War Hath No Mercy

Catfood Space

Eustace hides behind the trees 
He doesn’t like 
What he sees 
He doesn’t like it

Come out cause you have to
Sooner or later 
Come out of the woods 
Right now!

Everybody’s waiting for you

Come out!
Now!

You’re looking at that - Eustace! 
You’re looking at the forest 
But you’re seeing weird trees 
You hafta come out 
And see the world 
That’s waiting for you 
What are you gonna do…
What are you gonna do?

The world isn’t what 
You’re thinking it is 
Anyway 
That’s my take on this 
It’s all I have to say

I been callin' you

Eustace

"Illusion" 
3e titre du nouveau projet de San-Zo 
"Supply & demand"

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Supply & Demand

Illusion

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The canon uses the same chord progressions as the canon in d major by Johann Pachelbel (1653-1706) that can be found in many rock and pop songs of the last sixty years. This is my interpretation. I just let my inspiration run free and used all the melodies that came to mind, mixing them, using all kinds of virtual instruments like oboe, bassoon, cembalo and strings.
 The image is by Rima Gluzmann @ pixabay

Canon In D Major

One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hikin'
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
"In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
There's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
"In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
The jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
As soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handle shovels
No axes, saws or picks
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In The Big Rock Candy Mountains
"I'll see you all this comin' fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains"

Big Rock Candy Mountain (1928 cover)

Between Here And There (Demo Version)

Stay Home

Oh, a rag tag, magpie, bag of skag lies.
Rise above the dangers you think up.
As the world turns round,
Your feet firmly pressed down.

Oh, a mix up, fix up, lost it, tripped up.
Sink below, the waves that to-and-fro.
As the earth surrounds.
Your arms straight reaching out.

Oh, a black tan, hand fan, who knows? some clan.
Takes control, and never let's it go.
You were not to know.
The race is almost ran.
(Oh, the lie they fill you with reaches your heart and...
Never let's it go. 
A throne, a bin, a loss, a win, alive.)

Oh, a fucked up, lucked up, brought up, nip tuck.
It's indigo, the edge of what you know,
Gotta get the go, go get that ghetto goal.
(Oh, the losses add up slowly, and it's right...
On the edge of what you know.
A sink, a swim, a bob, a twin, a rim.)

Is this the life of which you speak?
Now I should turn the other cheek? 

Oh, a stupid panto, homemade porno.
Loose the rope.
Which hangs over your throat,
Those in the know, have taken it as rote.
(Oh, the hangman slowly tightens up the line, which...
Hangs over your throat.
You take, you speak, don't point, be meek, draw lines.)

Oh, a gonzo, pop up, fake ass, burger truck.
The middle class are ignorant to crass.
The kids they ferry round.
Will run them to the ground.
(Oh, the stupid rich ones do not toe the line... 
All ignorant and crass.
A break, a safe, a grand, to make, no time.)

Is this the life of which you speak?
Now I won't turn the other cheek.

Oh, a Buffalo Bill shaped, Jesus anvil.
Striking down.
Comes naturally to clowns.
You just take it now.
The world keeps spinning round.
(Son, why you trying so hard for the laughs? 
Comes naturally to clowns.
But you and me, just leave it be, this time.)

Oh, a cake tin, raisin, bran new, who's who?
Let you in, a polymath of sin.
A route, a grin.
A fragment of a win.
(Oh, one day we will leave here with a win...
Like a polymath of sin.
A route, a grin.
A fragment of a win.)




Turn The Other Cheek

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