Great timing.  Super cool sparse mix.  Love it.

Epic vocal, love the piano & the gorgeous guitar & sounds. Has a late Beatleeque, or Lennon, feel about it. Love it

Music and Words by Sean Drysdale

Sean Drysdale-Bass/Electric Guitar/Vocals
Mick Furlo- Electric Guitar/Vocals
John Cashman- Drums/Vibes

OLD TOWN

I think I’ve finally reached that point
Where giving up is going on
Cause this just ain’t my scene, oh well I’m moving on
The pain is not when you lose
The pain is when you have to choose
Between yourself or another round (a round)

They’re popping blue pills with booze
While they fade away in Old Town
They’re wishing you all the best
Cause there’s always new friends around 
Where darmas peak but no one speaks 
About the sadness that is Old Town
They’re never leaving Old Town

Can’t tell the forest from the weeds
This street it never bleeds
Only takes what it needs
The Artists are just sycophants 
Parading with their good intents 
They’re fetishists and fantasists 
Praying you hit their web

The streets are dark it’s getting late
While they fade away in Old Town
The snow is weak but they’re awake
While they rage away in Old Town
They’re wishing you all the best
Cause there’s always new friends around
Where dramas peak but no one speaks 
About the sadness that is Old Town
They’re never Leaving Old Town

Old Town

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Budget's tight so I haven't been able to get studio time, but this is the demo I made at home for another Witches Junkies & Weirdos track I call They Don't Know!

They Don't  KNow (Demo)

Funny Kind of Sad

Heyo! This is a very light take on a kind of a compact-built, melodic composition. Hope you like it. :) Cheers!

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Sun and Snow

Just lay down with your speaker upon your chest and join this ride 🐝

Trying Again

Tropical Rain Forest Sirens

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Chansons Françaises écrites, composées, arrangées et enregistrées à la maison.
Elles sont toutefois déposées à la SACEM.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

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