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]

An evil eye,
taking you down from inside,
and a chance to find.
All promises pitch up and die.

The darkest days,
provide us an easy escape.
But, pain is safe,
it's better to stay in one place.

Save me if you must insist that I'm crazy.
Hesitating, im too lazy. 
to dig myself out of this hole.
Oh, show me a way through the doldrums,
then hold me, never again, to be lonely.
A spark still remains in my bones. 

As age increased, 
pictured in dramatic releif.
A statue that weeps,
with a wink and a turn of the cheek.

You carried on. 
In spite all the chords you got wrong.
For one final song.
No one is here for too long.

The main line.
The way through the forest at night time.
The secret that lasts a whole lifetime.
No darkness encroaching upon.
Let go of me.
Because everything can be just rosy.
The doldrums can be warm and cosy.
When you learn to be on your own. 

Alcohol. 
A saccharine plaster that falls,
off all too soon.
A madman that howls at the moon.
A beaten soul,
A pocket of nonsense to hold.
Like a shining stone,
All pathways that lead your to home.

Depression 
Perhaps this can be a good lesson,
to not notice what you've been missing,
to separate mind from the soul. 
You'll never get,
without at least getting your feet wet.
At least you're not quite bloody there yet.
You don't even know what is wrong. 


The Doldrums

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

One Saturday can't keep your dreams alive.
Stare at the ceiling try to call to mind.
Flashing the things you did the night before.
They've got you nowhere fifty times or more. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll sleep around. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down. 

I never saw myself your low down way.
I always knew that I'd move on one day.
Oh I don't blame you and you can't blame me.
Nobody explains, what becomes of we. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll see you round. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down. 

You're counting down again it starts Monday.
To get somewhere you give your dreams away.
Your fingers grasping at a closing door.
You would be gone, if you could just get more. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll sleep around. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down.

Weekend

Chucking away.
The time you thought you'd saved up.
Just a lot of descents. 
You're putting off your makeup.
Till they've had their say.
Now you are feeling lonely.
The world turning grey.
They all get a say. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 

The unwritten page.
Your future feeding slowly.
Solely displayed.
So you feel haunted ghostly.
A blanket of rage.
A warming cloth of kindness.
A look of dismay.
A feeling obeyed. 

Can't save a thing.
Not a piece of cake.
It's never yours, it just goes to waste. 

Can't waste a thing.
As it slips away.
No point in waiting for a chosen day. 

Next thing you know.
You've got a ways to go.
But you cannot know.
If you will get a go.
Time can go slow,
But also run away from.
And quickly fade.
A sudden shade. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 



You Can't Take It With You

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, you're chained round your middle.
and you've no way of breaking.
Stare in the mirror and decide to keep faking. 
Perhaps you'd care more if you'd a much bigger stake in.
How did you end up owned?

You're like a pound shop fagin, sending others to take for.
Hardly ever get the things that you wouldn't pay for
A string of hankies with nothing on the end of.
Consider yourself well done.

Oh, you need a little something a break from the revelry. 
What you were lacking weren't  attached to a family.
Trap door open up with every man's name on.
Son, you can fall down low.

Oh, there's no escaping, it's all bought and paid for.
What would you even want to escape for?
It's not like anybody is waiting to hear from.
There's nothing to overthrow. 

You're a pound shop fagin. look what you have created.
The thing with women is they're greedy for babies.
Keep your head or you'll get caught if your lazy.
It's not like you didn't know.


Pound Shop Fagin

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

I've been shipped around these islands since i was seventeen.
Finally, I found the time to take it all easy.
You offered up your violence, but I'm largely sedentary. 
The singular collection of star dust that's left for me.

You came to me all smiling, but it wasn't what it seemed.
You placed me in a cage, and then you threw away the key.
I offered nought but silence to escape your hedgmony. 
Whilst picking through the bones in an attempt at living free.

Dreams aren't ever as they seem. 
People scrape by and scheme.
People sing their own songs.
Dreams, where the doors are closing.
The booming voice from within.
Says wait for things to go wrong.

