Out In Front - Combstead / Robert Grigg

Oh, don't try that bullshit with me, my dear.
Or I'll be giving you a wave.
Your fantasies are growing out of hand.
Just one more on my list to save.

I'm the one that showed you all the secret ways.
Paths to avoid; how to behave.
You've taken all these gifts that I bestowed on you.
Turned them to something in your brain.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
Because we're only here once.
You don't follow.
Advice (to) say no.
Your first reaction is to plunge.

The path to twisted logic is not paved with gold.
The years of struggle take their toll.
Although I don't excuse the things you've done.
It's hard to dig out of a hole.

A story in your mind is not the same as truth.
A fort that's built on shifting sands.
The tide of time came in and cut you off.
Its waters covered up your lands.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
This is the only chance we get.
(I) don't want to know.
Your problems, though.
And no one's giving you a gett.

A shout from afar.
There's a message you're missing. 
There's are signs coming up.
You should read.
Their letters unopened.
Their warnings unheaded.
In the absence of reason.
You can't breathe.

This is a final reminder.
A notice they're serving.
An advertising campaign on TV. (x2)
The path that you're on.
It's the wrong road you've taken.
The deadly silence in between.
This is the silence in between.

Oh, don't give me that nonsense there's beauty in truth.
You beat the fuckers to the punch.
I've always been a cynic I worry too much.
Won't always get you a free lunch. 

Your mother always told you "we don't hold a grudge".
But, you can't seem to let it go.
She doesn't know you cos you hide it all so well.
Select few people in the know.

Oh, c'est la vie.
Live fast and free?
Only the foolish that stay young.
Forever goes, on through the snow.
You're best placed if you are amongst.
Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
"Will they forgive me in the end?"
Before I go.
A sign to show.
There's certain things that you can't mend.

Caught in the middle.
A crook and a fork in the road.
You took what you wanted.
And never thought to give back some.
To all the people who helped you to make your way up.
All the things that you did trying to make sure that they would say.
"You're okay".
You used your advantage to pull the wool over her eyes.
Never imagining we could see straight through your straight through your lies.
The depths that you'd sink to.
Just to appear to be sound.
It got to the point when nobody wanted you around.
In the town.
A drink in the morning to stop you from wretching means nowt.
It's better to keep it all in than to let all out.
Nobody wants to hear about your childhood you know.
If you won't move on from it, then you won't have any room to grow.
All for show.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach.

A chat with the neighbours upon whom you always impress.
Exacting credentials, oh, you wear your heart on your chest.
"Don't listen to anything anyone says about me".
You say with a grin as you walk to the shop for your beers.
"I'll say cheers"
Nobody's saying that you had it easy you know.
But that doesn't mean that you can just be a bastard and go.
Off on a tangent on any vaguely similar theme.
That makes you look brilliant at least in your mind as you scheme.
In your dreams.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach. [x2]

It's the bitterness seeping out of you in a giant cloud.
What a clown.

It's been so long that it really isn't the same in this town.
In fact things are better now that you are never around.
Like a bad smell that we just couldn't get to go away.
You stay for a week when you promised to stay for a day.
I must say.
You borrowed some money, hoping that you'd find your way home.
Never stopping to think.
Or thanking your folks for the loan.
I don't know what it is but there's just something off with your tone.
A slight whiff of violence.
You're just like a dog with a bone.
A no go.

Narcissistic.
C'est la vie.



C'est la Vie

First Stone - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Mysticum

Incoming

A song about sticking it to the man[nequin] 😐

LYRICS:

The present and the future are hollow
They turn around, expect you to follow
and turn away from who you are

The expectations are just making you nervous
They're paying you well for your service
but the people that you're serving are all just statues and mannequins

All statues and mannequins
It's time to be a man again

But now you're stripped naked like a statue
You're a mannequin
Shop-soiled and face blank
Stiffen up, try to be a man again

Stripped naked like a statue
You're a mannequin
Shop-soiled and face blank
Stiffen up, try to be a man again

One last song before I sleep
It's all I got
One last song before I sleep
It's all I got

Statues and Mannequins

“Dragonfly” is a song written and performed by my friend Crystal...I sang the backing vocals, overdubbed Fender bass, and recorded and mixed it solely on my analog 4-track. I just recently found the master tape in my analog vault and converted it to mp3 in order to share this beautiful track. If you dig it please feel free to comment or repost! Thank you, Tim  🙏🏻✌🏻

Dragonfly (original analog recording Crystal H.)

