Playlist My Favorite Songs On Soundcloud

Songs to Savour

My Favorites 4

Songs written and released between July and December 2022, taken from the E.P's and Albums, Haven't Seen The Sun, Buffalo, Cows, Mugshot and Salt.

2022: Long Haired Milk Sucker

SpukSchreibMaschine

A soulful  'roots rock' country ballad  with vocals by Luther Hicks a.k.a Adam Cunningham)  from Halvorsongs and Mark Riddick Productions, Nashville TN, with  words and music by Scott Halvorsen  copyright by S L. Halvorsen all rights reserved worldwide.

Sweet Winter Rose (feat.Luther Hicks)

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

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

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cinx4L_D2uW/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

There's a fox on a hill.
Looking down at a hen house.
The hills roll away.
What more can you say? 
Can you say?

There's a spider that spends, its whole life on a window. 
He doesn't get down.
Nor ever look around. 
He just likes to stay.

There's a a boy.
Aged about ten.
Naming flags to his mother.
She just can't work up. 
The will to look up from her ironing pile. 

There's a box on a fridge.
Which no one will look in.
Ever again.
Contains anything, 
Which boxes contain.

There's a girl plucking eyebrows.
For forty five minutes.
She watches them fall.
For a moment they stall.
Then they're gone away.

There's a sign on the wall.
Which must signify something.
You don't don't take it in.
The words don't begin.
The words are opaque.

There are things in this world that are best off forgotten. 
There are things that you take to the grave.
 
There's a question which fills you with furious anger. 
Mis-understood all.
You made the wrong call.
What more can I say?

There's a sword in the sky hanging over our shoulders. 
We wait for the fall.
Whilst trying to walk tall.
What more can I say?

There's a love that's uncertain.
That is worth the time put in. 
It waits to begin.
A strike for the win. 
You'll get there one day.

There are things in this world that are best off forgotten. 
There are things that you take to the grave.

There's a fox on the hillside,
laying down in the sunshine.


Things

I caught you looking down your nose. When you had read my words.
With all the silly pictures where I put my head on birds.
Trouble is you think you mean something.
When you really don't mean nothing. 

Oh, I could write a song with words exactly the same as you.
But my words won't mean a thing to you.  You take me for a fool.
And you think you fucking mean something.
You really need to mean something. 

Your pretty face decayed with age and left you in the lurch.
you didn't have a character. you'd never been to church.
But you still pretend it means something.
Oh, it really fucking means something. 

Watch out, you'll give me a heart attack.
No doubt. now you have lost the knack.
Step out. hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Your guitar is on your shoulder and you Wear it like a hat.
Just a fashion statement that might help you pull and that.
You still pretend it means something.
Oh it really fucking means something. 

Just because I have a joke and arn't as serious as you.
That doesn't mean that my words don't count exactly like yours do.
But I don't pretend they mean something.
They really don't mean nothing. 

Yeah I use all the cliches, oh I might say in or out. 
Up-and-down, side to side, I might cry round about.
I just don't pretend to mean something.
It doesn't fucking mean something. 

Hard tack. The few things your living for 
Hatch back. Expecting nothing more.
Old hat. Hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Oh, I might write a song in which I'm talking to a wolf.
Because that is a word which I can easy rhyme with gulf.
Bet you wanna think that means something.
It really fucking means nothing. 

Yeah, it's as easy as finding words that rhyme with laundromat.
You could say that, bat, cat, sat, lath, rat, hat, gnat, fat, mat. 
Oh you think it fucking means something.
Yeah you think it fucking means something. 

Oh, You've been writing songs in which youre talking to the Queen.
You're creating images, you don't know what they mean.
But you think they fucking mean something.
Yeah you think they fucking mean something. 

New man, tied to a changing mat.
or pram, a dent in the place you sat.
no maam, hoping to find my way home.
now I'm all alone. 

It's not that my words don't have meaning to them like you think yours do.
It's just that I don't attach value to it like you fucking do.
Cos you think it fucking means something.
Or you think it fucking means something. 

Strike back. giving your heart away.
Give back, here's to another day,
Price tag. Hoping to find your way home.
Now your'e all alone. 

Oh I could sing I love you, oh now don't you get me wrong.
But the people that I love know it without a fucking song.
Cos it's actions that mean something. 
Your words don't mean nothing. 

Yeah there's not much point in saying things if you're not gonna follow through.
The people who shout loudest are the ones who never do.
But they still pretend it means something.
It really fucking means nothing.



