Jackdaw

Have you ever caught yourself missing a more simple life of days gone by?
Somehow you feel that you had been there before. 
Some days are circled in blue, far fewer in red.

So true, so tragic.  A little bitter sweet but at least it was something.
Somehow, we always come back.

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𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴

Your planets they show me the way
And signs keep on telling me how
And houses they always know where
Of you and me in a low vibe

As soon as the wave is the ocean
My universe coming my way
I roam with the sun in my pocket
For paradise is never too far
For paradise is never too far

Adrift in the labyrinth Universe
The Earth is becoming a star
I'm grateful for all that it's been
And faithful to all it shall come

And then we discovered the beauty
And everything turned into gold
But still we are blind all the same
Cuz lovin' is life when deserved
Cuz lovin' is life when deserved

The ghosts of your parallel universe
Still follow me down to the end
Your hands are creating the desert
My soul has abandoned the cage

And lights of a more distant future
Tea houses and black & white frames
Out there on the blade of the horizon
That's where you'll come to me again
That's where you'll come to me again

(Andrea Ev,  May 19th 2021)


℗ © Andrea Ev - 2022

Plutonian Love Song

A song about being too set in your ways

LYRICS:

We came up the long way
Despite all the foreplay
It took us a whole day and night to perform
You did it your own way
Well, that's what the books say
The script of your old play lays tattered and torn

You live a life of analogue
In digital form
An order from a catalogue
unwrapped and unworn

Dustproof, hermetically sealed
With magnetic appeal
Apoplectic, we feel all your rage
Locked up in storage
Bad mannered and boorish
Your habit's too moreish to start acting your age

You live a life of analogue
In digital form
An order from a catalogue
unwrapped and unworn

You live a life of analogue
In digital form
An order from a catalogue
unwrapped and unworn

Analogue

Cold Beer

Through The Clouds II

It's "A Book Club" only with much more pace.

A Book Now

A power ballad..

LYRICS:

The step is not hard to take
But over and over again
we bend and we break
The same simple mistake
at the start with my terrible heart in your hand
and you tighten the grip
on the part with the delicate need for command
It's all built in the sand

We stay awake for days
while kneeling and feeling our way
through vacuums of space
It's a desolate place
Fuel the fire with the furious ire of your soul
Feed the flames in the night
Build the pyre, an eternal reprieve from the cold
And so we'll never grow old

You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling
You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling to you

You see yourself as a hero for hire but we all know
there's no commissioner calling
Your alter ego's just you in a bar with no windows
and you're rapidly falling
If you cared you could still give yourself a crescendo
but you'd have to go all in
You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling to you

You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling
You've been ignoring the ballad of fire on the radio
but if you listen it's calling to you

Ballad of Fire

Where's the time that you had on your side?
Where's a bottle to drink when you need it?
Where's a father to set you to task?
Where's a mother, who's there with a pass?

There's a field full of flowers and grass.
Let's just say that it's somewhere in England.

Maybe warmth from the sun of the day.
Radiates from the Earth as if dreaming.

There's a crow watching you from a fence.
No way for you to guess what he's thinking.

You, yourself, are just there, sitting around.
Devoted to, just The Crow, just the thinking.

Let's insert in this scene, somewhat obviously seen.
An extraneous mass, which requires; a task.
Hey, ho, away we go!

There's a field framed with oak trees and beach.
Let's face facts that it's somewhere in England.

And the hum of the birds and the bees.
Fills you up in the still of the evening.

Oh, the tumbling cascading downs.
Are a never-ending dream of England.

That's it, boy, take a good look round.
(it's the last chance you'll get)
While the crows just sit watching and waiting.

Yet, insert in this scene international schemes.
Which the men undertake, for generals on the make.
Like a madman; half baked.
Stepping stones on a lake.
Oh no, down we go.

There's an old station there in the town.
Full of old iron keys and such sundries.

And the wood there is aged and careworn.
And the empire remains in the features. 

There's a comfort in old-fashioned things.
Reminding us that we're deeply rooted.

