Remaster by John Hardman of One Day In Time by Beats Working.
Rock song written, arranged & produced by JH. Original version on their Electroman album.
Guitar & vocals - John

(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Electroman

One Day In Time

One Day In Time - Beats Working - Remaster 2022

Time Drifter

Drums: Mateusz 'Mat' Melanowski
Lyrics & Vocals : Mauro Elias
Written by/ Guitars/ Bass/ Keys/ Production : Me!
Mastered by Marvin@Tidestudio

Lyrics:

I’m a drifter, lost in time,
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry

Falling in 
my own thoughts

The clock ticks slow, shadows cling
Moments stretch, they sting
Yesterday grips, won’t let go
A heavy weight I’ve come to know

Through dark halls, I wander blind
Ghosts of failures fill my mind
Each step drags, pulling me back
Lost in the past’s endless track

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

Fragments scatter, torn apart
Guilt like poison fills my heart
I chase the light, but shadows stay
Time keeps laughing, I’m its prey

Every second, a heavy chain
Tied to moments filled with pain
But through the cracks, I’ll find my way
I’ll shatter time and seize the day

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

I walk through time, no tether, no line
Moments blur, no reason, no rhyme
A fleeting glimpse, a fading spark
The future whispers, crying for the past

The clock still ticks, but I am free
No more shadows haunting me
No longer lost, I’ve claimed my way
The past is gone, I own today

Time Drifter

What Else To Write

So that’s the last track of “And The Moon Rose Over an Open Field” and probably the last album I will do, again thanks a lot for tuning in with me. 

I know the 5th album isn’t as successful as “Simple Potential or Shamrock” but I’m glad how it came out nonetheless. 

So yeah…. What’s next after that ? 
Well… I may release some singles time after time but I don’t really have interest No more…. As a matter of fact… something just… it’s complicated to explain, I’m not feeling ok

Leaning on White Bricks

this is a new tune without any distortion on the guitars. In use is a Bc Rich Mockinbird and a Marshall MGFX head.

recorded in March of 2025.

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/hands-of-time

still feeling guilty and helpless
sometimes

you deserved so much better than what you 
got in the end
still feeling guilty and helpless
sometimes

I should have been with you
and stopped what was happening
but I´m still your seed
I´m still your heir

If only I could
turn back the hands of Time
I hope you are waiting 
on the other side

still feeling guilty
and helpless sometimes

I regret to have left
I regret I wasn´t there
but I´m still your seed
I´m still your heir

I should have been there 
and stopped what was happening
when I was in need
you were always there

If only I could turn back the hands
of Time
I hope you are waiting on the other side.

Hands of Time

I haven't slept these last four days
I turn around your house Jenny.
We used to live there back in the days
Before you dumped me at the end of may

What have I done? We were happy
I used to think so Few months ago
And suddenly, all went crazy 
You stopped loving me. Why is that Jenny?

Between two bars, I walk slowly
I don't go straight. I'm so loaded.
I stopped crying this Saturday
When I saw you laughing with him 

What have I done? We were happy
I used to think so few months ago
And suddenly, all went crazy 
You stopped loving me. Why is that Jenny?

I'm so lonely. I miss you Jenny.
What have I done, to be treated this way
If you come back, I'll change really
What have I done? We were happy

I haven't slept these last four days
I turn around your house Jenny.
I see the light through your curtains
And I cry now. This is the end.

What Have I Done?

dazy digressions

An instrumental track using the sound of classical instruments like strings, bassoon and clarinet. The beautiful image is by xes from Medellin, Colombia (https://pixabay.com/users/by_xez-29626582/).

Thank you very much for sharing, xes!

La Tristesse Qui Fait Mal

[Verse 1]
There was a boy who loved the diamond
Glove in hand and dreamin big
Oldest son of seven children
In a house that barely fit

Two big sisters watched him try
Little brothers by his side
Wore thick glasses chubby cheeks
But he played with all his pride

[Verse 2]
He didn’t make the A team
No cheers or hometown fame
Played on that dusty lower field
But he still loved the game

While his little brother shined with ease
A natural through and through
He kept his nose down in the dirt
With every throw he grew

[Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
Slow at first but gaining speed
From the dugout to the end zone
Chasing every dream he'd need

[Verse 3]
In junior high he hit his stride
Grew tall and tough and fast
Football track and Babe Ruth ball
His shadow finally passed

Friday nights under the lights
He made the crowd stand tall
A chubby kid turned running back
The hero with the ball

[Verse 4]
But the younger one got lost out there
The bright light faded quick
Found trouble in a cigarette
And darkness in a fix

[Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
With bruises scars and grace
Not chasing cheers but something more
His own steady pace

And when his brother stumbled hard
He didn’t run away
Big brother stood behind him
Like he always did those plays

[Bridge]
Now silver streaks his hair
Like chalk lines on the field
Memories in the bleachers
Of the love that time revealed

[Final Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
From the shadows to the sun
Turned hardship into victory
Never left the job half done

And though the years have slowed him down
His heart still makes the play
Big brother’s still the hero
At the end of every day

[Outro]
Yeah he’s still takin care of number two
Just like he always planned
With a steady heart and wrinkled hands
Big brother’s still the man

The Bases of his Life

Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/02PDO44GYjPQo0V8dFOeKk?si=j_qSmI1AROKGo4xk9aMtlQ

La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Cover of Me Vs Your Friends by The Flat Stanleys

What Have I Done?

The Fall of Saigon