The wrong song club

ok so clown cloud limits playlists to 500 tracks! Human playlist 2 here. Shade Structure opens proceedings with a funny gem

Human Confirmed Part Deaux

Even later in 2025 Playlist

Mac ,music , lyrics , vocals 
Scotty , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics vocals

Hello and welcome back once again 
I used to be harmful now I’m just Shane 
I know what your thinking, terrible name 
Bang on the level with a Wayne or Dwayne again
I’m waffling , selling it as steak when I’ve snuck a lot of offal in
I’m throttling it up but still i’m filling it with fluff
Like some new cool teddy bear or tragic old school muff
It’s enough to grind your gears 
Always banging on in song about my probalems and my fears
It’s been the same for years
Fames the aim then tears
Till maccy b and Scotty clipped me hard behind the ears
They said “mate it’s like this int it””
“Even if the prize is piss it’d still be nice to win it “
“We know that you’ll jump ship but help us to begin it
Fuck it that’s enough thats gotta be a 
minute

It was just an idea a short while ago
Bouncing sounds of these two blokes I know
We may be scallies ,not fit for glue
Bringing our falsetto highs to you

Well, it's the one man verity show,
some of you know me better as Scotty.
And, I make sloppy
hasty home recordings every time that life has got me
feelin' fuckered up, and I assure you that's a lot. See,
by nature, I am naughty, and sometimes there's no dodging
a frenzied floozie that wants to field my caber tossing.
But, no, that is not me. Not anymore.
I'd rather be alone on the beach or front porch
or behind closed doors. Shut them out and ignore.
Plug in and play, fuck around and explore
to the sounds that my mates send me weekly, or more.
I live for this shit, even if the pay is poor.
So, mates, gimme more. For this group, I'm a such a whore.
And soon, with more tunes, we'll be in the i-store
collecting cyber dust as I trust we'll be deplored
by the superficial cunts who love the shit that makes me snore.
Zzzzzz

I love peace but I’m an architect of noise
In this musical sandwich with these two boys
Lincolnshire loafers, Canadian filling
Bodies broke but our minds are still willing
Could be here one minute the next we’re gone
So far so good , three heads better than one
So cheers for listening
You know that I’m ending this shit because it’s checkout time
Goodbye

Hot Scotty sandwich

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

Well  I’m confused about the modern world, am I hero or villain?
Will the things my daddy taught me leave me in a cell just chilling
Well I’m willing to accept the change as long as daddy gets the blame
Cos I don’t even like the name he gave me
Now I don’t deal with stress that well
It should be daddy in this cell
And if he really loved me then he’d save me
I think that’s the size of this modern life , it’s never at my door
And I feign surprise at all the new lies I swear he’s heard before
Daddy tell em , tell em quick , tell em where you heard that shit
Before they nail my nutsacks to the floor
And I’m only 44
Could you please tell em for me that it’s been your reflected glory that I’ve been far too busy basking in
And from your hearts repository maybe rewrite my history
Tell em how much mummy loved her gin
So come on daddy step up and take the blame 
Don’t it break your heart to see me crying again 

Music and lyrics by Shane

Dads fault

Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals 

True, I'm still in love with you
despite all the bullshit that we have been through.
Even though our hearts have been torn in two,
we can grow, be strong, and build atop the ruins. 
You know you're worth every ounce of fight I've got left in me and I can't try to rest knowing that I won't sleep until this is right. So, pick up and fight for this, darling. True love is calling. And if you are willing, we could be happy together a lifetime. But, is it worth it?

Don’t listen to his hippie shit 
If your your looking for the king of love it’s gotta be a brit
And I think I might be it
Or at least a little bit
I don’t know if you’ve heard about me ?I’m quite exotic , tall  and swarthy and more sensitive than most
And have you ever heard of Byron ?cos I’ve spent half of my life trying to resurrect his ghost
It makes me more adept to understand the fairer sex
Let me take you home 
Cos baby there’s been something I been meaning to tell you
The smiles you give to him are causing pure living hell to  my heart
Oh let’s not start that shit 
I’ll just regret it
And I know you know that my loves the strongest 
Probably cos I keep going on for the longest 
But Christ 
I’m so fucking nice
And yeah true love is calling
But I’m singing softly 
It might be worth stalling 
Cos true love is costly

So what is true love if it ain’t true at all ?
Is it calling?

