Word 
became flesh
He dwelt among us
became man

Body of His flesh,
through death
presents us
holy blameless

[chorus in Greek]
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was with God
and God was the Word

Spirit
descends
remained on Him,
like a dove

Only begotten Son
Christ is king,
Before all time

No 
earthly thing
can separate us
From God’s love

[chorus]

God
Made all things
through Him and for Him
all abide

Every Good thing
is from the father
of Heavenly lights

Walk 
in the light
The way revealed 
to eternal life

Joy
Complete
born again
in spirit
for all time


The Word

Yellow Tree

I had these two little blues pieces – in E and C – and an arrangement for When I’m 64, and they seemed to fit, and voila! The whole piece runs for 100 bars, but subtracting the repeated two blues sections the piece adds up to 64 bars. I swear this was an accident!

Credits: When I’m Sixty Four by John Lennon & Paul McCartney, 1967. (McCartney wrote the song.)


Sixty-four Bar Blues

I do not like your car

you think I like your ride,
but I don't care inside
you think you are so clever,
but the truth is never,
your hot wheels turn in vain,
can't hide: your simple, man
It is not about money,
don't you call me honey

I do not like your car,
you never get far
drop your ego, say goodbye,
not another stupid try

you want to impress me
with your golden car
but I rather take the bus
and alone play my guitar
you think you can buy me
it is an insult, your superficial, 
that's your fault

I do not like your car,
you will never get far
it is time to say goodbye
and no one of us will cry

you define yourself by your cars
is that all you are?
with self-confidence you don't need
all of these status symbols
I don't like your car,
you do not get far
it is time to say good bye,
and no one of us will cry

you wanted to impress me
with your golden car
but I prefer the bus
and now play my guitar
I don't know who you are
and I don't care
you are hiding

I don't like your golden car
your car makes me mad
so I take my bike instead
not golden but red

bye

I do not like your car

In time for Halloween, or the End of the World.
Dark, brooding, pondering of the state of things, real and imagined, current, past, or future (political subterfuge through music?)

Track 3 of the songs collected in the Life In Tense collection on Wix: https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons
Art - courtesy of Dan the Man Wigmore -https://www.youtube.com/@cdneh6343

* sample from Orson Wells -Citizen Cane
** the emphasis on the "s" sounds...hints of a snake in the garden?

Lyrics:

Come one day, in a rainy conversation
Come one day, the tether line will snap
Come one moment one cover story blown
Come one truth, one smoking gun exposed

Come one day (x8)

Come one day, one coffee never sipped
Come one day, you're mentally unfit
Come one moment, the lie becomes what's true
Come one truth, there's no good guy to your rescue

Come one day (x2)

Instrumental

Chill Lo-Fi Interlude)

Come one day, there's a slip upon the rocks
Come one day, there's blood poolin' in the docks
Come one moment, a witness hesitates
Come one truth, arrives a moment late...


Come one day, the TV crackled noise
Come one day, politicians lost their voice(s)
Come one moment, we'll all run out of straws
Come one Truth, the Angel brought a chainsaw

The angel has a chainsaw (x2)


Come one day… (x4)

(Lo-Fi Outro)

Wigmore: Music, lyrics, vocals, production
Allen: Lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars

Angel Has A Chainsaw

Another simple track 😎
Lyrics/Vocals by me
Music made in GarageBand

Thank you so much for listening! 🫶

Lyrics: 

I wrapped myself in self-pity
Heard a heavy ringing bell
Didn't think I could be unwrapped
Hidden walls that never fell..

So many layers of emotions
I knew I had to start
And when the first layer was removed
The rest began to fall apart..

Unwrap-app-ing  myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Now my soul is almost open
All the layers taken off
But I have left some walls
In case I don't have enough...

A new story will be written
New layers will come
But with an unwrapped soul
I can wrap myself with love...

Unwrap-app-ing myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Unwrap -app-Ing Myself  (Original)

Here is an unreleased track. I felt this character study song was too dark, but I hope you find it interesting. A character study of bitter man and his breakup blues.

Lyrics:
I'm drinking the Devils urine
It keeps my angels yearning
Drinking darkroom chemicals
It's coming up burning
Slowly developing
That our love is turning
And all my love spells 
That I got from the bottom of the well
All your forgiveness
All those sutures
That never ever held

No movie music gonna save our final scene
Those swelling strings
( Do you feel manipulated?)
(Ya  know what I mean?)
All those curse words
That you heard
When I became 
Exiled from your world

Out where the molecules
And the numbers live
That makes the world spin 
(just right!)
When I'm doing the cemetery polka
All night

All the fake excuses
All the lies
My ghost will haunt you
But It will never look you in the eyes
All those insults 
That you hurled
When I became
Exiled from your world
I'm an exile from your world

Exiled from your world...

