You told me.
Love was a simple thing.
Don't need, to worry about everything.
Won't leave.
I'm sure we'll figure things out.
We can work it out.

You told me.
Life was a simple thing.
Hold me back from the precipice.
Lonely, some days I'd do anything.
Just leave on the light.
To keep out the night.

You warned me.
Life is a simple thing 
I cared, too much for anything.
No sleep, no space for simple things.
Things will work out right.
Until they don't one time. 

You told me.
You wanted simple things. 
Mostly, effort above everything.
Ghostly, the thoughts at the back of my mind.
Though things seem fine.

You say.
Your loves a simple thing.
You are happy without a ring 
Don't have to be kinda anything. 
If you could just be mine. 
If you could just be mine. 

Car crash, the state of union.
Gas on, life's like an onion.
Electrons smashing into the other side.
But then divide....

Our song.
Started as a simple thing.
I go and complicate everything.
Key change, off on another whim.
It'll be alright.
It'll be alright.








Simple Thing

Barnacles

Cinnamon  - Brian Butts (feat. Robert Grigg)

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

A re-mastered and finely-tuned version of this song from our first album

LYRICS:

You’re far away
and I can’t seem to find the time
to come and play
But I don’t mind just calling
from the edge

You turned away
from everything you paid for
at cost
And all the castaways
you spend your time with now
are just as lost

You’re far away and I can’t seem to find you

And now you’re searching for your missing memory through the mirrored glass
And all you find in just your mind in shattered pieces in the grass

You’re far away
and I can’t seem to find you

Did you ever think you were a splash of paint
dripped from the brush of a creator
while he’s stood
making something else?
And you splashed into existence
Completely unannounced

You’re far away
and I can’t seem to find you

Far Away [2022 Rework]

LYRICS

Phone on the sofa, 
oh you're taking in nothing,
vaguely listening to the scene.
I would kinda love it if you'd give me something, 
something to work with, 
something to grow.
I would kinda like it if you showed some feeling,
or if there's nothing you would let us know. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're here to see what's going wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

The beer bottles pile up by your feet, 
your grieving; isn't aimed above but rather just below.
Any excuse to feel collective meaning, 
just laying back to enjoy the show. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're oh so worried what's gone wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're here to see what's going wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

Your eyes barely flicker as you light up your cigarette,
take a drag and survey the scene.
I was kinda hoping that you'd be my princess.
kinda hoping that you'd be my queen.

The Queen [with The Fall of Saigon]

Back In The Holler - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Silver Bullet

this track has some progressive heavy rhythms accompanied by heavy melodic melodies, please let me know what you think.

Last Day Of The Sun

Snow Snow Snow. .  by H an G wav

Another relentless fusion groove from Mrakobes & Gom Jabbar: a dark and meandering ethno-metal love song for the heavy of heart.

Follow Mrakobes at https://soundcloud.com/oligopod

Не си ми месечина
Не, не си ми блеснала
Най-вече си море безбрежно
Носиш ми само мрак и тъга

Не си ми месечина
И никак не си ми грейнала

Месечина
Месечина

You are not my moon
No, and you don’t glow like one
You are more like a shoreless sea
that brings me only darkness & sorrow

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