a work in progress. Raw. I'm posting this here so I can reach out to potential guitar and/or drum soloists, for a hard/dirty rock sound after the bridge at 2:41

Lyrics:
What if I told you
This way of life is over
the rains 
Have become sand 
No hours in the glass
Only blood on our hands  

Could a heart even flutter
Could a butterfly land
Would you
 have become sand 
shifting, ever shaking
 elusive  earthquake man

 [chorus] 
Tell me would love even matter
In that ravaged land 
Tell me would love even matter 
when our tears become sand
Tell me would love even matter
in that ravaged land

  [bridge]
y’all out there waiting
for music to hear
but you don’t remember
its so deep in your ears 
what if I call you 
up onto the stage
out of the blue
You have music to wage

 [chorus]
Tell me, would sound even matter
from your apocalypse band 
tell me, would sound even matter
When our tears become sand
Tell me, will sound even matter
in this ravaged land
  [verse] 
what if you saw that 
this way of life over
the rains 
have become sand 
no hours in the glass
 only blood on our hands

  [chorus] 
tell me would love even matter
in this ravaged land 
tell me would love even matter
 when our tears become sand
tell me, would sound even matter
From your apocalypse band
 tell me would love even matter
in this ravaged land
tell me would love even matter

ApocalypseBandworkingmix

"Fog of Pain" is a rock/fusion anthem for anyone who lives with chronic pain of any kind. Lyrics below.

This scratch track is incomplete. Its missing the outro. I'm still working on the vocalization, while we determine what the background sounds and the instrumental mix will sound like.  

Fog of Pain:

pain
all I feel is pain
is a person here?
all I perceive is pain
Do you speak to me?
all I pick up is pain
are those printed words?
all I grok is pain  

What’s that you say?
“Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
that’s what I thought
“Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
relentless rain

“pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
all the news is fraught 
with “pain, pain, pain, pain, pain” 
the state of my brain
is a fog of pain  [key change] is a fog of pain!

pain 
all I feel is pain
there is a story
a plot of all the pain 
this is a song
eternal verse of pain 
there is a painting 
masterpiece of pain

What’s that you say?
“Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
that’s what I thought
“Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
relentless rain

“pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
All the news is fraught 
with “pain, pain, pain, pain, pain” 
the state of my brain
is a fog of pain
Is a fog of pain 

 pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

Pain
All I feel is pain
what was I dreaming?
Fantasy of pain
what was I thinking?
Philosophy of pain 
why does this world?
mete out all this pain?
 
why can’t people
Learn to refrain?

What’s that you say?
“Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
that’s what I thought
“Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
relentless rain

“pain, pain, pain, pain, pain”
All the news is fraught 
with 
“pain, pain, pain, pain, pain” 
the state of my brain

is a fog of pain
 
all I know is 
pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
can't break through 
relentless fog of pain

pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

Fog of Pain - scratch track

Lyrics:

Walk on by
If you can’t see
What I won’t show 
‘cause I don’t know
if I can trust you

don’t take the time
to get to know
what’s really here
for those who stay near
once I can trust you

Who am I to you, anyway?
You have yet to become
Anyone
to me   

 get mad at me
When I set a bound’ry
I won’t yet move
‘cause you’ve yet to prove
that I can trust you  

 if you walk on by
if you won’t take the time
if you get mad or cry
it was never me in your mind
so why-y trust you?  

Who am I to you, anyway?
You have yet to become
Anyone
to me  

 I don’t have empty space
I need to replace
just so I don’t feel alone
  slow down the pace
wait for the grace
until you feel like my home  

look a little bit longer
you’ll get a stronger
sense of actual me
and I’ll start to see 
maybe I can trust you  

I’ll use the time
to see inside
What perhaps you don’t show
because you don’t know
If you can trust me       

 I don’t have empty space
I need to replace
just so I don’t feel alone  
slow down the pace
wait for the grace
until you feel like my home

 if you see me
and I see you
there are ways we might go
to let us know
we can trust one another  

 who I am to you will display
while you have become
someone
to me

You have become
Someone
To me

Yet To Become Full Scratch Track

Vocal are very raw draft stage. Outro not complete, still being written.

