Funky guitar and cool vocals! You rock!👍😎✌🏼🤘

great sound -fantastic guitar playing -good vocals

One of the most unique tracks ive heard in ages now, the vocal harmonies in the chorus are lush, and the entire intrumental track rocks. Love it.

Killer guitar! Excellent performance and well produced.

i wrote this for a movie but they didnt accept so im releasing it here,two of my friends who sang and recorded this past away so i would love to remember Steve Virtue and Ricky Hill rip and thankyou,written by Gary Hayward

Unknown album (2/11/2022 9:55:00 PM)

where all the rivers run Gary Hayward

Business

J'avais vingt ans sur les rives de la Dordogne, on écoutait Lisa sad Lisa de Cat Stevens...

Que deviens tu

Written, recorded and produced at Cat Box Studio, Metro Detroit.

Lyrics:
My mind is floating on a sea of "running out of time".
I survive, barely getting good at barely getting by.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, and mental health.
You Don't hear a word I say.

Fall out from the navigation and a proper destination, pushing it aside.
Pause, rewind, reflect, refine. It doesn't work that way.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, and mental health.
You don't hear a word I say. You won't listen anyway.

It was wrong from the start.
Add it up and multiply. Set the bar, I'm still not getting by.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, your sense of self.
You don't hear a word I say.
Stack them up on broken walls. Throw the stones and watch them fall.

You don't hear me, you won't listen, I can't take another day.

Pause, Rewind

I got rid of the bridge before the guitar solo...

One minute you're here
And the next you're marching
I don't like your mimes
Will you hold me tight
And not go snogging
Don't be afraidTo try skyving

It's only tears on my cheek
It's only tears on myCheeks

Everyone is zombie like
Some sometimes
Your fucking words
Cut deeper that a tweeny
Oh I finally see the crime

It's only tears on my cheek
It's only tears on my
There's nothing left for us to go back
Ah ah ah ah ah
Tears on my cheeks
Ah ah ah ah ah
Tears on my, tears on my, tears on my cheek
It's only a fucking tear on cheek
Who's responsable for that fucking tear?
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek

Ah Shit !

Tears on my Cheek

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:
Brooding sea, oppressive day, a panorama in disarray,
A resolute light will find the way from a horizon hideaway.
Forever theme, the mystery, the recurring history,
The bitterest veil on what we see becomes a new reality.

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

Climb the mountain, stormy day, broken boulders block the way,
You’re losing your hope, begin to pray, 
- to a summit that’s farther away.
Sudden break reveals a beam 
through the fog blotting out the dream,
It’s guiding the way to the brilliant day, 
that’s just above the grey.

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

Clouded years, distorted fears, oh, no no no.
Waiting ‘til the crack appears, oh, wo-wo-wo.

Instrumental 

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

All In Time

Sometimes, life gives you a new start, a new chance.

Covert art by https://www.fiverr.com/s/lqkl9a

A New Beginning

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Artwork: Robbie

A pair of exes revisit the past.

Lyrics:
Come, my dear, through the shadow passage
Pausing here, looking for a message,
Much has gone, turn the light on, 
To the fading couch, the aging curtains.
Something sure is what we’re looking for,
A plate, a mirror, a relic, a survivor,
Something good that might remain, not reminders of the rain.

Through the glare, the garden and the cross wait there.
They seem to blend the fear, with the recognition
One was too few, and two was too many.

Leave the scene, it isn’t healthy
Change the theme, another memory, just
Let the morning dawn, with the hope of moving on.

Try to live, remembering the word “forgive”.
Heart for free. Just keep my number,
Call me, lend me, handle me, help me.

Tell me now, I need to get it straight,
Let time allow, and don’t exaggerate, but
Even only a word or a hint or a sign. 
That’s enough, I’ll be fine.

Passage

A true story ...

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner)

Words and vocals by © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2024 

I'm most grateful to Andreas for this perfect music for the subject. 

Music by © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024 
Find him here: (@api_zz)

Words: 

Long were they known to the Children of Don, 
These waters that run so deep, 
That pulse the heart blood of Avalon, 
And rocks the Beauty who still sleeps. 
Fand, her eye weeps, 
Drops drip, springs seep, 
In dark, underground caverns 
Fluting silvery waters, oh so sweet, 
That carry the salmon to Mabon.

Since ice floes swept these Isles of Honey,
This nectar of Nectan’s Glen, 
Dove’s ambrosia of Aphrodite, 
Or Brigit, as she was known then, 
Sung lullabies, into the night, 
Singing in the age of when 
The sun bird left Cinnamon Lane in flight, 
Soaring at behest of Gwyn. 

Avalon’s waters are sacred, you see, 
Destined for changes in ages. 
These rivers below don’t run to the seas, 
But move at the command of mages 
In the World Tree, sounding the key 
To unlock Earth’s life changes. 
It is by Macmannan of Llyr’s decree, 
Greatest of Celtic sages. 

But it was not his harp that dealt the knell 
Of doom on these sacred waters. 
This HAARP was an instrument of Hell 
Straight from the Den of Plotters. 
To steal the dells, Levels and fells, 
From their rightful owners. 
To bring in huge drills, to frack the wells, 
To rape Morrigan’s daughter. 

The Three Nefarious Blows to Britain 
Could not have done any worse. 
Of those fateful days, it is written, 
Avalon came under curse. 
The Furies rained, Taranis aimed 
Wheels to spin the sea purse, 
As storm waves crashed into pasture plains, 
And the farmers’ fields submersed. 

On the night of the full moon baleful airs 
Smashed the doors of the White Spring 
To pieces, shattered, well past repair, 
It was such a bitter sting. 
Stone dragon on stair, beyond prayer, 
Broken as they found him. 
But Brigit’s flame in her grotto still flared, 
The heart of the Isles of Honey. 


At Burrow Mump, useless handwringers all
 Were photographed for their voters. 
The Prince of Wales claimed he was appalled, 
While on the phone to his broker. 
Gone Chinese walls, the croupier calls 
This game of red hot poker. 
When climate change was blamed as the cause, 
The winner threw down the Joker. 

But all was not lost, despite shriek and beseech, 
The call rang across the leylines, 
Echoed by standing stones and cromlechs, 
“Send a bard who can spell with a rhyme.” 
Men of Harlech, now ithyphallic, 
Thundered down the rhynes , 
“Defend the glassy wall, Fragarach. 
“Lugh’s own Tongue Cannot Lie.” 

And so, this magical sword appeared
At the Avalon Council of Bards. 
To speak through the old Witch,  
“Rhyme it up!” it told the lady smith;
The purge to remove the bane. 
So she intoned the words to entrain, 
That tumbled out like a twin-twisted withe, 
Her tongue could no more contain...

"You wizards and lizards! You boastful bards! 
"By your own ignorance you’re paralysed. 
"The Beli serpent of these Honey Isles 
"Your mute mouths are unable to satirise, 
"Let alone the three fountains he guards."

Then she turned and raised her hands 
to the roiling skies. 

"I command the Three Fountains:
"The fountain of water of air
"The fountain of water of seas
"The fountain of water of earth/fire 
"Be still... and know thy peace.

"All glory to you, victorious Beli,
Who defends the Honey Isles."

The Waters Of Avalon

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all distorted, stomp box lead guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient & vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

The Dark Place

I’m a multi-genre sing/songwrit.  Rock, Indie Rock, Folk, Indie Folk…

I warmly thank those who listen, like, and comment. I do my best to listen in return.

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