The product of a couple of riffs coming together. Can you guess what they are. I love the combination of spoken and sung. And, on this track, the horns really work...

Watch Me

A high energy song with a message for our times...

We Got To Learn To Get Along

Music Video available on YouTube
https://youtu.be/S13oXR4bPd0
Song written by Dean Frost. 
Performed by Dean Frost, Elizabeth Johnson, James and Jessica Murray with Pat Clarke.
I wrote the song and originally recorded it in 1989 but it has never had any real exposure and is as relevant to the present situation in the world as it was when I first wrote it. The Antarctic polar ozone hole may in fact be closing but rising carbon dioxide levels continue to drive Global Warming. And there may no longer be Third World Debt but the same rampant capitalism is sustaining the pollution and ravaging of the Earth's resources , along with worldwide inequality and Climate Change.. 

Hot House

New version of Hot House for Cop 26 environment summit by Dean Frost
Song written by Dean Frost. 
Performed by Dean Frost, Elizabeth Johnson, James and Jessica Murray with Pat Clarke.
Song and originally recorded it in 1989 but it has never had any real exposure and is as relevant to the present situation in the world as it was when I first wrote it. The Antarctic polar ozone hole may in fact be closing but rising carbon dioxide levels continue to drive Global Warming. And there may no longer be Third World Debt but the same rampant capitalism is sustaining the pollution and ravaging of the Earth's resources , along with worldwide inequality and Climate Change..

30 Oct 2021

Hot House COP26

Why do so many people glue their eyes to their mobile phones, and not look around at the amazing things around them? Just Random Drifting through life!


Blank face, vacant space
Product of the human race
Evolution’s revolution waiting for a contribution
To it all
He’s a man who claims to know it all
So he looks down, at the ground
Lost it all, never found
Answers for his questions or even a suggestion
What it’s all about
Tries to hide his face and shut it out

You’re a typical random drifting in and out
You’re a five star waste of time just hanging out
Sitting all alone in your Twilight Zone
Cos’ your head’s still buried in your mobile phone
Time to wake up, look about, see what you’re missing
Don’t waste another minute, don’t let it go drifting by
Never ever asking why

Lights on, no one’s home
Wonder why you’re all alone
Tik Tok, around the clock
You’ll never get a life until you switch it off
Spend some real time to take a good look around
At the sights, smells, feelings, listen to the sounds
Of the world that you’ve lost, mind drifting away
A different story happens every day

You’re a typical random drifting in and out
You’re a five star waste of time just hanging out
Sitting all alone in your Twilight Zone
Cos’ your head’s still buried in your mobile phone
Time to wake up, look about, see what you’re missing
Don’t waste another minute, don’t let it go drifting by
Never ever asking why

You’re a typical random, you’re a five star waste of time
Sitting all alone, too busy living in the Twilight Zone
You’re a typical random, you’re a five star waste of time
Sitting all alone, too busy living in the Twilight Zone

Wake up, look about
No need to shut it out
See what you’re missing
Don’t leave it drifting on by

Random Drifting

Existential electro ballad depicting identity and experienced moments as dual interlaced states of being. Lyrics provide further explanation. Composed, performed, and produced by Solo at Studio SRO, Granada Hills, CA.

Interlaced Generation


Digital I.D.
For you and for me,
How will it win?
how will we gain?
Or are we in for a future of pain?

It lies quiet for months beneath the skin,
A sleeping ledger, 
(a paper-thin grin)
It rolls through the backups, 
(it learns the names)

Then on trigger day it lights the flame.
Our Politicians - have they no shame?
Payments stall like a winter bus,
Health rooms empty, the counters rust.
Borders slow, the gates come down,
A little black code, a paper crown.

Your Q.R. code is about to explode,
Digital I.D. is up the spout,
You're not allowed in
You're not allowed out!

Centralise failure — one hole in the sky,
We trade our passports for the promise of “why”.
Centralise failure — we’re freezing in line,
Waiting for a ransom, waiting for time!

Your Q.R. code is about to explode,
Digital I.D. is up the spout,
You're not allowed in
You're not allowed out!

They say it’s safer, neat and clean,
A single thumbprint to rule machines.
But it will punish the elderly, the poor,
Anyone who’s offline, you're out the door!

Hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey

Payments fail. 
Benefits stall. 
Citizens held for a code.
Function creep is certain. 
Login becomes control.
A social credit by stealth — the machine takes the soul.

A register breathes in the dark,
A single point of failure — a single spark.
Do not fall for the pitch, the salesman smiles,
Monday was a funeral — tomorrow's files.

Digital ID

Up at three, no sleep, airport queue,  
Union Jack shorts, what else to do?  
Plastic pint at the gate, cheap lager haze,  
Chanting songs from the glory days.  

"Get it down ya!" — yeah, what a laugh,  
Half a brain in a two-pint glass,  
Sunburnt pride and a football chant,  
'Til they're pukin' up their lager grant.  
  
It's the English Disease!  
No cure, no peace,  
Raise a glass, lose your keys,  
It's the English Disease!  
Can't walk, can't speak,  
But they're "living the dream,"  
A nation drunk on its own esteem.  

On the flight, they're king and clown,  
Crew duck low when the beer goes down,  
Screaming "lads! lads! lads!" — tribal call,  
Benidorm waits for the great downfall.  