Exiled From Your World

A song mourning the loss of Summer/youth/vitality

Autumn leaves are falling down
Heavy hangs my heart
Darkness closing all around
Slowly life departs

Cold and the dark leach the sunshine away
Colours fade and dim,turning to grey

Time is paused and life's on hold
Each day a waiting game
All the new is now the old
Different now the same

Cold and the dark leach the sunshine away
Colours fade and dim,turning to grey

Fading to Grey

I was going to write a song about a political figure, I won't say the but name I'll use his initials: 
🍊💩🤡.  But i decided he takes up too much space in my brain, and in the world consciousness,  as it is. Withholding people's food as a bargaining tool to take away their healthcare, is just another typical day here in the usa. Anyway, instead I made it  into a breakup song. kind of. I kept the original title
(Rerecorded the vocals and fixed some of the more glaring issues, and it is much easier to listen to now)

In case you forgot, 
Our house is still burning, 
You set it on fire and then you moved on
To the new home you’re wrecking

You think you've won 
Not because you’ve got everything 
But because you’ve got everything that i love
And now I'm easily forgotten

And That's the cruelest thing of all, 
You no longer see me here
And As i need and i bleed and i hurt and i grieve,
And everybody else thinks you're a knight on a steed

But me, I'm not mesmerized
I see right through your disguise
I see how little could you care
I see it all so clear

Do you remember 
the first thing you were taught when you were young
Did they show you how to care, show you how to share
And follow The golden rule

But you turned in to this
someone that doesn’t know what’s right from what is wrong
someone that only causes harm that only leaves you scarred
And suffers no consequence 

But that’s the strangest thing of all
they think you're some kind of hero
And that’s the strangest thing of all
While I'm standing in ashes of that mess you caused

EatTheRich

Wow, this is it, the final song I will be posting for the untitled album Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Wormling and I have been working on! We posted the first song, “Ghosting Out,” from this set on January 4, 2021. I started this set of 12 songs in 2020, during the pandemic, using demo tracks that Wou-Wou graciously allowed me to use. I can’t, yet totally can, believe that it took 5 years to finish and finally post all the songs. I am still not sure if all 12 songs will be included in the album since the total run time is about 43 minutes and I like albums to be a little closer to 30 minutes. We still also need to decide on the track sequence. Eventually the album will be posted the album on Bandcamp for free. 

I have written it many times before and I will write it again, it has been an immense pleasure and honor and blast to work with Sticknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou on this set of songs. I feel so lucky to have had this opportunity.  

Track Credits:
Heartscore: Violin
https://soundcloud.com/heartscore/tracks
https://heartscore.bandcamp.com/album/the-edge-of-times
https://www.youtube.com/dirkradloff
Stricknice: Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Additional Drums and Bass, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Synth, Synth Bass, Drums, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

I don’t wanna have to do this
But I would be terribly remiss
If I just pretended to shoot and miss 
Maybe I could find somebody nobody’ll reminisce 
Maybe I could find somebody deserving the abyss 
The kiss of deaths sweet lips 
The heat of cold bullets
Rationally tearing you from the grips 
Of life meaningless in this soulless culture gone amiss 
I’ve been hunting these woods since my childhood 
Living as any self respecting and god fearing man should
sovereign and secured in responsibility for one’s own livelihood  
The devil wants you to believe in falsehoods 
and city life leads to no good
The heathens all had me misunderstood 
I wouldn’t want to be with them if I could

It feels like its been me and the bird forever now 
And i can’t allow myself to let him down 
I have him in my sight 
But there is two of ‘em 
Damn it 
What am I going to do with ‘em 
I’m going to have shoot both of ‘em 
I can’t leave a witness
Gotta move with swiftness 
At least this 
male’s a total stud 
and bird will pleased 
As he falls with a thud as his chest spews out blood 
and soil turns to mud
This is the right thing to do, isn’t it
After all I made an agreement 
I can’t permit 
Bird to throw a fit
or It’ll be me my head 
that sits on that wall 
And I really wouldn’t want him to leave me 
and be alone again

The Shrike Pt. 4

Heartscore, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 4

Core

Thankyou for checking out and enjoying my tracks!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: "Music is the universal language of mankind."

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Core

Uli Stonedigger