For the Soundcloud peeps, apologies, after a long hiatus I'm going to start spamming you with songs as I'm once again embarking on FAWM (February Album Writing Month). I can't recommend it highly enough if you're a songwriter, it's simply the best part of my year!


LYRICS

There is no good news anymore
Only horror piled on endless horror
I can’t lift my eyes up off the floor
To take in this hellscape by Goya
My brain shuts down
I can’t hear the sound
Of the stoney-faced woman on my TV

And I want to believe that there’s love in this world
I want to believe that there’s good in my soul
But looking at what’s going on
I ask myself can someone good be so numb?

I make my round of charitable donations
But it never really feels enough to me
Marching past the young charity workers
Pretend I’ve got an urgent place I gotta be
‘Cause my heart can’t cope
In this vacuum of hope
I just stare into the middle distance

And I want to believe that there’s love in this world
I want to believe that there’s good in my soul
But looking at what’s going on
I ask myself can someone good be so numb?

And my brain shuts down
I can’t hear the sound
Of the stoney-faced woman on my TV

And I want to believe that there’s love in this world
I want to believe that there’s good in my soul
But looking at what’s going on
I ask myself can someone good be so numb?

Can someone good be so numb?
Can someone good be so numb?

Numb

Written by Fat Pockets
Lead and acoustic guitar - Greg Medeiros / @thegchyld
Everything else - Fat Pockets / @fatpockets

Mixed and mastered by Fat Pockets.

This is a Mega Royal production.

Man Like Me

As humans we all react differently to stories and images. I watched this video story yesterday https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDbmCOqaVTo&t=3s
which cased a strong visceral reaction in me. The story a very sad one about the short life of a young man Shaban al-Dalu who lost his life in Gaza a few days ago. The image at the end of him dying in flames with arms raised in his tent is one of the saddest visual images I have ever seen. This fire caused by a bomb also took the life of his mother and his brother as well , prompted me to write this song for Shaban. I have become disillusioned with the world in general as many of us ,not all, have become numb to the pain and suffering of others because of our belief systems. It just seems like it only matters when some sort of tragedy affects us directly........  Sha’ban al-Dalou burned alive before the world. May his death awaken us  https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2024/oct/17/shaban-al-dalou-burned-alive-israel-gaza

Lyrics

Underneath the smoke-filled skies
Screams of sadness and violence in the air
Many walk the road of empty promises
Where no one seems to care
They once had dreams
Flowing through their minds
But now they’re just memories
Lost in what seems like forever

Pictures used to hang on the walls of destruction
Frames of loving family memories
That told a thousand tales
Of laughter and dreams that used to be
Now they wander through desolation
Looking for food to eat and water to drink
Chasing memories that now seem so long ago
Wondering souls, they have now become

Where dreams go to die
It's where hope no longer exists
A desolate landscape of shadows
Of death and destruction
Where dreams go to die
Just trying to survive
In such a sad and miserable place
Stealing their souls, their hearts and minds  

 In this darkness, not so long ago
A young man died in the flames
Suffering and screaming
As he lay in his bed
Dreaming of a future life
In a place where dreams die
This sad and violent night
Took his life, it took his life

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk Copyright 2024
Mastering and Production by Tom Hanson

Where Dreams Go to Die (Remaster)

The Bones Of Our Hometown

Too Smooth - Juice

DENIAL </3 (demo)

It's Already Done (Ft. Michael Lacroix and MC Norad)

It’s not played perfectly, recorded perfectly, mixed perfectly or mastered perfectly, but perfection is not what I’m after.  If I’m happy with it I’ll post it.  If I’m bored of it I’ll post it.

The Bones Of Our Hometown

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