See this relationship begat a pile of your debris.
The mask came creeping formless in the shape of pleasantries. 
You offered up compliance, but then asked me for a fee.
It cost as much as anything, as much as sanity. 

The shadowbans, my biggest fan, a waking reverie.
A place to spend the winter where the winds aren't so heavy.
You sold me out for pennies cos the costs were heavenly.
A separation brought on by the waters of the sea.

Dreams of a type and a theme.
Into soft melodies 
With people dancing along.
Dreams are warnings sent by a friend.
Who knows to what they portend?
Suppose they speed things along.

The link that held together had been severed long before. 
A chink that turned forever into kind of nevermore.
A difference of opinion can be all kinds of deathly.
You bought a brand new lock and then you threw away the key. 

Threw Away The Key

You're just a cold hearted woman.
Sure you got no soul? 
Just a cold heart woman.
And you wont be shown. 
You don't know about nothing. e
That you can't own

There aint no peace with you honey.
Just piece at a time. 
Surely there are some things out there.
That you can't buy.
You don't give your reasons, 
When I wanna know why.

You're just a cold hearted woman.
Give me smile.
Aw, you're taking my money.
And going out for a while. 
And when I ask you where you're going, 
you turn up the dial.

You dont raise an eyebrow.
When someone cries, 
Just a flicker or something now.
Should cross your eyes. 
You're like the winds of the autumn.
Watching the leaves die.

You see nah bad things happen.
So don't act surprised. 
It's not like you're seeing it all.
For the first time. 
You can't go expecting.
Just the good in life. 

You're acting like I'm lucky.
Like you took a stray.
And I was much too eager.
To give my love away.
Through your cold heart woman.
I'm stuck here to stay.

Cold Hearted Woman

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

If life's just a short interlude.
'pon which we just briefly intrude. 
If the light is the darkest 'fore dawn.
And the kids didn't ask to be born.
Just a dapple of light through the trees.
Feathers hang on the breeze.

If the world's just an apple in a space.
That the prothets can't put in its place.
It there anything out there or no?
Just a indifferent void that's let go.
Just a ember of fire that briefly transpires and glows. 

If someone comes up with a way.
For us to move forward and say.
Oh, remember when we used to pay.
For the things that were ours anyway  
All is dark and undone, all is pressed up and worn out, okay?

A light that can pierce through in the dark.
The right way to ignite the spark. 
A look from the edge of the sky.
An awkward exchange you let by. 
Sudden kindling of lovers who hated each other for years. 

If life's just a short interlude.
Upon which we just briefly intrude. 
Then as we're not here to stay.
Let's go out and enjoy the day.




[An Interlude]

In youth I was a charmer, with the gift of the gab.
Oh, she was my girl, she was the best I ever had.
But as my drinking worsened, oh, results began to show.
My girl, she went and left me for some looker down the road.
That's it I said im leaving, there is nothing left for me.
I'll end up getting trouble from the constabulary.
I'm moving to the city, don't try and stop me, gotta go.
They're gonna get a shock from these few tricks I've got to show

But once I saw them city lights I said "I don't know"
"Maybe I should just move down to Juarez, Mexico"
Least there if I was pretty then they'd all be pretty too.
But since I am so ugly I don't know what I'm going to do.
Without you.

Oh, I've never been a gambler to the detriment of me.
If I had lots of money then at least I could be free.
But instead, I'm cold and lonely, don't know what I'm gonna do.
Suppose ill climb this mountain just to try and make it through.
Long ago, sweet summer child.
but when I'm looking back.
I never have been happy no matter what I can't relax.
And in my dreams I'm alone and deserted by my crew.
Just tramping through the wild lands trying to find something thats new.

Everybody asking me what I intend to do.
About the situation that's arising now with you.
Well, aiming to be happy looks like you'd be happy too.
But now im left alone I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Without you.

A blanket in the hamper which will help keep out the cold.
A place to rest my weary bones since I am getting old.
A plastic type of vengeance that comes naturally to me.
I wanted to be something but I never found the Key. 