Lyrics:
 How  many times
Must the angel fall
Before  we look for their wings ?       
could  we even find
Authentic ones
On this globe
Of plastic things?

I go to a party
people seeking  
something I didn’t bring   
with torches ablazing 
no one cares
to hear what I sing
except in the passage
between the rooms
Where the sensitive ones
are hiding  

But I’m too afraid
Of the sound I make 
so I walk straight through 
without hearing them too 
feeling so alone 
when I could have been
building a crew 

all of the people
with vinyl faces 
Are sitting near the sweets
people I knew
from long ago school
don’t 
wanna chat with  me

did that cop just listen
To my depiction
Of a world 
without authority?
  Or did he use the time
to diffuse the light
So the seekers will 
keep on searching still  
in the murky hills
where they never will
feel revelation’s thrill? 

Why 
help the angel fly 
When we’ve blocked
All the light in the sky?  
There  is nothing left 
in  the darkened sky
for anyone
to navigate by

says she 
who could sing 
   
but she was too afraid 
of the sound she makes
so she left that passage
where her voice would ring  

go back to the party
where the sensitive ones
are hiding  

don’t be afraid
Of the sound you make
just walk into the room 
start hearing them too
cause you’re not alone 
you’re building a crew 

  oh  sensitive ones
when the angel falls 
sing them to their wings 
you  can help them find 
authentic ones 
to clear this globe  
of plastic things  
you can help the angel fly
sing 
Them to their wings 
Sing!
Don’t be afraid to sing
Oh  sensitive ones  
Please
please come out and sing

Why Help The Angel Unfinished

lyrics:

Hey uncle 
Reflect a little
On the state
Of your USian dream

Hey uncle 
that world you whittle
 aint carved
from no lover’s tree  

Hey uncle 
it aint no riddle
Its forged from blood and screams

forged from blood and screams


Damn Sam 
finger pointing man
stop your ‘splainin’
And Give back the land
 
Damn Sam 
Trigger pointing man
stop campaignin’
And Give back the land

GIVE BACK THE LAND!

Hey Uncle 
you didn’t beckon 
peace in the beak of a dove

Hey Uncle 
you’re a weapon
destruction in the palm
of your glove

  Hey Uncle
Now we reckon 
your dream is  what we’re tired of 

your dream is  what we’re tired of

Damn Sam 
finger pointing man
stop your ‘splainin’
Give back the land

Damn Sam 
Trigger pointing man
stop campaignin’
Give back the land  

GIVE BACK THE LAND! 

 Hey Uncle
That ain’t no wisdom
You be spewing on
Turkey day

Hey Uncle
your sacred bizdom 
Has too high a price
To pay

Hey Uncle
shut up and listen 
it’s time for your judgement day 

it’s time for your judgement day 

Damn Sam 
finger pointing man
stop your ‘splainin’
Give back the land

Damn Sam
Trigger pointing man
stop campaignin’
Give back the land

Damn Sam

First two minutes, pre-production, lead vocals only

Lyrics:

How many many times
must the angel fall
before we look for their wings

Could we, could we even find
authentic ones
on this globe of plastic things

I go to a party
people seeking
something I didn't bring

with torches ablazing
no one cares
to hear what I sing

except in the passage
between the rooms
where the sensitive ones are hiding

Why Help The Angel - teaser

A first attempt at some atmospheric vocal sounds for the background of Apocalypse Band. 

Up to now, I haven't really used any production tools on my vocal recordings. The sound is exactly what comes out of my mouth. For this, I'm playing with some echo and reverb to create a feeling of nostalgia and mourning in a desert. Finding the right mix, so that it doesn't feel "over-produced" and no longer human will be a fun adventure.

Apocalypse Band Atmospheric Play

ApocalypseBand - Atmospheric Vox 1

Based on words said me by my daughter when she was three and got tired of people trying to convince her to like things she didn't like: "You like that. I don't. That's okay."

This is a preview of the full sound. Prior to this, its only preformed with an acoustic guitar and a keyboard. But, its always been meant to be a punk rock tune. So, we're finally adding electric guitar, bass and drums.