ALFONSO LLORENTE: ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITARS, BASS, DRUMS, PIANO & SYNTHS

I´m fading out of SC

DREAM PASSAGES

Dream passages show me the way
While life scrolls away with time
Don´t share with whom doesn´t cares
Just dare to hide your affairs
Some folks will cast you aside
Their games are not yours
Just try to stay on your road
As your dreams shows you the way

Sometimes you wish to be old while you´re young
But when you´re old you´ll seek your youth
Time and youth don´t come along
But when time is gone you´ll cry for more
Don´t waste time covering other´s lives
Make your dreams become your time
Freedom comes with old age
Don´t be fooled while you´re young

Don´t fill your life with ghosts
Just try to be yourself
Fulfill your dreams while time is on your side
Don´t be the shadow of your life if you feel old
You belong to the universal dream


Dream passages show me the way
While life scrolls away with time
Don´t share with whom doesn´t cares
Just dare to hide your affairs
Don´t waste time covering other´s lives
Make your dreams come true
Freedom comes with old age
Don´t be fooled again while you´re young
Don´t be fooled again while you´re young
Don´t be fooled again while you´re young

DREAM PASSAGES (Alfonso Llorente)

A song about a girl who won't let you smash:)

CRKD BTCH [demo]

NEVER MIND THE REST

Closet Full of Demons - for sinfonietta.
Duration: 7'
Live Performance: American Modern Ensemble, David Alan Miller, Conductor
Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/composers/robert-paterson/robert-paterson-works/
For More Information: https://robertpaterson.com/closet-full-of-demons

PROGRAM NOTES
As a child, I remember being very afraid of my closet at night. I was sure that scary things were hiding in the back corner and that my closet was really a nighttime portal to a world of demons and monsters. A bracing, horrible dream I had one night as an adult reminded me of these childhood fears and hastened my writing this piece.

What kinds of sounds do demons and monsters make? What would they sound like crammed together in a gargantuan, pitch black, closet at night? I envisioned screaming, chaos, and violent infighting between the creatures. Sometimes these hellish monsters fight amongst themselves, as I would imagine they would do in a sort of morbid, eternal "monster hell," but once in a blue moon they burst out of the closet and start flying around the bedroom in a chaotic free-for-all, cackling and laughing and spitting and drooling, banging into walls and furniture like a bunch of loose, demonic bats.

Technically, this work is a vehicle for exploring a variety of exotic sound possibilities within a large chamber group. I imagine monsters of different shapes and sizes, similar to characters you might find in the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch (the right wings of The Hay Wain and the Garden of Delights triptychs would be good examples), but much more abstract, cubist and multi-shaped, such as the images found in the cubist works by Pablo Picasso (i.e. the Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler painting or the Head of a Woman sculpture). If you took Picasso’s cubist people and "morphed" them with Bosch’s un-earthly creatures, or filtered Bosch’s creatures through a cubist filter and airbrushed the final images with hell, then that would be my goal.

Other images in particular provided inspiration, such as the famous painting The Nightmare by the Swiss-English artist Henry Fuseli. In this work, an ugly demon is seated on the dreamer’s chest and a frightening white horse with glowing eyes is in the background. My work is further inspired by the diverse collage works—digital or not—being created by contemporary visual artists.

Closet Full of Demons

I was introduced to making music from age 4 or 5 when my dad took me to his band practice every week where I’d make the rounds “playing” drums, keyboards, an old upright piano, guitars and his ‘68 Fender P Bass (or 70’s MusicMan Stingray Bass). I owe a lot to the generosity and kindness of each of the band members. They were the catalyst that started me on my own musical path of discovery and creation that feeds my soul to this day. I continue to write, record, perform and cover the songs that move me (from the gypsy jazz era to present day), and I’m grateful for the chance to share it with others. Please check out my Instagram, amazingradio and YouTube pages for more, and my official debut EP “The Dakota EP” is streaming everywhere as well as for download on iTunes, Amazon and other sites as well! I appreciate any comments or feedback you may have to offer, if so moved. Thank you for listening,  -Tim 🙏🏻✌🏻

Dragonfly (original analog recording Crystal H.)

Tim Trainer

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