Guitar based melodic rock with a 90's feel. Straight up Mid West rock.

Connection

A Post Grunge Midwest take on Southern Rock.

Ordinary

90's influence guitar rock with a touch of vintage keys

Steer

Counting days of static gain, where all is lost, but stays the same
And I can't help you with my name.
All the points in between, fill with hope and gasoline.
Let's burn it down with alcohol and nicotine.

We were young and full of hope, but that was long ago I'm on my way.
Fortunes change and so have I, it's getting worse.....why should I try.

Capsize the battleship of lost ambition
The current side of alibies we left behind.
And the thought of gravity, the silence of obscurity,
It's weighing in on everything, and who and when to be.

We were young and full of hope, but that was long ago I'm on my way.
Fortunes change and so have I, it's getting worse.....why should I try.
Loosing ground and piece of mind. A dead end road I might just leave behind.

I might just leave it all behind
Praise the better days that pass us by.

Hope and Gasoline

90's inspired guitar rock produced in Metro Detroit.

Fanfare for lunatics on parade. The man in charge will always tell you why.
Let's make the same mistake, we'll tear it down to seal our fate.
We're losing pieces of our pride, roll the dice and let it ride.

Trapped in a photograph where soul cries, another laughs.
Down and out or in between, the worst emotion ever seen.
Sowing doubt, truth be told, the opposition is under sold.
Down and out or in between, we're losing sight of everything.

Let's break it down to "not a thing". The moral of the story echoes on.
Just cast aside the college try and the paint to draw the line.
I've given up you've done the same. Couldn't take one more day.

Trapped in a photograph where one soul cries another laughs.
Down and out or in between. Worst emotion ever seen. Built for lies and deceit.
Sowing doubt, the truth be told, the opposition is under sold.
Down and out or in between. Half-baked truth that we receive.

And there is no amount of sorrow, or anything you can barrow now.
Hats are off, you did your thing. Hopelessness is what you bring.....
and no amount of sorrow.

Inbetween

90's Inspired Rock made in Metro Detroit.

And now the times are changing, shifting back, leading us to Crow.
When the only fear is fear itself, uni-bomb with lethal stealth, familiar and unknown.

Then the "do or die" reaches us in short supply.
It's not outrageous. Safe to say it's quite contagious.
Chained to fear and broken time, selling us one more line.
It's not outrageous, find another way.

Change the rube that won't comply, throwing hope into the great divide.
When your soul is hard to find, Technicolor is color blind, familiar but unknown.

Then the "do or die" reaches us in short supply.
It's not outrageous. Safe to say it's quite contagious.
Chained to fear and broken time, selling us one more line.
It's not outrageous, find another way.

Fight the program, fight the program
So outrageous and contagious.

Then the "do or die" reaches us in short supply.
It's not outrageous. Safe to say it's quite contagious.
Chained to fear and broken time, selling us one more line.
It's not outrageous, find another way.

Contagious

90's inspired hard rock written, produced and recorded in Metro Detroit.

Lyrics:
Can't find the aptitude and leave it all behind. But then again behind is where I thrive.
Pushing back on what we know. Let's pack it up, it's time to go.

And cloistered hope has gone away. Your storied past just fails to blow my mind.
Bruise your soul one last time. I'm giving up and that's just fine.
I'm going on a ride.

Compensation grifts, like stealing from yourself. Never mind it's always someone else.
Don't rely on what you see. Just grab your things, its time to leave.

And cloistered hope has gone away. Your storied past just fails to blow my mind.
Bruise you soul one last time. I'm giving up and that's just fine, I'm going on that ride today!

And we're rolling. Got me rolling. Now we're rolling in despair.

And cloistered hope has gone away. Your storied past just fails to blow my mind.
Broken soul has come to play. I'm giving up and that's Ok, I'm going on that ride today!

That Ride (remix)

90's inspire rock produced in Metro Detroit.

