Very nice song. Great work. Nice guitar. Great band!

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Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (@a7-recording-studio, www.a7recordingstudio.com)
Produced by Blaž Pavšič
Bass by Peter Beznec (https://www.facebook.com/peter.beznec)

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Top Dog'
KNO❌
Knox: The Beatmaker
K.T.B. Studios
Copyright 2013
2023

Top Dog

Top Dog' (Prod By. KNO❌)

Peace Of Mind

No Regrets

Station 10 by John Hardman
Song written & produced by John Hardman
John - vocals, guitars, piano
Rob Boughton - EMS synth & backup vocals
(c)(p) 2024 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories
Artwork - Tristan Greatrex

Station 10 - John Hardman

Lyrics:
Godless, I couldn't see it 'till the fall
'Till the flames came, the stars dropped
I collapse from Heaven to Hell
Hamiel, you taught me much
But I can't clean this city alone
Without my wings, without guidance
This guardian angel needs his guard
I never noticed, these streets run red
With every sinner's brand new kill
On every hill, another noose
Another crucifixion scene
I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
"They were, my ward, this sin is new,
I suppose he's set your final task"

Could've sworn
Could've could've could've could've 
Could've sworn
Could've sworn
Could've could've could've could've 
Could've sworn Could've sworn
Sworn

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

I said to Hamiel "we need to get back"
But the whites in his eyes
Had faded to black
"You must stay in this city, it's still yours to protect"
So I did as he said, as fast as he came he left

A wise old man, hung his cat from a tree
His eyes were blank
He said the devil made him do it
A girl murders her friend one night
Snuck in, drew from blood a sigil
Her eye had faded to a deep red
I showered her torment in vision
She repented

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

"Who did this to you"
"He wore a thousand faces.
There was beauty in his eyes.
But soon it faded."

"Hamiel, so" now I scream to the heavens
"Is this what you call love?
Is this what you call protection?"
"I never promised to save this feeble race,
You were a part of the plan,
Now for the night of judgement"
Strike me down
The clouds turned red
Yom HaDin
The sky opened up

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

There, stood in the wreckage
With tattered wings and body red
The face of ages, the lord of flames
Samiel
Hamiel approached without caution
They embraced each other
Like long lost friends
And with their hands held together
They ascended into Heaven
Then they grabbed me by the throat
And dragged me as high as they could go
They held me there, and made me watch
As my home turned to ash
I fought their grip, even if I'd fall
I wouldn't go down like this
I said "Hamiel, what happened here?
What happened to the good we'd do?"
I saw a change in his eyes
His blacks faded blacks to whites
He looked at me, then Samiel
Then Heaven, half in dust
As fast as sound, he grabbed Samiel
And dragged him to the ground
He choked him on the city hall steps
They pavement shook at magnitude eight
A cloud of dust shrouded them
But I could hear every cut
When the dust settled, the sky was blue
And there was only
Wings and bones.

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came

I could've sworn that just last week
These graves were flower beds
I couldn't see it 'till the fall
This town is godless
The flames came, stars dropped

BABYLON TERRACE

Lyrics:
(We haven't met yet)
(We haven't met yet)

That bridge in the fog
Through the clouds it peaks
To meet another friend
That will not speak
The iron clad wall that climbs familial faces
Reeks a sense of nostalgia
But we haven't met yet

(We haven't met yet)
(We haven't met yet)

Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home
I lost count of my demons but they know me by name
I'll walk thirty miles instead alone
I feel dirty and I feel insane

You don't know the words or the means, yet speak
Like the friends in masks who claim identities meet
The iron clad wall that climbs familial faces
Reeks a sense of nostalgia
But we haven't met yet
Dead eyes staring off right into the chasm
Remembering every last chance, every regret
The people who wronged me and the people I wrong
Hit it, I've got to hit it

That bridge in the fog
Through the clouds it peaks
To meet another friend
That will not speak
The iron clad wall that climbs familial faces
Reeks a sense of nostalgia
But we haven't met

Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home
I lost count of my demons but they know me by name
I'll walk thirty miles instead alone
I feel dirty and I feel insane

(Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home)
(I lost count of my demons but they know me by name)
(I'll walk thirty miles instead alone)
(I feel dirty and I feel insane)

So many contradictions, I can't comprehend excitement
Am I shaking from anxiety or passion?
I can't support the people or the message or the actions
But this chance is a once in a lifetime
I'm convinced we're falling out
From a single messy night
And a minute change in your voice
I know that it's the demons putting the thoughts in my head
But it happened before, why can't it happen again?
So many contradictions, I can't comprehend excitement
Am I shaking from anxiety or passion?
I can't support the people or the message or the actions
But this chance
This chance is a once in a life.