Lyrics:
I ordered pie               you ordered cake 
Just keep your fork    Off off my plate  A                                  G
You wake up early.      I wake up late
Keep to yourself          til we can play   
‘cuz

I like that.     You don’t      That’s okay
You like that.   I don’t.       That’s okay

You want to write.      I want to sing
stay by my side       And do your own thing 

Your tones are cool.    My colors warm
It doesn’t matter          What you’ve worn

Some folks wear pants.   some wear skirts
Just check with them      before you flirt 
‘Cuz

I like that.     You don’t      That’s okay
You like that.   I don’t.       That’s okay


it’s 3 yr old wisdom    
that its none of your bizdom                                               
to tell people how they should be 
so why are the Grown ups 
Getting all blown up
 over my identity
  you like who you like 
I like who I like 
sublime diversity  
like who you are 
accept who they are 
and let each other be

I like that.    You don't. That's okay.
You like.        I don't.      That's okay.

You feel that.   I don’t.          That’s okay         
 I like them.      They don't.    That's okay.
 I want that.      you don’t.    That’s okay  


You like that.    I don’t      That’s okay
I like that.        You don’t.  That’s okay
 ‘Cuz
 You love me.   I love you.    We’re okay

Toddler Philosophy 4.26 preview

A track of atmospheric wailing sounds. 
What comes to mind when you listen?

Wailing

Walk on by
If you can’t see
What I won’t show 
‘cause I don’t know
if I can trust you

don’t take the time
To get to know
what’s really here
for those who stay near
once I can trust you

 Who am I to you, anyway?
You’ve yet to become
Anyone
to me   

get mad at me
When I set a bound’ry
I won’t yet move
‘cause you’ve yet to prove
that I can trust you  

 if you walk on by
if you won’t take the time
if you get mad or cry
was never me in your mind
so why trust you?  

Who am I to you, anyway?
You’ve yet to become
Anyone
to me  

 I don’t have empty space
I need to replace
just so I don’t feel alone
  slow down the pace
wait for the grace
until you feel like my home  

look a bit longer
you’ll get a stronger
sense of actual me
and I’ll start to know 
maybe I can trust you

  I’ll use the time
to see the you
that perhaps you don’t show
because you don’t know
if you can trust me

Who am I to you, anyway?
You’ve yet to become
Anyone
to me  

 I don’t have empty space
I need to replace
just so I don’t feel alone  
slow down the pace
wait for the grace
until you feel like my home

 who am I to you, anyway
You have yet to become
Anyone
To me

 if you see me
and I see you
there are things we might do
to let us know
we can trust one another  

who I am to you will display
while you have become
someone
to me

 While you have become
Someone
To me

YetToBecome - Workingmix

I wrote the lyrics - which are below - to Toddler Philosophy at Ladies Rock Camp Boston, a few years ago. The chorus is quoting my then 3 year old daughter. Toddlers can be quite profound!  I've wanted to finish the song, for a while. It felt incomplete, before. So, I've expanded the lyrics. Here we are in our first jam session to turn it into a toddler's rock anthem. Its very raw. Using an old Fender Squire, with me singing into the laptop microphone. I'm looking forward to hearing how this turns out, in the end.

Toddler Philosophy

          I ordered pie                 you ordered cake
          Just keep your fork.      Off off my plate

           You wake up early.      I wake up late
           Keep to yourself          until we can play    

Chorus:   
            'cause
              I like that.        You don’t      That’s okay
            You like that.   I don’t.          That’s okay

Verse:   
          You want to write.              I want to sing
          stay by my side                 but do your own thing 
 
          Some folks wear pants.    some wear skirts
           just connect with them      before you flirt 

Chorus:  
           'cause
            I like them.      they don’t.    That’s okay
           You feel that.   I don’t.          That’s okay

Bridge:
            it’s 3 yr old wisdom 
             that its none of your bizdom
             to tell people how they should be  
             so why are the Grown ups 
             Getting all blown up 
              about my personality
                you like what you like
               I like who I like
               sublime diversity  
              like who you are
               accept who they are 
               and let each other be
            
Chorus:      
              You feel that.    I don’t.        That’s okay
               I want that.      you don’t.    That’s okay
  Outro:    
             I like that.       You don’t      That’s okay
             You like that.   I don’t.         That’s okay
             You love me.   I love you.    We’re okay

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