Look at you save the day pushing weary souls out of the way.
I guess I'm on my own.
It's not your call, it's not your lie. Excuse yourself from action all the time.
It doesn't have to be this way.
10 years of being sore. Leaves you wanting so much more 
Who will help you?

Cast aside the broken laws, and saddle up for one more cause.
Painting picture you want to see, like a bag of candied misery.
A can of whoop-ass it's all the same. Common sense is so mundane.
Learn the lesson. Who will save you?

Why try to help me when ribbons in your hair is all they see.
You're not the one that they deceive. 
Unmarked grave for one you love, viewing history from high above.
Above another moral line.
Dime store economists say salvation cannot exist.
Who will help you?

Cast aside the broken laws, and saddle up for one more cause.
Painting picture you want to see, like a bag of candied misery.
A can of whoop-ass it's all the same. Common sense is so mundane.
Learn the lesson. Who will save you?

And then we walk away. Honest wage and simple ways left behind.
And then we run away. You decide who will fly, learn the lesson.

Lessons

90's influence Guitar Rock cultivated in Metro Detroit.

I remember, we thought of everything. We had it down, or was it in between?
I had my legs to get me there. A hike to nevermore.
Searching for infinity, railing through the door......moving forward?

So I seized the day just like I did before, and I'm fading out.
It's the little things that keep me wanting more. Now I'm fading out.

Opportunity is bought and never sold. Wait a tired lifetime just to take control.....of a broken situation, of barely getting by.
A concept of prosperity impossible to divide.
Moving forward?

So I bare the weight just like I did before. Now I'm fading out.
And I found the things that leave me needing more. So I'm fading out.

Impossible to divide.

So I lost the hope I always had before, and I'm fading out.
It's just the little things that make me hate you more. Now I'm fading out.

Fading

90's influence hard rock made in Metro Detroit.

Things won't change. Grab a blanket and a basket full of rage.
They won't help you with a cause. They're pushing buttons, can't put your fingers on.....Helpless all along.
When will common decency fall apart?

Conversation drifts erasing value time.
When we try, dead words collide, burning us inside.
Conversation drifts erasing all we know.
Terrified, demoralized. We might just die alone.

All the things we won before, lets lose the game to even up the score....much better than before.
If you were good, then we were faking. All the shit they keep taking now...helpless all along.
When will common decency fall apart?

If we walk away, we won't be flying high.

Drift

90's influenced hard rock produced and recorded in Metro Detroit.

I've become the slow momentum of common value in decline.
Hats of to those who made it. As for me, I'm getting back in line.

All the hopeless lining up with what they found.
Who decides who will fly, I'm running out of one more try.
And the hapless, cueing up for one more round.
Who decides when stars align, I'm running out of one more try.
As the hopeless pass me by.

All the good that I found, slowly leaks and slowly lets you down.
Now you have my soul to take. On the run and feeling less than great.

All the hopeless lining up with what they found.
Who decides who will fly, I'm running out of one more try.
And the hapless, cueing up for one more round.
Who decides when stars collide, I'm running out of one more try.
As the hapless walk on by.

Who decides when to try? I'm racing on the bottom.
Who decides when to lie?  I'm l lying on the bottom.

Back in Line

Overkill (Men At Work Cover)

90's inspired guitar rock. Produced and recorded in Metro Detroit.

Saw him on the way to work, a face without a soul.
I see him grinding most every day.
When evening comes his day is done. He parks out on the road.
But when he's home, he's so alone. He's got no place to go.

I will ride when he drives.
Anyway I want to know, I've got no place to go.

The evening cracks. The man is on his own.
He clicks a belt and slips it into drive.
Where he goes, I just don't know. I'll help him find his way.
I decide he takes a ride just to get through one more day.

I will ride when he drives.
Anyway I want to know. I've got no place to go.
Will he die if I thrive.
Anyway I want to know. I've got no place to go.