To a time and a place and scene.
(a time and a place and a scene)
But a murder of crows could remove it. 
(a time and a place and a scene)

Let's insert in this scene, somewhat obliquely seen.
An external great mass, which requires a task.
Which you must undertake,
with forbearance and haste.
Oh no, down we go. 

Haul the sails, and set the course,
we're sailing out to sea.
Those in the midship, chart the course,
the route that's planned for we.
Set the tiller.
Haul the sail.
Chart the course.
Or else...
we'll fail.

Oh no! to the crows we go!
Oh no! to the crows we go!
Oh no! to the crows we go!

Where's the time that you had on your side?
Where's the time that you wasted on dreaming?
Where's the friends that you need by your side?
Passing by just along for a ride. 

Oh, these were your days.
Oh, this could be the making of you.
Oh, no need for delay.
The whole nation expects such great things for you.

Oh, these were your days.
Oh, this should be the making of you.
Oh, no need for dismay.
The whole nation expects such great things of you.
For England.

Where's your God? Can he keep you alive?
Where's your God? what? is anyone winning?
When your God is a dream for the spring.
Where's he now? amongst most other things?

Where's your God now your lain on the grass?
Where's your God while you lay out here dying?
Where's your God now that nobody knows?
That you're lying in a field full of crows. 

Oh, those were the days,
Oh, they're really a testament to you.
Oh, surrounded by crows,
Crows are suddenly circling you.
For England!



The Crows

Feel like I should be walking on the shores of Galilee 
But instead I'm in a prison built up in my infancy.
Thought I was like the young boy from the Empire of the Sun.
But that wasn't how they saw me.
And that's how I came undone.
I'm not the one.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

A laughing stock. 
I can't smoke pot.
Three corners to sweep dust.
When you fall into black water, all your keys begin to rust.
You're not thinking on damnation.
Amongst the holes you're teetering.
A cage containing lightning bolts. 
Which somehow you fit in.
Forget your sin.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you lay your grace on me.
I do not want your money.
I'm dismayed about this fee.
The foolish man puts effort into digging diamond mines?
Yet a wise man takes his gold figures and reaches for the sky?
And don't ask why?

Felt sorry for the workers.
Give them all your sympathy.
If they didn't need the money.
Oh, footloose and fancy free.
And they wouldn't need so of much it if they weren't all in such pain.
You must all go on holiday.
You must all buy cocaine.
If it's all the same.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Where's my money?
Play around.
Time goes by.
There's no win. 
Games to play.
Songs to sing.
See the sun is rising.
But your not asleep.
An uncertain horizon.
Nothing deep.
Oh, my lady.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you take this pain from me.
Because the route to your salvation seems delayed by infamy.
Oh, holy mother of Jesus. 
Won't you let me in the door.
I'm not asking to sleep on your bed.
I'm content with the floor.
I want some more.

I go to ground, then I hear you speak.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.

Oh, sister, mother, Mary. 
Won't you exorcise for me.
The ghosts all these winters spent in bleak despondency.
The holy men of the mountain.
They pass judgement down on all.
But they're not fooling anybody.
Waiting for the fall.
We missed their call.

Oh, my baby.
Lay me down. (Repeat)

Sister, Mother, Mary

insane {blazing axe prt 2 }

I lost Buddy (My Dog) many years ago and I was so sad I wrote a song about it. 10+ years and a still can't perform live.
Lyrics By Robert and Marianne Grigg.

Video Link!
https://youtu.be/bPUUJPdiEGo

Buddy's Song

Jim Robinson and Mark Butler are both Army veterans, and the founding guitarists of the ‘90’s metal band Spectre.   Today they are professionals who spend their limited free time collaborating on new music from their respective homes in the Midwest and the Lone Star State.  Keystone Studios is their online playground, an ideal virtual location to exchange their ideas and create inspiring and positive-vibe metal music.   No doom and gloom here - just high octane tunage.  They believe that life is too precious and too short to waste focusing on the negative.  Buckle up and enjoy the ride!

Through The Clouds II

𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙨 🗝