Very nice song, with the background "answering" lalala vocal, good lyrics and beatles guitars

congratulations,this is very calm song ..

Old composition for the album (DEPORTATION)

call me now

Who Noise - Grigg, Butts & Combstead

Other Plateforms

Parenthèse II

Are you wasting your time?
Are you towing the line?
In a small town way.
Are you wasting your time?
Are you plodding along?
As the night time falls.
Are you wasting you're time?
On a well-meaning rhyme.
That no one hears.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

You're just wasting my time.
As you're looking around.
For something to do.
You're just wasting my time.
As the hours tick by.
The clock won't stall.
You're just wasting the time.
As the days turn to years.
The bells all toll.
You're just wasting my time.
As a lifetime floats off on the breeze.

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.

Did you ever take time.
To look back on it all.
And just want to go.
Did you ever consider that.
Most of the time.
It was nothing at all.
Do you ever look back.
And regret the attack.
Or the times you stalled.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

Did you always fall down.
On the hard bitter ground.
As the evenings fell.
Did you always give in.
At the slightest of things.
At the fierce well.
Did you run off and hide.
At the tenement snide.
As the background blurred.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young.

Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind me i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
You state confidently. 
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind you i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.

Wasted Youth

Two Lovers

I Set Mysellf On Fire

I Set Myself On Fire

In my saddest dreams
Never thought I'd be
Living out
This parody of a life I lead
It seems
The light in my heart has dimmed
Now I'm frosting over
Alone and nowhere
Again
So let it rain

Never really been a lonely man, but now
I feel the weight of this silence

Never really had much of a plan for love
But now the hardness of solace
Is crushing me
So let it rain

It feels like everything
Is falling apart at the seams
And it's all that I can do sometimes
To hang on

But then I hear the drip-drop pitter-pop
Little streams gently
Running down the window pane
Drip-drop pitter-pop
Little things
Reminding me
There's hope that I'll be happy again

So just let it rain

Never really been an empty man, but now
I see how hollow my life is

All by myself, I've never felt alone
But now this desolate twilight
Is swallowing me

So let it rain

Dear God, looking down from your majesty
Can you see the walls closing in on me
You know I've been faithful and tried so hard , and I'll be true
So please send me

Drip-drop pitter-pop
Little streams gently
Running down the window pane
Drip-drop pitter-pop
Little things
Reminding me
There's hope that I'll be happy again

So just let it rain

Let It Rain

Something in the Water (prod. beatbauerjonas)

Take Her Hand

The Playing Fields Of England by These Guitars Say Sorry critiques the glorification of war and questions the romanticized ideals of heroism often associated with it. The song emphasizes the sacrifices made by ordinary soldiers and challenges the notion that war is something to be celebrated or revered.  These Guitars Say Sorry's  folk-inspired songwriting style, is accompanied by his percussive acoustic guitar playing acting as the perfect backdrop for the song's post punk lyrics.

On the playing fields of England
There are battles won and lost
I have seen them fought so many times I had almost forgot
That it's a pleasure and an honor as you go out to die
I'd do it all a thousand times for the old school tie

So hold your head up high
So I can see you're full of pride
As you lay down your life
On the playing fields of England

Past the ranks of blue and gray
Into the old school hall
You can read the roll of honor or heed the distant call
Like your father before you, you'll tread a distant land
You didn't learn the first time, so now you're going back

I look in your eyes and I can see the pain
And then you ask me who's to blame
I told you it was much more than a game
On the playing fields of England

Nobody thought to question why you went to die
Bravely put on the uniform and joined the end of the line
But age brings with it wisdom, but you'll never grow old to know
On the playing fields of England, you will reap what you have sown

As they fly your body homeward, draped in your country's flag
Past lines of grieving relatives who know you're never coming back
On the playing fields of England was where you chose to play
But a generation of you went marching to the grave

As you lie facing the sky, I can only wonder why
You believed a pack of lies about the playing fields of England
The playing fields of England


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The Playing Fields Of England - These Guitars Say Sorry [folk music | protest songs]

Just another song (of mine) that makes no sense.

Copyright: 1984

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This song was recorded in 11 hours on a 4-track recorder in October of 1984.
Remastered with Soundcloud in 2021.

Ron Snyder - Shoot The Bull (1984)

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