great track, great vocal and music love it.

Prison

Words and Music by Mark H. Davis
Copyright 2023 by Mark H.  Davis

I’m here
In the land 
Of unforgiveness
Out here
Where no man
Has any business
There’s no air
There’s no hope
Only silence and fear
There's nowhere
I can go
My existence is here

Lonely
You're left with only
Your secret thoughts
Of all the things that you wish you could change
If you could only
Find your way out
From the prison your sin has made

I’m here
In the land 
Of unforgiveness
My tears
On the ground
A silent witness
No judge
No trial
I’m a defenseless man
Crucified by the ones that I love
When I stretch out my hands

Lonely
You're left with only
Your secret thoughts
Of all the things that you wish you could change
If you could only
Find your way out
From the prison your sin has made

Photo credit: 
Ron Lach : https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-bearded-man-inside-the-cell-10473522/

Prison

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Bix Bixler Vocals.  Steinway Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Acoustic Bass. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Alto Saxophone Solo. Piano Steinway Acoustic Piano solo. Drums  Acoustic full kit trap set Brushes & Sticks. Percussion Shimmer tree. Zildjan 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Bix Swings

Swing Talkin Sally

Stupid

'U Got Soul' is inspired by 70s Funk...think Rufus & Chaka Khan.

This groovy number sends out the message that it doesn't matter what happens in your life, good or bad. As long as 'you got soul' then  that's all that matters!

U Got Soul

A few things to say. I composed this song in 1982, fresh from reading of 'War and Peace'. Now I find a certain youthful verbiage in the lyrics, the song (naked and raw) has a 70s style. The recording of voice and guitar (live) is a few years old, rather sloppy, with bad mixing and excessive application of echo in some places.
To try to rescue it from its obvious banality, and to hide some of the errors and flaws, I've been arranging it these days using some vocal sampling as well, hoping to make it somewhat interesting.

Cover image: Louis-François Lejeune, "Visiting a Bivouac on the Eve of the Battle of Austerlitz, 1st December 1805" (1808). Musée de l’Histoire de France, Versailles.

English lyrics (rough translation)

The French counted the stars under Austerlitz
there had never seen so many fires lit in just one night
memories suspended in the winter, as cold as their hands
they had never been so pale, so skinny and far away
the emperor was dreaming or perhaps not sleeping
a woman he was waiting for in that night 
a war that was not waiting for him

the soldiers sang the cannons were silent
inside the chariots at the bottom of the plain 
the stars chased each other
the emperor drank, drank or maybe got drunk
a woman killed that night
a woman who smiled
the drunken emperor was looking
at that woman he did not know
Paris shrouded in a circle of smoke that was moving away

Paris woman dressed in black
Paris bride then already withered
Paris daughter of old Europe
Paris already betrayed
Paris bride dressed in dark
Paris woman then already grown up
Paris daughter of old Europe
Paris already lost

The French counted the wounded under Austerlitz
there had never seen so crosses hung in just one night
Suspended fragments of anger, hot as their hands
they had never been so pale, so alone and far away
the emperor was sleeping now he was dreaming
a woman who appeared that night 
a war that resembled him

the soldiers were silent the cannons smoked
in the hearts and at the bottom of the plain the voices hid 
the emperor drank, he drank now he got drunk
a woman he loved on that night
that woman frightened him
the drunken emperor was looking
that woman he recognised
Paris at the centre of a circle of light that drew closer

Paris woman dressed in white
Paris young frightened bride
Paris mother of new Europe
Paris already betrayed
Paris bride dressed in white
Paris woman then already grown up
Paris mother of new Europe
Paris already lost

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Music and lyrics by Michele Ansani (1982).
Posted on Soundcloud: 2024, July 2.

Austerlitz *

特権階級  privileged class

the wordplay makes sense in UK

PS
The Cobbled Moth does not feel represented by any political party and does not align with any ideology. 

Mamma was an aggressor 
With step daddies mean
They drove him into a nicer place
Now he wants to be clean 
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
Got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone
Dehumanised without credit 
In the social matriarchy 
He's far too aggressive 
He's going down and I know just what the judge means
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
He's got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone
There's always a way out though
A new purpose to find
Other perspectives different meaning
His fathers embraced the grind
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
He's got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone

Nothing Left (rough)

[Verse]
I wrote letters in my mind, they never reached your hands
Every word I thought was a fight against the shame
They built a wall between us with their words
But I heard your heartbeat—I know it still stirs

[Pre-Chorus]
They said the bond was broken, but I still feel it near
An echo of love burning through the fear

[Chorus]
(Faces) lost in a blurry frame
A home I loved, now just a name
I built a bridge, but someone burned it down
I’m here, but you don’t see me around

[Verse]
I saw you waving from a window
But the door never opened for me
Your voice, once safe, now just an echo
Drowning in what someone else said about me

[Pre-Chorus]
They said love was forever, but it feels like a lie
When I stumble in the darkness where my family used to be

[Chorus]
(Faces) lost in a blurry frame
A home I loved, now just a name
I built a bridge, but someone burned it down
I’m here, but you don’t see me around

[Bridge]
Am I a shadow, or is it just a dream?
Can you remember when you held my hand so serene?
I cry to the wind, to every star in the night
Please remember me—I’m the child you left behind

[Chorus]
(Faces) lost in a blurry frame
A home I loved, now just a name
I built a bridge, but someone burned it down
I’m here, but you don’t see me around

[Outro]
I’m here.
Do you see me now?



Lost In A Blurry Frame

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Little Man : Original instrumental track : https://soundcloud.com/user-474544459/there-is-nothing-i-can-do?si=267df7e6dc1b407a8c74d079799cc2de&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Vocals : Courtesy of Frank Zozky : https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23108/from-your-eyes-by-frankzozky-120bpm-house-acapella

Arranged & mixed by @mahan-mahan @ Pahlavi Sound Studios, Los Angeles, California, USA 12/26/2024

Tears May Fall & There's Nothing I Can Do (Little Man & Frank Zozky)

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Greetings.. Thanks for listening..Born in Holland, came to the US when I was 10 years old.. I've Been playing, composing, writing, arranging, recording, mixing, mastering, engineering, producing music of all genres..Playing electric guitar, Slide, Dobro, Nylon Guitar, Bass, Accordion, Flute, Keyboards, Piano, Organ, Synthesizer, Vibraphone, Harmonica, Drums & Percussion since I was 10 years old, self taught.. many different styles and genres to choose from. These songs are the representation of a lifetime's work! 
Superior recordings.. using the best Microphones, Neuman U-87's, Dynamic Microphones, Ribbon Mics, Shure SM-57 & SM-58, and a variety of dynamic and condenser microphones used in these recordings with today's latest software, Pro-Tools, Mastering Labs,  Reaper, Audacity and various hardware and software products from Germany, Australia, France, and various places from all over the globe. 48 Channel Mixing console, Various outboard effect units...Thank you for listening!

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