I have this inate thirst for an ice cold glass of Club Soda  xoxococo 

You really have a rare talent for both lyrics and musicianship...so many good songs on your page. Enjoyed the time I had to listen tonight, many thanks!

your songs are always so fun and a pleasure to hear

Wow, impressive, from the mandolin to the lyrics, melody, harmonies, vibe... most enjoyed!!!

Great bouncy fun song and the musicianship is top class [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

Give Everything You Got

LYRICS:
Cost for the living, thoughts of hara-kiri in the era of the distance
Talking to an essence about re-birthing and assistance
Skull fuck a demon, that's a part of the resistance
Stay away from me, I don't agree with your conditions
Niggas turning ballistic dummies, Sacrificing system
No tip on the radar, trying to put me in position
Knife run through the neck, and the tension will be vicious
Blood thicker than water, and the enemy is viscous
Succubus hella thick, and I'm looking at her biscuits
Toxic as fuck, hypnotized by appearance
In the thighs of Medusa, so I guess is good riddance, farewell
Leave me bleeding a story out on the stairwell
Tell me when you look in my pupils, say if I look well
Cutting through the stitches, 'cause I'm itching, and I need to yell
Need to go the distance, far as living so live to tell

Paranoid, and living in Polaroid
Images of the past, and failing using my voice
Said it's a waste of time, should die just an employee
Ego taking a hold of me, y'all niggas should know me
But I don't really say shit, 'cause y'all niggas is nosy
I wait until the colors show, and it's coming in slowly
I'm not a whipping boy, I've ascended, don't call me Toby
With pocket full of consciousness, ringing around the rosy
Blasphemy, confidence disease, you try impose on me
Never close to me, that's how it's supposed to be
Ask for way too much, when wanting honesty
Got my soul on freeze, what do you want from me?
I could pray for change, ain't getting on my knees
Niggas laced with greed, so many names deceased
Now it's time to meet, a different kind of breed
Too many bit the hand, now it won't feed.

The Hand

watch me play this song live on the piano: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zP1tRu4sbKw
ooo crazy me again I find what I want and just set it free
you say go out enjoy have fun and live a little please
and don't come back until you're socially up to speed
A cold world a thirsting need
Can't set your mind on how to acquire your riches and fulfillment spiritually 
I walk alone window shopping lifting down a dead end street
Just empty shelves victims of a local access world where people speak but very seldom meet in such a false reality 
how's it gonna be when I can't even find myself got no direction only see my best in your reflection I know all I'm gonna see with out you's misery
That's why I hold you to blame, I hold you to blame, I'm going insane 
I lost heart a faithful soul
as she described her idea of a perfect mate I recognized like someone I know
and now I don't really feel like dying I don't even want to go home
I think I finally found somebody think I finally found someone who finally found me
Live video performance of this song available here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC41KqtVVCdC7L4zHRhUQksw

Mike Molino: Piano, vocals, lyrics;  Dave Ferrairo: Guitar;   Greg Scappicchio: Bass;  Doug Melanson: Drums

No Direction

Beats by RC_Lab, 
this beat was written a long time ago..

Minimal Piano (Beats by Amet)

On a smooth sandy shore, near the blue ocean’s roar,
Stands a music cabana with a worn wooden floor,
There the bright music dwells, floating in on the swells,
People come to play and listen while they pick up some shells.
You can hear the accordion leading the chorus on,
Mixed with the mandolin, making the neighbour grin,
There’s a cowboy harmonica, weeping behind it all,
And the sweet guitar strums as the grey sailor hums.

At the Music Cabana, Music Cabana, Music Cabana na-na-na
At the Music Cabana, Music Cabana, Music Cabana na-na-na.

Hear the lilting piano played by the lovely soprano
Who sighs at the melody the fiddler begins,
There are kids having fun, beating all kinds of drums,
And the standup bassman jams like he’s all fingers and thumbs.
You can hear the accordion leading the chorus on,
Mixed with the mandolin, making the neighbour grin,
There’s a cowboy harmonica, weeping behind it all,
And the sweet guitar strums as the grey sailor hums.

At the Music Cabana, Music Cabana, Music Cabana na-na-na
At the Music Cabana, Music Cabana, Music Cabana na-na-na

There’s a boy playing banjo, that he shares with a hobo,
And a crazy cat who’s blowin’ sax like he’s strictly alone,
Then a young man from Cuba arrives with his tuba,
Gonna start a brass section with his friend on trombone.
You can hear the accordion leading the chorus on,
Mixed with the mandolin, making the neighbour grin,
There’s a cowboy harmonica, weeping behind it all,
And the sweet guitar strums as the grey sailor hums.

At the Music Cabana, Music Cabana, Music Cabana na-na-na
At the Music Cabana, Music Cabana, Music Cabana na-na-na

On a smooth sandy shore, near the blue ocean’s roar,
Stands a music cabana with a worn wooden floor,
There the bright music dwells, floating in on the swells,
People come to play and listen while they pick up some shells.
People come to play and listen while they pick up the shells.

Music Cabana

Katmandu

Katmandu (High Earth)

Vocals,synths and songwriting: Sermilion
@sermilion

Drum programming, guitars, bass and mixing: Mauermeister

Tears of Time Mix1

12/April/2021

Paparazzi w/Claes Steen

From the EP BAD BAD DOG
Listen on Spotify:
Buy on Bandcamp: https://thebackbeatconspiracy.bandcamp.com/album/bad-bad-dog
Check out the music video!  https://youtu.be/MRVqFyJQCuY

Performed by The Backbeat Conspiracy
Music, Lyrics, Produced & Mixed by Jens Joel Evaldsson
Mastered by Nevo Mastering

Links:
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3bvmVCOj4CQOZSGwSONHQk?si=FUYyLVY4QvKv46QtJcs95A
Bandcamp: https://thebackbeatconspiracy.bandcamp.com
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCpDFc_otuMZ7ateOG3LqR2A
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/backbeatconspiracy/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/backbeatconspiracy
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BackbeatCon
Homepage: http://backbeatconspiracy.com/

BAD BAD DOG EP

Bad Bad Dog

Popeye the Sailor meets Gilbert & Sullivan in a critter-cottage context. Written for kids but can be enjoyed by the young at heart.

(Sittin’ on the) Bottom of the Bay

I’m sittin' on a sunken log with stuff all green and gooey
As the bubbles from my lips and nose are risin’ all around me
And I look up at the surface where it seems all bright and shimmery
I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Fish are swimmin’ ‘round me ‘cause the people haven’t caught ‘em
There are pointy branches stickin’ from the sandy muddy bottom
It will all be filled with gucky leaves around the end of autumn
And I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Kids are skippin’ pebbles and they’re sinkin’ on my head
The ducks are swimming by me while they try to grab the bread
The whole merganser family appears to be well-fed
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow,
Bubbles floating high, bread is falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental

A big fat sunfish with a belly orange and yellow
Brings a black bass pal who is such a friendly fellow
With a black tipped tail and big eyes that look like jello
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay

A fishin’ lure sparkles as it wiggles down beside us
But the clever fishies say that it will never go inside us
I attach it to a boot or a tire or other nasty prizes
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental 

Water bugs are spinnin’ and collidin’ with each other
There’s an old snappin’ turtle and he treats me like a brother
And I’m tickled by some water plants of one kind or another
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Lilly pads are growin’ up and floatin’ on the top
A frog jumps in the water with a loud ker-plop,
It’s so fun and fascinating that I never want to stop
Sittin’ here, on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental to end.

(Sittin' on the) Bottom Of The Bay

don't shake hands with me before you leave

(Sittin' on the) Bottom Of The Bay

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