Bleeding hemorrhages on travels home
I lost count of my demons but they know me by name
I'll walk thirty miles instead alone
I feel dirty and I feel insane

ANACHRONIST

"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]

So Who's Who?

Scattered

Last november (demo)

This is a protest song.  In no way is this a manifesto, nor am I to be considered a threat to act with an measure of violence beyond or representative of the words in this song.  I am a peaceful person who vehemently detests Trump, his administration, and everything that he does.  I appreciate the people who support him, I just don't support what they believe, and wholeheartedly feel that this country is a far worse and more dangerous place with Trump as president.  He sows the seeds of fear, hate, and everything that this country has been trying to mature beyond.  Clearly, to him, "Make America Great Again" simply means to make it white and make it male!  F Trump and F anyone who supports his ignorant policies!  Again, not a threat, just a pissed off songwriter who needed to say something!


I Might

Intro Chord: Bf > B > Bf > B 
Intro Melody:  Bf > A > G > F > Af > G > F > Ef

Verse 1:
(Bf) These politicians are (B) driving the train
Straight off the cliff, they don’t hesitate
Gather us up and they place us in chains
Care more for their power, this narcissist’s power

(Bf) Will they never learn, (B) how can they not see
It’s never enough, justifying their greed
Both sides of their mouth, you can never believe
Don’t trust in these fools, beware of their sheep
 
Pre-Chorus:
(C#) We are, in our (D) darkest hour
(C#) Cry freedom, from the (D) bigots and fear

Chorus:
(E)	I might, try to (F) take back the power
(E) I might, raise my fist (F) in the air

Verse 2:
No strength found in numbers.  They’re pounding their chests
Roots take to the promise that the beast knows what’s best
Can you see what is coming, getting harder to breathe
45, 47, wears his hate on his sleeve

From up in his castle, the king on his throne
Protecting his fortune, picks his teeth with our bones
To our last breath, with it our democracy
Resisting the tyrant, we must resist his lunacy

Pre-Chorus:
(C#) We are, in our (D) darkest hour
(C#) Cry freedom, from the (D) bigots and fear

Chorus:
(E)	I might, try to (F) take back the power
(E) I might, raise my fist (F) in the air


Bridge Verse 1
(am) I’m just (EM) trying to live my (F) life (C) (em7b6)
(am) You’ll never control (EM) my mind
(F)	You’re just a puppet with the (CM) power (em7b6) to decide

Just another 3 inches to the right
A civil war to be xenophobe free
Not my president, don’t represent me

Bridge Chorus
(F)	You got an expiration (E) date
(F) I’m declaring Independence from (E) intolerance and hate
(F) No place for despotism in the (E) USA
(F) Your fascist agenda is an (E) ideocracy

Bridge Verse 2
I’m just trying to do things right
Deportations and tariffs are a ludicrous decree
Firing national security agents who refuse to bend the knee
The earth is just trying to survive
But you’re drill baby drill, want to gut protected lands
You’re gonna get us all killed, you’ve got our blood on your hands

Bridge Chorus
You got an expiration date
I’m declaring Independence from intolerance and hate
No place for despotism in the USA
Your fascist agenda is an ideocracy

Pre-Chorus:
(C#) We are, in our (D) darkest hour
(C#) Cry freedom, from the (D) bigots and fear

Chorus:
(E)	I might, try to (F) take back the power
(E) I might, raise my fist (F) in the air


From the Declaration of Independence

Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly, all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.



I MIGHT

*slow dancing with wolves
*I found one who howls only in Db and a pack  who howl  exclusively  in F and 
  put this together for them 
* no autotune !

Midnight

i dont wanna be seperate
it hurts too much

i need to wake up yeah i need to wake up
im trapped inside a cage that i helped make up
and every where i turn's another mirror
i need to figure out who is the seeker

i need to wake up yeah i need to wake up
im trapped inside a cage that i helped make up

every thought will test my grip

Cujo - THERE WAS NEVER TWO (prod. $anti)

new album: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/from-here-to-everywhere

From Here To Everywhere

I love amphibians and have an affinity for fried okra, loud guitars, and sick beats. expedition 33 and port wine are my thing at the moment, along with a glass of ouzo and rise of the ronin.

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