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G.B.C. - Pray

G.B.C. - Waste Deep

Summoning the legendary spirits of the past, TCR now carries the torch for countless artists who shaped the world of Rock, Blues, Funk, and Soul. The Atlanta trio is united by inspiration, energy, grit, and an undying love for one another and the process of creating songs they believe in. Passion leaks with each note into every aspect of their music from the studio to the stage.

Rite on Time 11:22

Bad Trip

We shouldn't have to fight.
The piles of skulls must show it.
Who cares who's really right?
Nobody really knows it.
The road out of this place.
Littered with bones like you and me.
The dreams that floated high.
Same as dreams that sink to ground.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.

A spaceman in the clouds,
knows that he matters nought.
A twinkling in the eye.
Your time has come around.
The bell tolls out for thee.
The bells keep ringing out.
The cowboys and the cows.
Are dust to blow around...,

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

I don't think on the world,
When I'm no longer in it.
and if I try to think on death.
I just can't see much in it.
I do not think of frying pans,
somebody making love to you,
I do not sit and think and about.
All the people waiting to die.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

A Road To Nowhere

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

You'll never make a seamstress out of me.
Your clothes will have to suffer down the years.
I don't come free.
See, it's ragged on the borderline.
You never said what's yours is mine.
You will not make a seamstress out of me.

If I chose to go hunting, I'd succeed.
And bring home some wild animal, that's mostly made of meat.
Of course, there's always tooth and claw,
and I've never killed a thing before.
But if I chose to be hunting, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
And if I sailed off to some war, what's a ribbon for?

The fireside is warm and idly,
I watch you as you sit there and sing into fires deep.
A singer you will always be.
Your song to sing, a minor key.
A constant ever-changing melody. 

If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.
Although I know almost nothing about the dark ways of the sea.
I'm sure that I'd bring back a fish.
A fish for you to make your dish.
If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
and I was due to hang, would you make a stand?

If I was a spaceman, there'd be a ticker tape parade,
but if it goes the other way, I hope you stay.



If I Were a Spaceman

Songs of Love [The Divine Comedy Cover]

I Got You On My Mind

(This is dedicated to my Step-Dad and to his battle with dementia.  It’s a song about time, how things are constantly changing, and yet, when you look in the mirror, there you are, and yet the decay, the age, mistakes and wisdom, one can hope, at the end of the day, no matter what has been had, what has been lost, you will have at least one thing, even if just a hand full, of beautiful memories…of people, pain, loss, love, hope, and everything in between.  Yet, for some, the curse is to look in the mirror and have nothing, to have lost it all, that sense of fear, grief, and frustration..  my step dad lost everyone in the end.  There were only two people he recognized.  My Mom and I - a blessing I will always be grateful to have had).  He was a beautiful man and this song, in all the irony of the lyrics, is for him.  

Verse
Was a time, a time to play, time to pray
All that time, what a waste, what a pity, oh fool, shake my walls, blow me down.

Just a face, unaware, just another day.
Just a phase, all we had, it’s a crime
oh pity, oh fool, mind your head when you fall 

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Verse
In the dark, in the back, what a way to live, you a dance I could never forget, oh pity oh fool, tell me who I see now so

Like a dream, but nightmares are dreams too, in my head, but my mind I stilI find you, oh pity, oh fool, take my hand lead me out 

Chorus
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Not a game, never same, we all fade away, but these tricks, it’s so hard to find you, oh pity oh fool, seems all is lost now

In the end, through the tears and the madness, find a smile as you echo among us, oh pity of fool, are you here with me now.  

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Personal Earthquakes

I've Got You On My Mind

I've Got You On My Mind (Ballad for Joe)

When It's True

A collaboration with UK singer-songwriter Winkandwoo, mixed and mastered by Charles Connolly. Please go and visit their pages if you like to listen to more of their work: @winkandwoo @connollytunes

Turn The Tide - Lyrics

If this world was to show you freedom
Would you take it if it shined like a light
Or would you choose to stay prisoner, captive
In this illusion of a life
Have you set your boundaries, borders
Do you know where your heart lies

Do we change the world
With our hearts and minds
Can we make it better
Can we change perception
Can we turn the tide

I only hope that we can come together
I see lots of hope but we don’t come together, no no no no

What do we need to turn the tide

Do we change the world
With our hearts and minds
Can we make it better

If this world was to show you freedom
Would you take it if it shined like a light
Or would you choose to stay prisoner, captive
In this illusion of a life
Have you set your boundaries, borders
Do you know what it takes to turn the tide

Music: United Duality
Lyrics & Vocals: Winkandwoo
Mix & Master: Charles Connolly

Turn The Tide

Turn The Tide [feat. Winkandwoo]

tothm and andy - the secret garden

www.robbiemaccc.com

'!! Train to Georgia' is the 1st single of the upcoming project which is titled 'Tears From The Trailorpark' and expected to drop before end of year!! Available now on all streaming platforms!!

Tears From The Trailer Park

Tears From The Trailerpark

!! Train 2 Georgia

This is a song I made way back on now lost tapes, but I had written lyrics and spent several hours coaxing Suno to make the song sound a bit like it should, in fact I think the machine collaborated very well in making this song driven by power-chord, dynamic soundscape and some parts are solid rock and some parts are more like a pretty pop song. The LYRICS:

WAITRESS AT THE INN  (mastered)
Words by G.A.Moi/Badtripp Inc copyright 1983/2024

Come the sunny days in autumn  
When the trees are dripping colours
I recall the waitress at the inn  
She held my attention by surprise
Slender figure, tight uniform 
Short cut hair the colour of wood
Shy smile, red roses on her cheeks 
How I shook when she told me her name

The waitress at the inn
who was that waitress at the inn

I looked at her while my lunch cooled  
I don't know why she moved me so
Maybe it was a special day  
Or maybe she was a special girl
She's quite a mystery to me  
Memories linger in my mind
But her mind is very unknown   
Who was that waitress at the inn

The waitress at the inn
who was that waitress at the inn

Waitress at the AI-inn

Fear

Calling For You

nicotine (demo)

Singer songwriter from the Heart of England with a box full of old and new songs on a mission to understand the art of recording and mixing. Most started life on my trusty Martin acoustic and have been played live but never been given the luxury of being recorded. I suspect am gonna be at this for quite a while!

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





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