Breaking the Cycle
(A Song of Peace and Hope)

Intro

We’ve been walking this road, so long, so worn,
A trail of tears through a field of thorns.
But somewhere deep, a whisper grows,
A voice that says, "It's time to let it go."

Verse 1
The weight of the past, it’s heavy and cold,
Stories of vengeance, the lies we’ve been told.
We carry the hurt like a badge on our sleeve,
But love is the thread that we’ve yet to weave.

Chorus
Let’s break the cycle, rise above the flames,
No more pointing fingers, no more casting blame.
The chains of hatred, we can leave behind,
It starts with a choice, a change of mind.

Verse 2
A child is born with an open heart,
But we teach them the walls, we pull them apart.
Yet the sun doesn’t ask who’s wrong or right,
It just keeps on shining, day and night.

Bridge
It’s not too late to begin again,
The wounds can heal, let the love begin.
One spark of kindness can light the way,
A brighter tomorrow starts today.

Chorus
Let’s break the cycle, rise above the flames,
No more pointing fingers, no more casting blame.
The chains of hatred, we can leave behind,
It starts with a choice, a change of mind.

Outro
The earth will turn, and seasons will shift,
What we plant today becomes the gift.
So plant the seeds of love and light,
And watch the world turn toward the light.

It starts with us, it starts tonight.

Let's Break the Cycle

Dancing in the Moonlight


Chronic Condition is a punkish indie rocker with an irresistible beat and hook. Its about how the human experience the progress and setbacks, trials and tribulations, advances and declines of individuals and societies is like a feedback loop through time. The names and settings change, but the story always turns out the same. Its a chronic condition, just the latest rendition. Featuring a guest appearance by Elvis. 

Its a chronic condition
Just the latest edition 
Coming to fruition

We stand up and we get knocked down
And we stand up then we fall back down
Put it in a glass and swirl it around
And everything is turned upside down

I’m not depressed
I’m just realistic
I must confess
I thought about it and I worked it all out
I think I know what I’m talking about
The thing that fucks with your mind the most is… life

Yeah its life that really fucks with your head yeah!

I’m not broken
Just slightly damaged
And in spite of it
I somehow manage
To get by in this messed up, broke down world
The more I see the less I believe
The more I hear the less I care
The less I care the better I feel
Yeah that’s on the real yo
Yeah that’s on the real yo 

Maybe I’m jaded
And slightly cynical
But the evidence is empirical
We’re riding round in circles on a broken machine
I thought about it and I worked it all out
I think I know what I’m talking about
The thing that fucks with your mind the most is…  life 

I’m just nodding my head
Pretending to listen 
To what you say
Its the same old story and I’ve heard it before
And every time its always a bore
You change the settings and you change the names
But it always turns out the same
Its a random ass world
Full of random ass boys and girls
Living our random ass lives
We stand up we get knocked down
We stand up then we fall back down
Put it in a glass and drink it down
Cuz the world is upside down

Its upside-down yeah!

Humanity is overrated
And the world we made is oversaturated
With our stupid fucked up useless shit
The more we have 
The more we want
We can’t get enough of it
The more we have 
The more we want
Yeah ain’t that some shit

Its a chronic condition
Just the latest rendition

Chronic Condition - Defiantbutterfly

[Verse 1]  
He was born in the shadows of a New York town  
Where the winters were long and the dreams were hand-me-down  
Played ball in the alleys, ran fast through the years  
With his brother beside him and no room for fear  

They caught a killer fleeing, just boys in their teens  
A story passed down like the stitching in jeans  
The kind of old tale that fades into lore  
But Grandpa Phil always was something more  

[Verse 2]  
When the war came calling, he answered the sound  
Crossed over to France with his boots on the ground  
He wrote in the cold and he fought through the rain  
Saw brothers fall, bore the weight and the pain  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you gave more than gold  
You gave us your mornings, your warmth in the cold  
With hands that once held wrenches and wheels  
You held us with love that a lifetime reveals  

[Verse 3]  
He fell for sweet Anna, with a heart open wide  
She played him a melody, he stayed by her side  
Two children they raised with a quiet refrain  
Geri’s piano, Ted’s clarinet fame 

He worked with his hands, steel and design  
Tool and die maker with patience and time  
Built more than machines — he built a good life  
With laughter and love, with children and wife  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you lived slow and kind  
With a collie named Major and a sharp, steady mind  
Made us breakfast and stories we still hold dear  
You were the heart of our childhood years  

[Verse 4]  
When Anna passed on, he packed up his bags  
Left his cold kitchen and the old linen rags  
To the sun and the sea, to his son's west coast place  
Where seven young grandkids would light up his face  

He tried cutting hair, made a bit of a mess  
So the boys ran away but he laughed nonetheless  
He’d fall now and then, and we’d lift him with care  
But he gave more than he took, with his soft, quiet stare  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you gave more than gold  
You gave us your mornings, your warmth in the cold  
With hands that once held wrenches and wheels  
You held us with love that a lifetime reveals  

[Bridge]  
And when Dad had to leave for a business affair  
You missed him, but never let grief fill the air  
You moved once again, to your daughter’s safe arms  
But the winters back east stole your strength and your charm  

[Final Verse]  
Now the house feels a little too still on some days  
But I still hear your voice in those old-fashioned ways  
In the sizzle of bacon, the bark of a friend  
And the way gentle stories come back at the end  

[Final Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you're still walking these halls  
Through the echoes of laughter and the old photo walls  
You lived with such grace, with no need to thrill  
Forever remembered — sweet Grandpa Phil  

[Outro]  
Forever remembered… sweet Grandpa Phil

Grandpa Phil

You've gotta say 'YES!" to a little excess, except for when you don't!

Produced by DevilMonkey

Recorded by Max Dangerfield at Singing Bird Studios

DevilMonkey is...

Jim. Bass, Vox, Programming
Jesse. Guitars, Programming
Wayne. Drums, Percussion
Si Durrant. Guest Vox & Chorus Lyrics

Artwork by Jim

All of our love & thanks go to Simmo & Wendy, Beck, Dex & Nuno, Andrew Duffield, Ollie & Jayne Olsen, Stu & the entire Singing Bird crew, Andy Simpson, Max Dangerfield, Snake Powder, Natasha, Kylie, Vanessa, Noah, Emily, Josh, Hayley, Gidget, Wolf & Kelly & al the Pooches.

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