A fire in the Winter and a beer when it's warm.
There ain't no sense in spending your whole life just half falorn.
You're gonna have to forget about the things they've done to you.
You cannot claim advantage so there's nothing to left to do.
Without you.




Without You

You dont get time to think it out. [carry on]
Always lots of drink about. [sing your songs]
There's lots that you can't know.
From far below. 

There's a need to claim respite,
There's a way to end each night.
There's a place where you can go to carry on.
You can feel it in the pit.
Of your stomach where it hits.
Like a hot knife that is saying you've gone wrong.

You won't get half the time you need. [carry on]
Careful of the signs you heed. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
There's places left to go.
Which all lay you low.

We made off with the buskers guitars,
and stood and played oasis songs for hours.
You lead all the dancing in the crowd,
and clapped your hands off beat to keep them roused.
They called out requests and gathered round,
while we just both ignore their pleas aloud.
More, they cried as I played facelessly.
The people who would view me sceptically.

Inside you might be crying out [carry on]
Sure that there us no way out. [sing your songs]
You'll face the day alone.
Pulled down so low.

We can go here after bar.
Sinister you are.
One day you'll need a place to call your home.
Just keep pushing alone.
The night that you must roam.
There's only one straw that will break your back.

No point in trying to work it out. [carry on]
Have you ever tried to think it out? [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Nowhere left to go.
Except far below.

In any beam of sunlight of the day.
You'd cross the street and pass the other way.
Whilst our attempts to reach the other side.
Are met with naught but frowns and lack of pride.

You lead your procession to the clouds.
Whilst those who must remain just scrabble bout.
Looking for a fragment of your peace.
Least hoping to hang on to some relief.

Always lots to think about. [carry on]
Always too much drink about. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Carry on alone. 
dragged down below. 

After Bar Sinister

Took a trip to america the old land of the free.
All you find is arrogance amongst faded beauty.
In a land that is too young to contain ideas that are so old.
You're looking for adventure but it's all been bought and sold.

When nothing's give away.
You're gonna have to pay.
And somethings not quite right.
Just drive into the night.
Coming to Ametica

Took a trip to America to see what you could see.
The only thing you don't expect is abject poverty.
The land that doesn't care about the people that it serves
It doesn't give you any time unless you hold onto your nerve.

Keep money in your hands.
Whilst sticking to your plans.
And don't be taken ill.
By the illusion of free will.
Coming to America.

Take a trip to america to have a look around.
Forget bout the alamo and feel the desert ground.
All you find out there is lots of rows of iron thorns.
An airbrushing existence who's foundations are left worn.

They took the land away.
And will not even say. 
The plastic piles abound.
The bones that they surround.
Coming to America.

This is not america you hear the preacher say.
You better keep your thoughts in cos there's lots that you can't say.
When you base your existence on system thats a lie.
The land where your own freedom means you're gonna have to die.

Even the best laid plans.
Are built on shifting sands.
There's things that can't be owned.
And ideas outgrown. 
Coming to America.

Coming To America

Our House [CSNY Cover]

Just some snakes in the grass.
Slithering out in the road as you pass.
Fragments deep in the past.
You move on.

Like a cat in a bag.
Like a young lad on tag.
Like a wrinkled old hag.
Who belongs?

Take me away from it all.
Drag me up out of the squall.

Just a thorn in your side.
A lion sits watching and waiting besides.
Found a good place to hide.
Waiting on.

A teenager acting their age.
Considering things like a bird in a cage.
An empty box filled up with rage.
For no one.

Take me away from it all.
Take me away from the squall.
Take me away by the hand
Take me away from the land.
When we go...

...Sailing, on the sea.
We'll go sailing.
Just you and me.

Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing. 
Just take my hand.

We go sailing on the waves.
We go sailing, feeling brave,
and the warm sun will heat our bones.
As we go sailing, we alone.

Sailing on the sea.
We go sailing. 
Just you and me.
Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing.
Just take my hand.

Snakes/Sailing

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

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





2023: Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus

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