"Who needs culture, mate? We've got booze!"  
Another round, another fuse,  
They're flying the flag in their neon vests,  
Drunk history, in a stringer vest.  

It's the English Disease!  
No cure, no peace,  
Raise a glass, lose your keys,  
It's the English Disease!  
From Gatwick to the Med,  
Brains pickled, eyes red,  
Proud to be the walking dead.  

Doctor says: "It's terminal pride."  
Symptoms: loud voice, vacant eyes.  
Contagious in groups of five or more,  
Spreads fastest through airport doors.  

Oi! Oi! Oi! Get it down ya!  
Oi! Oi! Oi! Sunburn's crown ya!  
Oi! Oi! Oi! Cheap flight, big shame!  
Oi! Oi! Oi! Same old game!  

It's the English Disease!  
No class, no grace,  
Just a nation off its face!  
It's the English Disease!  
From pub to plane to beach to fight,  
They'll drink the dark before the light.  

"Welcome to Alicante, lads."  

The English Disease

oh, my love
My friend you know
it's been a while
Without thinking of you
but the thought makes me smile

I'm so tired of wanting
wanting more than this
i know it but what am i to do
i need some space to breathe,
so give me some room

oh, my love
you have a heart of stone
cause since i've come home
i've never felt so alone
but the thought makes me smile

oh, my love
you have a heart of stone
cause since i've come home...

oh, my love
you have a heart of stone
cause since i've come home
i've never felt so alone
but the thought makes me smile

oh, my love
you're coming with me
I know you'll leave me one day
can you just stay till Monday
the thought makes me smile

I'm so tired of wanting
wanting more than this
I know you'll leave me one day
can you just stay till Monday
the thought makes me smile

I'm so tired of wanting
wanting more than this
I know you'll leave me one day
can you just stay till Monday
the thought makes me smile

So good
Smile

Wanting More

oh, oh yeahhhh, yeah, yeah!
Turn it up!
Let's go!

Turn it up! 
Feel the sound! 
We don’t stop!
  
Hey! Hey! 
Hey! Hey!
We are the fire, 
we take your soul,  

Hey! Hey! 
Shake the ground!
Feel the sound!
Turn it up!

Break the chain!
Run it loud! 
Take the night!
Scream it proud! 

Hey! Hey! 
Hey! Hey!
We are the fire, 
we take your soul,  
Hey! Hey! 
Turn it up!
Turn it up!

Turn It Up!

Racing hearts, the night ignites,
Chasing sparks, we burn so bright.
Every second slips away,
But I don’t care, I want to stay.

Lose control, we’re running wild,
Shouting loud like reckless child.
Feel the fire, let it roll,
We’re alive, we lose control.

Turn it louder, break the chain,
Drown the silence, kill the pain.
Nothing’s holding, nothing’s planned,
Take my hand, we’ll make a stand.

Lose control, we’re running wild,
Shouting loud like reckless child.
Feel the fire, let it roll,
We’re alive, we lose control

Lose Control

This is a remix-master of a song about those who are abusing their positions in society . 

The 21st Century Pillars of Society

Originally from the Wirral (OMD land!), I now live in London. Almost all of my career was in IT, Project Management and lack of time and technology meant I never really pursued a music career. The lockdown and technology advances have meant I could teach myself and learn to compose songs. I don’t like to stick to one genre but rather try and ‘parody’ styles. Some melodies have been in my head for years and in some cases words have changed over the years. My aim is really to creat a ‘potpourri’ of sounds such that someone somewhere will enjoy something on here!!!!

I also create videos for my songs and for other artists . Same name on YouTube. 

If anyone likes a song/instrumental enough to want to use it (even if it means re-recording it yourself) feel free to contact me here. 

Stay safe. 

Mal

I am a songwriter first so if you think any track is your killer breakthrough let me know. Like playing bass, love arranging and mixing, although while I know my own Cubase set up I am not yet as comfortable in a studio...

I do open mics from time to time. Just written and performed a few songs for a friend's wedding. That was fun.

Solo Band, (sounds better than One-Man Band)...Meet the "band" here... http://youtu.be/2y1XbeCcKVc 
Songwriter heavily influenced by British Pop/Rock/Punk of the 80s-90s, and the Electronica/New Wave sounds of the 80s. All songs are written and performed by me - except for the few covers that I have obviously not written. Contact me at shippa63@gmail.com. Have a listen and let me know your honest opinions. Check out all of the albums, EPs and random singles available on Bandcamp via https://shppa-63.bandcamp.com/

A family collective indie soulful folk blues band.

MUSIC AS A FORM OF RETALIATION AGAINST INDUSTRIAL STAGNANCE

Strange as it may seem, music is created for other reasons than making a living. For many of us it is a way of staying interested in a life that is fraught with disappointment and otherwise encumbered with obstructions to contentment. Some have asked me why I don't create music that is more accessible, with potential for popular appeal. I'll consider that whenever it seems there is a shortage of such. For now, I focus on other sorts of potentials. Not much point in spending valuable time attempting popularity through imitation, and trying to do that better than others.

🎹🎹Tens of thousands of plays across internet radio and featured on the BBC! I create music as the mood takes me, which way it goes I never know until it is completed.
😎 A BIG thankyou for the follows, listens, and comments - it is all really appreciated!

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