My shadow's getting longer everyday.
Watching shadows past fade away.
My shadow's getting longer, that's no doubt.
Well that's just how life stretches out.

When He Drives

90's Inspired rock created in Metro Detroit.

I'm here to testify alone. 
I'm worried now, but just can't get enough of things to help me find my way.
Things were looking beautiful, but that was yesterday.

I'm walking on my own fairly slow, but I don't know.
Where to go or what to say, there's got to be a better way.
That was long ago. Seems like yesterday.

Now we declare! Again.
On the grounds we have no place to start the things to help define our day.
We were feeling hopeful, but that was yesterday.

I'm walking on my own fairly slow, but I don't know.
Where to go or what to say, there's got to be a better way.
That was long ago. Seems like yesterday.

I'm waiting for my yesterday.
I believe that no one sees me waiting for my yesterday.
I concede I don't believe. I keep waiting, contemplating, dreaming of my yesterday.



My Yesterday

90's inspired rock. Produced and recorded at Cat Box Studio, Metro Detroit.

I just realized it manifests and synthesized the monster that you keep you keep alone.
Two sides to every coin and mass deceit that you employ. Two faces on the coin that you adorn.

Everything you try, just lubricated lies.
You can chose the words you say, but I don't buy it anyway.
When the words you chose are rooted in mistake.
I confide your words collide, and I don't buy it.

Wasting, waiting, you're on your phone again. Constantly evaluate which one of us will bend.
To the tide of reckoning, which leaves you wanting more. Carnage of a cruel barrage, I've seen it play before. 

Everything you try, just lubricated lies.
You can chose the words you say, but I don't buy it anyway.
When the words you choose are rooted in mistake.
I confide your words collide, and I don't buy it now.

Truth be told, but I can't find it.
You've got me waiting, for your chronic wasting.
Truth be told, but I can't find it now.

Lubricated Lies

Original Rock tunes from the Motor City......Let 'em roll.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FvPaI1Udoo

The Swing (Video Link in Description)

Original Rock tunes from the Motor City......Let 'em roll.

Check out the Video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YD11k8wQ2JI

Stones (Video Link in Description)

Original Rock tunes from the Motor City......Let 'em roll.

Oliver

Original Rock tunes from the Motor City......Let 'em roll.
Check out the Video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LZzPxOx8Qg

Old Shoe (Video Link in Description)

King Foot

Preliminary concept for consideration of  further development

My Shine-Concept Sketch

Concept Sketch for upcoming Reedy release. More Michigan rock attitude.

Song

Song from the Scwaps (EP2) release. Melodic guitar rock offering a Metro Detroit flavor. A song for anyone that has experienced something..........

Stopping

From the Scwaps (EP2) release. More music home grown in Metro Detroit. Rock music with a Mid-West sound.....whatever that may be.

Lock

From the Scwaps (EP2) release, another song from Reedy.  Sitting things out is not always the best plan.......play the game.

Bench

Song from the third release from Reedy and Catbox Studios. A story of struggle and a journey to find comfort. Life's challenges and road map lead to many places.......just maybe a place you can call home. A song of hope. 
Guest Musician-Quade Finnigan (Drums)

Bingo (was her name)

The third official release from Reedy and Catbox Studios. Homegrown and produced in Metro Detroit. A song that delivers Rustbelt vibe and Mid Western swagger. You know the guy that always brings his "A" game, even though they are a hack? This song if for that guy.
Guest Musician- Quade Finnigan(Drums)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9tde8kws7k&t=12s

cOwbOy (Video Link in Description)

Recent Remix. Originally appearing on Reedy EP1.

The Swing (Remix/Remaster)

Remixed version from the 2018 release Reedy EP1. Kevin Pople on drums.

Oliver (remix/remaster)

Recent remix/remaster of previously released song. New production techniques.

Bench (Remix/Remaster)

Song writer, Production, Dog owner....Mixing and mastering upon request.

Reedy

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