A song about taking the wrong road, and the need to get back home. Candy Sweetnuss on lead vocals.
LYRICS
I should be there with the sun on my shoulder
holding on to all thats close to me
Instead Im here, drowning in starlight
thinking how it was supposed to be
Sometimes the road to somewhere is still the wrong way to go
Some days seem to last forever. How is my heart to know?
Light pools on a rainy sidewalk
I still cant see the road ahead
A sign reminds me of the days that Ive wasted
It seems like all the lights are turning red
Sometimes the road to somewhere...

The Tequila Monday Project

Road To Somewhere

Action Bronson

Bringing our own brand of new classic rock

Warzone

There's a castle that stands,
on a hill, above the sands,
while the people below,
hatch some plans. 
Though the fields and the trees,
are packed with stupidity.
Might be you, could be me,
naturally.

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

As the castle looks down,
ashen faced, in the town, 
oh, the people they frown,
looking down.
And they never glance up,
at these rocks they've piled above, 
piled for years, piled with tears,
piled with love. 

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

The castle surrounds, 
a cliff top, above the town, 
seabirds cry,
as they circle around 
Control has no bounds,
like a face in the clouds,
looking down at the state of the town. 

And what will we be?
for one thing, we're not free.

There's a castle, 
which watches, 
you go.

Castles

All the world turns, pretty slowly,
burning rock burns, ever lonely.
Filled with ear worms,
travel on through the cold. 

There's a low hill, sat there pointing,
t'ward the land fill, sending warnings.
Always           blank space, 
worrying at his worth. 

Oh, he can't wait,
to hide away in his home,
and there's no way,
That he can look up and go.
what a show. 

He can't slow down, enjoy the moment,
see the universe, just exploding.
All the stars burn, blaze their paths
in the sky. 

Oh, what a feeling, at the edge of sanity.
You'd push it, but this snide has vanity,
defences, he keeps up 
just make sure. 

Oh, he can't hope,
his life is passing him by,
and he wouldn't know,
if it hit him in the eye.
from the sky. 

Whilst the sky shows up in circles,
and the colours expose, through the whirlpools,
there's a life force you can not put into words. 

He can't appreciate what he's seeing.
Trapped for too long, he's lost all reason.
So he hides away,
and tries to keep you down low.

Oh, he won't learn,
the sword stuck fast in the stone,
though his mind yearns,
he'd rather sit on his own,
all alone.



Lost Souls Dreaming

Winter Heart

Since I can remember there's always been an invisible force looking to help me. First there was Santa Claus watching me from some strange Polar Vortex and then handing out rewards based on behavior. Then there were hidden school records and transcripts that could harm or help and followed you around for life.  There was God, who was invisibly working behind the scenes and would hopefully show up if things want way south. There were credit scores and corporate evaluations.  There were talent scouts that would be supposedly lurking in the audience during live shows.  Always large invisible forces deciding your fate.
So why not a huge invisible hand that one could call on to lift them up above all the other invisibe forces.   An invisible hand that could lend a hand to the average man.  The Invisible Hand is Coming to Set You Free.

The Invisible Hand

A piano Waltz
Composed, and performed by Bassel Hajj Chehade.
Mixed and mastered by Nadjib Gamoura.

Little Waltz

All the song was recorded with free orchestral libraries. #spitfireaudio #bbcsymphonyorchestradiscover and others 

H.P. Lovecraft´s At The Mountains Of Madness

When will we paint our Masterpiece take 144

Very old project who needs of vocals.                                                                                    Music, recording, mixing and mastering by me.
Artwork by bck_Visuals
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Forget (Instrumental Version)

Summoning the legendary spirits of the past, TCR now carries the torch for countless artists who shaped the world of Rock, Blues, Funk, and Soul. The Atlanta trio is united by inspiration, energy, grit, and an undying love for one another and the process of creating songs they believe in. Passion leaks with each note into every aspect of their music from the studio to the stage.

Action Bronson

Tiger County Regulators