Fish Club

Swings (at a public park)

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Spanish by the Afternoon

Bicycle Ride

Wouldn’t it be nice,
To wake up in the morning and not worry about work, food and money.

To live life as one, 
Working together,
In a unified society.

Where machines won’t bend or break our will,
And I won’t stumble by, day by day, on these pacification pills.

Am I just a ghost,
Am I just a ghost,
Trapped inside a machine.

Well if you read the signal - SOS,
it’s just this man trying to be free
It’s this man who hates the machine
It’s this man who wants to be free - NOW

Wouldn’t it be nice,
To tell a different story, where goodness triumphs over all,

When ears and eyes are open,
And minds are awoken,
And the dynasty they built begins to fall

Because I’m so sick of machines that break our will,
And I won’t stumble by, day by day, on these pacification pills.

Am I just a ghost,
Am I just a ghost,
Trapped inside a machine.

Well if you read the signal - SOS,
it’s just this man trying to be free
It’s this man who hates the machine
It’s this man who wants to be free - NOW

Wouldn’t it be nice…

Barney - Ghost in a Machine

(Verse 1)
Runnin’ down di empty streets,
Voices whisper, shadows creep.
Yuh was jus’ a bwoy who dream,
But dem mash up all yuh scheme.

Dem call yuh names yuh cya even seh,
Words sharp like knives, cut yuh weh.
In di dark, dem tek yuh light,
Left yuh cold in di dead of night.

(Chorus)
How wi fi erase di pain,
When silence drop like heavy rain?
If wi nuh talk di truth wi know,
Wi fi memba, or let it go?
In di night weh yuh cry,
Wi hear yuh name but pass it by.

(Verse 2)
Now di story dem start fi fade,
Di weight of truth in lie wi made.
Wi push di words, cya face di dread,
’Fraid fi deal wit’ what dem seh.

A life wipe clean from history’s page,
Lost in time and di rage.
If wi change up every line,
Wi forget yuh name in di time?

(Chorus)
How wi fi erase di pain,
When silence drop like heavy rain?
If wi nuh talk di truth wi know,
Wi fi memba, or let it go?
In di night weh yuh cry,
Wi hear yuh name but pass it by.

(Bridge)
Every picture, every lie,
Twisted truth dem cya deny.
Freedom cost, it bitter claim,
When silence speak in history’s name.

If wi nuh let di words dem flow,
Wi jus’ castin’ stones fi show?

(Chorus)
How wi fi erase di pain,
When silence drop like heavy rain?
If wi nuh talk di truth wi know,
Wi fi memba, or let it go?
In di night weh yuh cry,
Wi hear yuh name but pass it by.

Echoes Of Silence

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Waiting For The Blackout

My original songs, the first volume in a three volume series.
Songs written as far back as 1991 to present 2024, all mixed together.

My Father My Friend

Ride

In My Soul

Dark Down Here

Waiting There

This was the last song I recorded with this particular guitar before it got smashed in the truck of a car.

Lyrics:
You wanna go
You wanna fight
Is that really why you call me
In the middle of the night

You want a show
I’ll take a bite
We could break another wall
But I could never make it right

I offer your pleasure
You give me pain
This hate that we treasure
Love leaves a stain

You were enough for me
They didn’t need to know
It didn’t have to be
Damn what lies below

A pretty fantasy
Our little puppet show
It didn’t have to be
I would have let you go

Just take it back
Forget the lies
But I know you never want me
When you look me in the eye

There was a crack
A compromise
You wanna tell me why you taunt me
And you never say good bye

I offer you weakness
You hold me tight
My darling we seek this
You love the night

It was enough for me
You didn’t have to know
It didn’t have to be
Damn what lies below

A pretty fantasy
Your little puppet show
It didn’t have to be
I would have let you go

Green is the grass
Where all True Love will lie
This too may pass
But I will never say goodbye

Why should I ask
I know the hero always dies
Raise up your glass
To every pitiful disguise

I’ve had enough
Give me a break
When I know the night you hated
Was a dream you couldn’t shake

It was a bluff
We were awake
And I know you hesitated
But it wasn’t a mistake

The time that you held me
I was afraid
Why didn’t you tell me
I would have stayed

You were enough for me
But you will never know
I should have let it be
Damn what lies below

And you will never see
What I could never show
You were enough for me
I should have let you know




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Little Puppet Show (Acoustic)

"That's What Friends Are For" is a raw, stripped-down folk-punk anthem that captures the resilience, camaraderie, and bittersweet reflections of everyday life. Built around a driving, percussive acoustic guitar, the song thrives on its rhythmic urgency, with each strum acting as both a pulse and a protest. The lone vocal delivery is direct and heartfelt, carrying a mix of defiance and melancholy, reminiscent of classic Billy Bragg-style storytelling.