Mean Something

What I could have been, washed out by the salty sea, oh it is just a dream, a dream that's obsolete. 

What a place to be, a place where you can go and see, the things that you could be, all that you could dream. 

Now you'll never know, anywhere's the way to go, oh, It's all for the show, now you'll never know. 

Washed out by the sun, this sun is just the current one, the bun that traps the fly, now you wave goodbye. 

Just wasted on the sand, wasted in a foreign land, wasted like you planned, you wasted all your hands. 

Time it ticks away, ticks away another day, the days they will not stay, the days they go away. 

What I couldn't see, washed out by the salty sea, reminds me of the time, I searched but couldn't find. 

A scar that fades away, reminders of the former days, the days that fade away, the days they often change. 

The salty sea imbibes, more than you would care to mind, you're full up to your eyes, the salty sea revives. 

Salty Sea

What's the matter Steve?
What you saying to me?
Your face is turning sour.
You're judging me,
but you fail to see,
no need to be so dour.

Look round.
Oh, the humanity.
Turned down.
Even in infamy.
Last out.
Now they are gone from your home.

What's happening Steve.
You guys are looking strange.
Can't tell what they's about.
That's what you get.
When you isolate,
and control all the power.

Look round
Oh, the plasticity.
Turned down.
Lacks electricity.
Last out.
Turn off the light as you go.

What's happened Steve?
Oh, don't look surprised.
Your world has tumbled down.
Kept in a cage,
but reality,
has a way of spinning round.

Look round.
Earnings are temporary
Turned down.
Learn you some empathy.
Last out.
Turn out the light as you go.

Steves

Avoidance, takes its toll.
Never minding, any goals.
Always hiding, in your hole.
Never binding, to the whole. 

A table, spread to eat,
A window, to the sea,
A white wall, not complete.
Nor flower, nor a tree. 

A sunset, or a wave.
A shipwreck, for a grave.
A whale's song, in your head.
A lonely tourniquet. 

An old hat, on the peg.
A corner, for your bed.
A lamp light, shining free.
A collector of memories. 

The freedom, you can't see.
Imposing, you can't be.
Not needed, obsolete.
Automaton, left replete. 

A lighthouse, all alone.
The raging sea, down below.
Piercing, through your heart.
A lamp light, through the dark.

Lighthouses

There's a castle that stands,
on a hill, above the sands,
while the people below,
hatch some plans. 
Though the fields and the trees,
are packed with stupidity.
Might be you, could be me,
naturally.

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

As the castle looks down,
ashen faced, in the town, 
oh, the people they frown,
looking down.
And they never glance up,
at these rocks they've piled above, 
piled for years, piled with tears,
piled with love. 

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

The castle surrounds, 
a cliff top, above the town, 
seabirds cry,
as they circle around 
Control has no bounds,
like a face in the clouds,
looking down at the state of the town. 

And what will we be?
for one thing, we're not free.

There's a castle, 
which watches, 
you go.

Castles

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

Vid of this recording: https://youtu.be/AfVl-Pi4EG8

Places That We Kissed (rough demo)

Invitation To The Blues

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, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

Remaster 2023 of the 2022 EP "A Path Of Light"

The Boat Of The Sun

Beautiful ecstatic love song with Middle-Eastern instruments: Ney (flute), Arabic Strings, Qanun.

In The Garden

Lullaby for my Son

Lullaby For my Son

Didn’t want to fall in love with you
Though my heart is big enough for two, but blue
Thought I’d spend a 
little time with you
Surely that’s what friends like to do, Whoa no
Never thought that I’d feel like I do
Never wanted to
Time by your side mean’s that I just can’t hide
These feelings I have for you
Hear my words so you may understand
My heart’s stopped bleeding from the pain of her
Now the ache inside is all for you
Need to know you feel like I do, oh no
Now you tell me your feeling unsure
Hurting beat black and blue
I don’t know why Girl but I wish you’d try
See my intentions are true
So Girl take your time, make up your mind
I can wait for you
For I know that in time, you must find
All that your sweet heart dreams of
Oh my Love
Andrew Smith: All songwriting, Guitars, Vocals, Cello, arrangement, Mixing & Mastering
Lee Sharpe: Cello, Strings

Didn't want to fall in love with You

2007

Wall

My debut album

A collection of instrumentals; my first attempts at writing and recording music

Harvest Day

Appalachian Sunset

ON INNOCENT WINGS (FINAL).wav

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