This one is something I've been playing over and over for months, never really having any definite lyrics, just all subconscious meandering, never wrote a word down, a little different to my usual process. 

lyrics 

All men are strangers to the touch
one femme fatale with the golden locks
I'm done with hesitating knockout!
debilitating
just show me that you really care

I know it's hard loving one man
but you must do all the best that you can
I'm done with hesitating knockout!
debilitating
just show me that you really care

I know that the word is out
all over town
they only pick you up
right before
when they're knocking you to the ground

cu me ce va I heard him saying
but I don't care for the game that you're playing
I'm done with hesitating knockout!
debilitating
just show me that you really care

I know that the word is out
all over town
they only pick you up
right before
when they're knocking you to the ground

I know that In life is strange
stuck on the inside of a hurricane
and there I will remain 

Thanks for listening and inspiring folks, always greatly appreciated 🙏✌️

The Word Is Out

The Illusions Of Light And Silence

Solar Noon

A pulsing layered rock dirge about being stuck in the eating utensils of giants or unnoticed between the typeset of discarded newspapers. Bat! Bi! Hiru! Lau! We've all been there!

From the album LATITUDE BERA available at https://brittapejic.bandcamp.com/music

Latitude Bera

Between the Tines

A song from the 80'
Music : Fin Valentin & PJ Project
Lyrics : Henrik Blet

If you like, free download

Afrika

Lyrics:
This crawl space is a little tight,
As everything surrounds me at night.
It isn't right the way I'm packed away, not on ice.
I try to be real quiet,
but I guess I woke the giant,
I couldn't help it.
And now the sky is angry with me.
I don't see,
it's far too dark for sight.
Crawling isn't for me,
I'd much rather fly away.
I try to be on time.
I lost track of myself somewhere,
I could not help it.
And everyone seems to be gone.
Just in case you didn't hear, me.
I'll try to be ever more clear.
Can't see my face but I'm down here.
Heavily insulated crawl space,
what will I do?
Some day I will find my way.

Crawl Space

Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.

Caught up in a War

Hear the words why me
See fiery horizons
Eating up ground are black caterpillars
We’re shrinking near the door
They hardly gave a reason
Sleeping is acid raw
Forever is the ceiling

Cause everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering 
We’re caught up in a war

Thinkin’ bout religion
The randomness of Gods
What’s it about us that’s undeserving?
We’re watching on the news
The march of our dementors
We’re lying close and squeezing
Neath fragility of walls

And everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering
We’re caught up in a war

If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter

CAUGHT UP IN A WAR

I think I’m Broken(Instrumental)

Life is rough, and your mind is busy with plans how to make it through the next day. Could you ever stop having the blues? Even as a musician? While jamming a boogie on piano, the phrase stuck in my head and I liked its ambiguity. I am overwhelmed how many people from all over the world joined the session and created an awesome rock'n'roll song. Everybody added their bit and we are very proud of the result. Thank you so much!

Nadine de Macedo (composition, arrangement, piano, solo, programming, production)
Berni Armstrong (vocals, lyrics, arrangement)
Alex Almirall (tenor saxophone, solo)
Jussi Nykänen (guitars, solo)
Andrew Russell (double bass)

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://www.youtube.com/@berniarmstrong
http://www.alexalmirall.com/
https://ajrussell.ca

==== LYRICS ====
I’ve got not time to relax
no time for fun
Time is staring at me
down the barrel of its gun

No time to tie laces,
I’ve got slip on shoes
And worst of all
I’ve got no time for blues

I got no time for blues
No time to be amused
Nor even to watch the TV news
No time to pay my dues
I'm the king of excuses
I got no time - it's such a crime
No time for blues

I got letters to send
I got bills to pay
I have less time to myself
Every single day
I work so many hours
It's a wonder I don't drop
I don't know if these demands
Are ever gonna stop

All of my friends
are in the same boat
Doesn't seem to matter
Who gets your vote
We're working for peanuts
We can't make ends meet
if things don't look up soon
We'll be out on the street

Look at that guy
In his fancy car
He has no idea
How hard things are
When you're working for a wage
But sinking deeper into debt
When I think of the future
I break out in a cold sweat

I got no time for blues
No time to be amused
Nor even to watch the TV news
No time to pay my dues
I'm the king of excuses
I got no time - it's such a crime
No time for blues

YOU KNOW MY NAME

Kimbo Barney

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