Lyrically, the song shifts between moments of nostalgia, frustration, and hope—painting vivid images of fleeting joys with old friends, quiet moments of introspection, and the unshakable feeling of being caught in a system that promises more than it delivers. The recurring chorus, delivered with an almost mantra-like intensity, reinforces the idea that friendship and solidarity are the true anchors in turbulent times.

With no excess instrumentation to hide behind, That's What Friends Are For embraces its simplicity, letting the raw emotion shine through. The stark contrast between the warmth of shared moments and the weight of personal struggle makes it an intimate yet anthemic piece—one that lingers long after the final chord fades.

That's What Friends Are For
You and I, a sunlit sky, and them
We close our eyes and sometimes we pretend

Walk on water, swim against the tide
Gazing at my shoes, I wonder why
But it doesn't stop you trying
And now the sparrows, they're all flying

(Chorus)
That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

Shadows fall on leaves as they descend
Stand beneath the trees with my old friends
Laugh at jokes I've heard ten times before
It doesn't matter, that's what we're here for

I can't help feeling that they've trained us well
Promising us heaven
While we're living here in hell
How it works out well, it all depends
On you and I, a sunlit sky, and them

But it doesn't stop you crying
And now the sparrows, they're all flying

(Chorus)
That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

That's What Friends Are For [ Post punk | Singer Songwriter]

Alex Hellcat is an artist with passion for doing things his way. His musical style stretches in many directions like a spiderweb. Influenced by punk, ska, reggae and rap, Alex songs are about freedom, old horror flicks and things that keep him awake at night. 
The multitalent records every instrument himself since he's a one man crew. People say Alex sounds like if Rancid and Social Distortion had a baby.
Grade 2 said: "Vocally it reminds me of Left Alone who I am a big fan of. Great sound!"
Alex won "Best Video" for "Get It Right" at Punk Rock Mag's Good Sh!t Awards, Dec 2024.

hello humans and bots.
lofi rock and acoustic stuff
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lyrics are posted on the song pages.
track art/photos are all pictures that I took myself unless otherwise noted
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(profile photo by Samantha Brenstein)

I started playing at a young age, and quickly found a love for playing guitar and singing. Many different styles have influenced me over the years. From Country, Metal, Rock, to Punk, I’ve played it all and still listen to a lot of it to date.

I have always been fond of the old Country music icons like Randy Travis, Conway Twitty, Don Williams, and Johnny Cash. With a resonating tone in my voice that is reminiscent of those giants in music, I carry on that deep Baritone bellowing country vocal sound within the music I play and write.

Whether I’m belting out “Diggin’ up Bones”, I Believe in You”, “Slow Hand”, or “Folsom Prison Blues”, you’ll feel it in the floor boards and in your chest, and you’ll want to sing right along with it.

Singing the songs I love from that era of country and classic rock music is where I have found my niche.

My original songs have a style that mixes a number of those various influences, capturing the essence of those Country roots. My songs are very personal and there is a lot of emotion that I pour into them. Living through those moments of desperation, loneliness, and heartache, the moments of joy, success, and hope too… We all have our share of both sides of the coin.

Setting Son Recordings is home to a diverse range of artists, from UK singer-songwriter These Guitars Say Sorry to classical composer Jeremias Langsämmer, Icelandic post-rock band Laxá with the Heima Kvartett, ambient artist Siegfried Jünger, and doom jazz ensemble The Dark Messiahs. Founded by Jez Slowe, who incepted all the projects, the label has released over 30 albums, crafting a unique sonic identity across genres.

Since 2021, Setting Son Recordings has released a track every week, later compiling them into albums available on all major platforms. Explore the catalog on Bandcamp: https://theseguitarssaysorry.bandcamp.com/ and support the work for as little as $1 a month on Patreon: www.patreon.com/tgss.

Record Label - D.I.Y. - East UK

The label has a long and worthwhile history of music, including folk, punk, hardcore, metal, hiphop, beats, Drum and Bass, Dubstep, lofi and post rock ambience.

Through contacts, community and unity, the aim is to provide a free recording service, distro, help with releases and live shows. We are more about people than profits, the way it should be. 

We are all for a collective, if you want to help in any way then get in touch.

Our politics and philosophy rest within Anarchism. 

So if your interested then give us a message, lets work something out. 

Peace and unity
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