Every ounce of fight

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

you can watch this jam here https://youtube.com/shorts/9d1VvIF2iUQ?si=VnRRu9WwyCEdthqf

random jam with Matt 02

This started with a very beautiful piano piece by Tom, then advanced by Jussi’s great electric guitar lead. I added an imagined lyric about someone not being able to commit to a relationship and the song was completed by Boon’s excellent acoustic guitar work. Thanks to all for their wonderful contributions. Thanks everyone for giving this a listen. Much appreciated by us all. 

Desamor by Tom Régnier, Jussi Welin, Boon Suzuki and Mark J Bennett

There’s an absence in my life, 
Perhaps of my own device. 
An awkward independence, 
Rendered me unable to share,
 My life with any other. 
Desamor, Desamor

There’s an absence in my life,
 Desamor, Desamor 
An awkward independence,
 Left me unable to share.
 Desamor, Desamor
 Keeping a distance from love and affection, 
Forbidding myself that joy.

There’s an absence in my life,
 Desamor, Desamor

Keeping a distance from love and affection, 
 Forbidding myself that joy.
 Desamor, Desamor

Desamor - Tom Régnier, Jussi Welin, Boon Suzuki & Mark J Bennett

Mac ; music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty ; lyrics , vocals
Shane ; lyrics , vocals
Backing vocals and pretend robotics ; mr and mrs harmful 


I can’t be scared of modern day ai 
Cos daddy said don’t be afraid of things that cannot cry

Cos them robotic minds somewhere deep inside 
Will never feel the difference between jealousy and pride
Or fathom out the fashions of the secrets that we hide
But I’m so alive , I can fantasise 
I can disbelieve what’s before my eyes
But I won’t prophesies demise
Because prophets love to lie
And I’m too busy getting high
That’s where I find the fire
Unless we’re blind to the light 
There ain’t no need to fight
Cos it’s impossible to die
If we’ve never been alive

I can’t be scared of modern day Ai
Cos daddy said don’t be afraid of things that cannot cry 

I'm not convinced there's skill in prompts
that generate soulless and gaunt
emotions that fall short of what is human.
Such foolish sheep ingesting these
false imitations of beliefs,
experiences not achieved, nor numen. 
And it's plumin' smoke into the air,
unnatural, how do they dare
pollute our world without a care for people?
Why can't we all accept, make peace
that perfection is out of reach
and we are ours, flaws, all, unique, yet equals.
 
Oh Ai 
My my

Ai oh my

I love this time of year when the light seems to play on the floors.  It's just a peaceful thing I notice.  Certainly not earthshaking, but lovely.
Thank you to David Dunham for his friendship and his unending help in mastering my piano tracks.
@david-dunhamuser589535203

The Evening Light

When Love begins

This is the last renovation of several songs I wrote some years back and recorded with Roger Stankovic (https://soundcloud.com/roger-stankovic), who did the lead vocals. Started as a basic piano and vocals track, but I took it down and added some new elements. Very happy with Roger's amazing work on this! Harmonies, moi, and Jen DB.

Falling Sands

Mac; music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty; lyrics , vocals , bv’s
Shane; lyrics , vocals , bv’s

Tonight the tone of our lives came together 
the audience looked on as we began to fall into place 
never before have things felt like this 
knew it’s something we’d miss once the house lights hit the atmospheric air 
here and now I won’t let go nobody knows how it goes after the show

The show's been over for me
since I've failed to believe in myself.
Although it flows, extraordinary,
and wails when I receive the wealth
of gifts given to me naturally.
Yet why am I still the man that I see
in the mirror.
It's no clearer when I release
all these demons from deep within me.
Fucking shit that I cannot speak 
in my real life.
All the real strife that buries a man.
Lost in his mind.

These days I find the only show I’ve got is off
The only afterglow I know is shone below by botty docs
It’s all bullshit and lollipops 
So I’ll go full tilt until it stops
Cos we only get one lifetime boys to define our noise 
And its the right time boys to rewrite our voice 
It’s the night time boys better like our choice
It’s a shite time boys let your mind rejoice

At all the daft revolting facts 
That we can laugh like wankers at
So maybe that’s enough of that
Oooh

Showbysmal

some variations from Jacques Lemaire upon a theme by Marco Lucchi

Jacques Lemaire & Marco Lucchi - wallpaper music n*1 [variations]

Magnetic Triangle (Beyond the Noise)

Hi , we’re Mac , Scotty and Shane and we’re alright if you like that type of thing

Find Mac here : https://on.soundcloud.com/ykKOMJaT5S08shXQ2x

And Scotty here : https://on.soundcloud.com/CLSShQ7jOlAo9gXH6h

And me in random hedge bottoms