A guitar instrumental from the West Coast of Scotland
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Inner Seas Perigean Tide

SKINNY JEANS
Music by Overdrive & Marc Freak

Another incredibly fun partnership with the always brilliant Marc Freak.

A prolific musician, author, photographer and (as he defines himself) oddity, Marc's influences range from the lo-fi pop of Guided by Voices to the gothic melodrama of Nick Cave, via the glam of Bowie and the rawness of Iggy Pop. Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe, an experiment in DIY and lo-fi. A visit to Marc Freak's Soundcloud page is an absolute must:
@marcfreak

Some of my previous collabs with Marc:
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/if-the-kids-wanna-dance
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/dont-care
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/blast

Hope you like the song. 😉

LYRICS
SKINNY JEANS
Squeezing into my skinny jeans
Dreaming of days gone by
When my ribs could be clearly seen
Squeezing into my skinny jeans
Years fly by
As hard as I try
Exposing from my unzipped fly

Fighting against a coming age
But with a positive thought
I escape out of my cage
Fighting against a coming age
I'm tense I'm fraught
From battles fought
I'll run so fast I can't be caught

Look at the age lines and beware
Take in a closer look
And you'll see the greying hair
Look at the age lines and beware
By hook or crook
Not by the book
I'm charging for a second look

Squeezing into my skinny jeans
Dreaming of days gone by
When my ribs could be clearly seen
Squeezing into my skinny jeans
Years fly by
As hard as I try
Exposing from my unzipped fly

I've got a question
Through coughs I try
I may as well just
Give up and die
The ticking clock it cannot lie
I've got a question
But I forgot it some time long agao

Look in the mirror I seem small
I can just barely blink
And I'm not there much at all
Look in the mirror I seem small
I can barely think
I've armour chink
My rotting corpse gives off a stink

Squeezing into my skinny jeans
Dreaming of days gone by
When my ribs could be clearly seen
Squeezing into my skinny jeans
Years fly by
As hard as I try
Exposing from my unzipped fly

Skinny Jeans (ft Marc Freak)

Old Vibez

Golden Brown [The Stranglers Cover]

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Dead On My Feet

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Quantum Loop

Brechas en Morón

small thing

I know you're hard to sleep
So just rest your head on me
And when you awake
I will be there waiting beside
And never leave

There's something in your smile
That pulls me in every time
And I can't explain
Every word, no way to say
That you're the one

But don't grow distant
It won't be the same
If you say you'll leave me
I'll crawl in my grave
My strangest feeling
Is we won't be okay
But we'll get right through this
It's a small little thing

It's getting hard to breathe
Putting my heart on my sleeve
From my head to my chest down to my feet
You're all I need

You're the only one I see
Trust me, there ain't none for me
And when you're gone
Every second feels like hell
You won't believe

But don't grow distant
It won't be the same
If you say you'll leave me
I'll crawl in my grave
It's bad for my mental
It's bad for my health
But we'll get right through this
It's a small little thing

Instrumental

But don't grow distant
It won't be the same
If you say you'll leave me
I'll crawl in my grave
My strangest feeling
Is we won't be okay
But we'll get right through this
It's a small little thing

Small Thing

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all acoustic, distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient
Metal Ed created & sings: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere - ft. Metal Ed

I was messing around, like the non-musician I am, with Udio, and this tune popped out. I realised it would work for a poem I'd had in mind for a while, inspired by the old folk tale by Hans Christian Andersen, The Red Shoes. It still needed some help though from an actual musician. So here it is ... with an excellent arrangement and gorgeous cover art by @APi_ZZ.

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, July 2024 

Musical arrangement and cover art:
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) July 2024

Words: 

There’s nothing like a fairy dancer
Escaping out of your dreamworld, 
You can chase him upstairs and downstairs, 
But it’s impossible to get him out.
In the Land of the Ever Young
It was so romantic as we did the fandango,
But now there’s the washing up. 
He was very fine as my dream beau,
But oh no! Here he comes again. 

He drives me mad, all day long, 
Even when I’m in the loo 
But the real scarey thing is, 
I’ve heard about this in songs,
From folk tales about red shoes 
In which good and fair women
are danced to their dooms. 

I tried locking him in the greenhouse,
Well it gave me a few minutes peace.
But it wasn’t long before he broke out 
And the splintered glass cut my feet.
I even shut him in the bathroom
So I could get on with my chores,
Then there I was in the kitchen,
Plunging out my drains, 
When he tapped me on the shoulder
And, oh no, we were off again!  

He drives me mad, all day long, 
Even when I’m in the loo 
So it’s starting to seem like
It might be true, and not just
In tales about red shoes 
That I’ll be joining those women
Who are danced to their dooms.

Fairy Fandango

Guitars and Bass by Robert Grigg. Drums by Yamaha Keyboard

Small Thing

Bradford Eparwa