you could do without.
Feel the movement in your skin.
Put some ice right in your veins.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind. 

Shake your mind. (x4)

How do you feel so fine?
Your smile seems to say.
Shake your mind.



Shake Your Mind [Seize The Day Cover]

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

Superlative Sister Susie.
Drinking anything she's feeling bluesey.
Like a Romany River Queen.
Telling all her stories, but they're hard to believe.
Contango clever me. 
Ugly apple blossom hanging from that tree.
Superlative cycler man.
Abraxas anthus, hidden plans.

You took it all, passed it off as a word.

The White Knight of Lenster is sitting down. 
A rover scout, he's looking around.
When Silver Bob of Langville talks.
He's a crossmatch craftsman. 
A clever walk.

Altered the bar and made the absurd. 

Romany River Witch. 
Four thousand holes just formed a ditch.                                     Oh, we could go and frequent such. 
All the best doggies are learning Dutch.
Contigious felonies. 
When you stood down, you bruised your knees. 
Argento placental crutch. 
Nothing really ever matters so much.

You gave your word to notify blame.
You watched as I went down in flames.

Romany River Queen

Now you're looking through the remnants and the haze.
And a memory's just a picture that must  fade. (away)

I can tell you wanted to leave before you go.
But if it's so nice to meet me, say hello. 
Hello, Hello.

Oh, if history can teach us just one thing.
It's that we all end up right where we begin.
(it's a sin)

I can already watch you leave before you go.
I can already hear goodbye as you say hello. 
Hello, hello.

Can you hear the peels of the liberty bell,
as the jackboots are marching under a grey spell.
Can you hear the growling and wailing in woods, where the Monsters are lurking and up to no good. 
Can you hear the echoes of summer on  grass, as the task master tasks you and sets you to task.
All the good children que sera at the moon.
Which is floating in space like a carnival balloon. 

Oh, the danger in a meeting, good to go. 
And if you give me the wink then I would know. (Oh, for show)

I can already see your smile begin to go.
As you open up the door and say hello.
Hello, hello.




Hello

Hard to explain
Im scared we don't feel the same thing
Is it just my brain
I don't know how I ended up with this stain
Like am I ok
Cause of what I gave
And I put a little faith in what I thought would stay
But I guess it was a waste as what you say
And you call me things
Just to put at bay
What was I to you
Cause you threw it all away
I don't really know what to do
Maybe there really is nothing

Won't you hold me down
I am not well
But you pull me down
Lower than my heart can take
Im sorry if it all started out as fake

Every time I held your hand
I had in mind different plans
But I never really knew what you thought
Thinking back on it everything really was odd
But was blinded to the fact that I been led on
Now you drag me down to the bottom rock

Won't you hold me down
I am not well
But you pull me down
Lower than my heart can take
Im sorry if it all started out as fake
Won't you hold me down
I am not well
But you pull me down
Lower than my heart can take
Im sorry if it all started out as fake

Our House [CSNY Cover]

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