Cranked in the Lab - vol 6

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A funky little instrumental I put together using various VSTs

Closing Time (jazz/funk instrumental)

DEDICATED TO THE 2023 BIBLE CLASS ACADEMY FOR THE ATTRIBUTES OF GOD. THANKS FOR THE CHALLENGE TO TEACH LEADERS AND NOT FOLLOWERS.

THE POTTER'S HOUSE

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Mixed by www.billytuckersound.com/
Mastered By Jack Endino. www.endino.com/about.html

Rumor

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Mixed by www.billytuckersound.com/
Mastered By Jack Endino. www.endino.com/about.html

Miss That Sweater

D sides

Slow Motion

What if W. A. Mozart were to join a futuristic disco and this neoclassical metal song with disco groove were playing?

Silver Surfer

Gravity (Cover)

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
“Feed the Beast”

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Music and Lyrics by:
Daphne Ang
Andrea Papi

Performed by:
The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

Recorded and Produced by TCOMAS Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Ergosphere Studios

© 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
℗ 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

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Feed the Beast

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90's inspired Rock made in Metro Detroit.

Breaking all the lessons, from the ones that never try.
Gather up some sympathy, hanging on like suicide.
Now casting those of us who want to see.
A shadow of our former self, so what's it gonna be this time.

My mind is all tore up and finally broken.
Got some blame to spread around, ramping up to wind it down.
I saw the world explode with phony rage and truth unspoken.
No one made a single sound, we're ramping up to wind it down.

And it's safe to say I can't afford another day.
On the stage of common ground, beginning's end can not be found.
Who and what we'll never be, and all the things we can't receive.

My mind is all tore up and finally broken. 
Got some blame to spread around, ramping up to wind it down.
I saw the world explode with phony rage and truth unspoken.
No one made a single sound, we're ramping up to wind it down.

Giving up to wind it down.

Winding

Stones Unturned - Combstead & Robert Grigg

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

I'm here to top it off
Momentum dropping off
Some nerve to write me off
But my drive will define it
You try to shut me down
Keep buried in the ground 
But my mind is confineless

Pains a motivation
Away from comforting touch
Some days will always be tough
There's way to get out this rut
To get out this rut

I want and I need
I want it all
Yeah, I need it all
I want and I need
I want it all
Yeah, I need it all

*burp*

Make me the underdog
Bet on the higher one
No even close to done
Cause' the fire's still rising
I'm coming from behind
Get you by surprise
No sense in wasting time
Cause the fires still rising



Tough Love

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

Cantucky - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Thanks to my friend Charlie for rocking this collaboration 
more of his music @ https://soundcloud.com/charliewillz
photo by Ashley_Minkus

Supper - Charlie Williams

Combstead (@markcombs-928282858) made this wonderfully whimsical and melodic track and asked me if I felt inspired to put any words to it. I said "yes, defo, if my dream fairies come through with them." And they did ... seems they couldn't wait... which was great ... except that it was at four o'clock this morning! 

Here's what came through:

WORDS:

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown. 
But over the years, I realised .... it was real, it was my loved ones singing me home. 

When the day is dark, and the night is long...in the still, small hours I hear their song.
The road less travelled can be full of stones, but their song makes the journey seem not so long.
When I meet the devil, at the crossing, and I have to choose right, from wrong, 
I follow their attunement, and soon find, that where once I was weak, I am strong 

Now the sun is glowing red, and the shadows growing longer, their song is sounding out... even louder
Rising to a crescendo, as every sacrifice is cheered, every last injury and pain is honoured, 
Pulling me up the steep, craggy pathway of that last mountain I have to climb, 
Until I’m released from the valley of the shadow of death, ruled by Old Father Time. 

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown. 
But over the years ...I've seen that it’s real, and that it’s my loved ones singing me home. 

© Lyrics and vocal, copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2024 
© Music and cover art, copyright Mark Combstead, August 2024

Our Way Home

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

Winding

Reedy