some brilliant instrumentation. Real cool [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

A very interesting vocal woek and a neat production. Bravo !

Beautiful song...I really like the multiple voices as well as the guitar tone(s). Very nicely done! ✌🏻

I like the vocal harmonies a lot [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

Very clever, thoughtful lyrics, Well sung, recorded and produced - well done !

Love what you're doing, man. Real inspiring.

Very clean guitar, hope it is a real one. Wonderful Main and supportive voice. What’s really nice here is he use of different notes between the voices. This is always interesting. Awesome work together with The Welton Shipwreck. Nicely done.

"Interstate Dreamin"

and i dont know where i should begin
infinite space now, goin to the race now,
i dont know where I...where to begin,
infinite space now, going to the race now,
i can see that it's raining in your head,
and I will go down and I will 
i can see that it's raining in your head,
and i will go down and i will go out with you.

Artwork Taylor Gonzales

InFinite Space

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In.Finite Space

[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]

Sha-zzam
Boom-boom-boom
(Heads up!)
Sha-zzam
Boom-boom-boom-bam
(I’m a riddle!)

Sha-zzam
Guess who I am?
(I keep everyone’s secret)
Sha-zzam
Guess who I am?
(but I’m a riddle, I’m your riddle, so riddle me out)

When you plunged headlong into the lights (into the lights)
that’s when you first cried of not being ready for me.
(better get ready for me)
I sat frail in every one of your classrooms,
my breathing made your teachers unsteady and wobbly.

Been tossed out
a whole lot more than I’ve been carried.
But you can only have me 
either dead or buried!

I'm an easy kill—you can murder me a thousand times.
In the dead of night I’ll crash through your weatherproof doors.
You can bury me and I’ll be good and alive—
I'll sing with the banshees under your floors.

You can have me either dead or buried.
Can’t have me both dead and buried!
You can have me either dead or buried.
No-one’s ever had me both dead and buried.

When they told you the good ones never die (and then what to do)
is when I howled out you should come lookin’ for me.
I laugh sickly but my passage no walls can deny.
My heaving crescent makes confessors flushed and fumbly.

Been crossed out
a whole lot more than married.
But you can only have me
either dead or buried!

You can have me either dead or buried.
You can’t have me both dead and buried.
My harsh embrace makes even sages wary.
No-one’s ever found me both dead and buried.

(dead or, dead or) (buried)
(dead or, dead or, dead or) (buried)

And when you let me pick you up you’ll be confused.
(it works if you’re confused)
I can’t drown the buzz of a billion self-medicatin’ hornets
(self-medicatin’)
But at least your trust will never be abused
(not ever)
like those who turned your vigor into rigor mortis...

Most can take me only dead or buried.
Few can handle neither dead nor buried.
They can flaunt me only dead or buried.
You should want me
though I’m dressed in dread
my garbs all woven in thread
that’s indisputably incredible
and most spectacularly varied

Dead Or Buried (with John Byrne)

Jez Slowe - Vocals & Guitars
Stu Head - Vocals, Guitars & Banjo

Hear more of Stu's work from The Welton Shipwreck at
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He's the baby at every christening

The bride at every white wedding

And the corpse at every

Funeral

He's the lost child on the fairground ride

The misfit toy you left behind

The crying kid at the bus stop

That you know

His eyes are red his blood does clot

He's in the gutter it's time to stop

He knows that he has seen much better days

And his better days have seen much better days

You're the darkness on a sunny day

A little boy that lost his way

And no he can't come out to play

Anymore

He's Jonah and he's Joan of Arc

A broken swing in the local park

And it throws it into stark

Relief for me

He's a shadow on a foggy day

A good intention gone astray

And a kite that's stuck

Up in a tree

He's a broken promise, a broken heart

He bought the horse, forgot the cart

He wrote the end before the start

Of it all

His eyes are red his blood does clot

He's in the gutter it's time to stop

He knows that he has seen much better days

And his better days have seen much better days
"Second Person Singular" by These Guitars Say Sorry appears on the new album "The Lunatic's Gift". 

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Second Person Singular by These Guitars Say Sorry

This track was recorded in 8 hours on a 4-track cassette recorder in October of 1984.

It was played on WLUP FM in Chicago on October 12, 1984 at 6:50 AM.
This was my first recording played on the radio.

RON SNYDER - The Flu Season Blues (Original 1984 Radio Version)

When you're looking for a guide ..look into yourself!

\m/ Love Music and Stay Safe <3

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Ray Of Light

Recorded with my friends in September of 1985.

JOE STORINO - Bass
GREG MICHALSKI - Lead Guitar
RON SNYDER - Drum Machines (auto w/manual)

FUNK JAM (Storino-Michalski-Snyder) Live in 1985

That Is What I Need (Acoustic)

Stompin Ground - Robert Grigg & Combstead

A small tribute to a great band - REO Speedwagon - and to one of our favorite songs.
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Time for Me to Fly (Now streaming on Spotify)

A song about obsession

LYRICS:

Your mind is gone
And you're all alone again
Your time is up and you know
you'll be dining on the crumbs around the plate

My blood will boil
And my temper is a thorn inside my head
All the pain and toil, I know..

Through my anger I cant speak
I'm full of bile, black and bleak
If time allows, I'll write your vows in blood and tears
Across the broken back of me
(I wanna be with her)
She moves into position, I feel the friction, waiting to begin
Her look so sharp it leaves a scar and her eyes reel me in 
I wanna be with her
It's poison served in sultry tones,
and I'm so drunk that many meanings go unknown

Now your mind is gone
And you're all alone again
Oh, your time is up and you know
You'll be dining on the crumbs around the plate

(We're not running for a worthy cause,
We're attracting attention from the corporate whores)

Through my anger I cant speak
I'm full of bile, black and bleak
If time allows, I'll write your vows in blood and tears
On the broken back of me
I'm growing parasites
a new one every night, I feel within
A version of myself I cant control, who deals in sin
Undressed and cold I shed my skin
My honour sold, I wish to God I'd never let her in

I wanna be with her
Across the broken back of me

The Broken Back Of Me

Composer from England, now working in the Pacific Northwest. 

Producing music for soundtrack and gaming: 
Post classical - Jeremias Langsämmer
Post Rock - Laxá
Ambient/Electronic - Siegfried Jünger
Singer Songwriter - These Guitars Say Sorry.

Second Person Singular by These Guitars Say Sorry

TGSS/Jeremias Langsämmer /Siegfried Jünger / Laxá

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