You speak in poetic verses of our days as few know how to do.

you know. life sort of happens. I am not sure there are reasons or fairness or injustice but like you say"join the wrong song club and spill your guts". by the way that club has some great members

Fantastic opening. Poetic and meaningful.  A beauty

Very strange, interesting song. Love the lyrics!

Brilliant song with magical vocals👍👍👍👍

Brilliant write man. Super song too. Love the way you hold your accent in your singing voice. Proper character 🫡🔆 Fair play ▶️

Hey Shane man, love the gentle, delicate melodies in here. Your singing is a real treat, as always, my friend. Way to go here!

Dobré ránko 🫖🌝

Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , guitar , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals

I’ve been listening lately 
To the shite that they play on the radio daily
Nothing quite can excite ,too frothy to sway me 
 It’s all far too light more like coffee than gravy

Where’s all the rock stars gone 
The ones who leave it all in their songs
The ones who grab you by the balls and make you sing along
And I’m not joking , these kids today
Not even smoking all far too gay 
And I mean that in the very best way
That your supposed to use it nowadays 

Ladies and gents I don’t know the answer
We need 4 ill raised scally’s 
Not sixteen shit dancers

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Tell me, folks, what's your recipe?(grilled cheese )
First, lose creativity. (Yes please)
Make it bland for all the sheep
who walk blind through life, superficially. (Not deep)
Take their voice, give 'em words to speak  (thought free)
nor a choice but to hit repeat. ( bought three)
Prey on them 'cause their minds are weak, 
and likely to fork out about a g per seat, (fuck me)
buy your merch, wear it in the street.(ok)
Advertise your shit for free. (No way)
To feel a sense of community
though nothing you say or do is unique.  (Per say )

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Over saturation splitting at the seams
Radio rubbish just don’t appeal to me
Shiny shit , opium for the masses
Not about tunes 
Just folks shaking asses
It’s gone too far to save
Sgt pepper and the walrus turning in their graves

It's so hard for real folks to make love with
all of the noise from this radio rubbish.

Scallies

Song written, sung, produced and engineered by Chris Scheri.
Instrumentation by Chris, Mark, David, Brendan

COULD HAVE STOPPED THIS

(Intro. Instrumental theme )
Walking in the park on a hot Summer night.
Make the best of this - he wants to help.
Walking in the park on a hot Summer's night.
Make the best of this - and help yourself.

But you know
You could have stopped this
could have stopped this
could have stopped this (repeat chorus)

(repeat instrumental theme)
Walking in the park on a hot Summer night
Where's the rest of this? Where are you now?
I'm walking in the park on a hot Summer night
What's the best of this? I need to know the rest of this.
Because I know
I could have stopped this
could have stopped this
could have stopped this
I could have stopped this

Over and Over. It keeps me awake at night.
“Could have stopped this” (background vocals)

Guitar solo.

M8 Just when you think, “Everything's alright.”
Just when you think, “We're under control.”
You trip on a thought and slip into “If Only”
If only I'd known, I would have been there!

There – on a hot Summer night
Your thoughts are everywhere.
Can I still help you?
Walking in the park on a hot Summer night,
You're the best of this!
Oh can you tell me, is there anything
I can still do for YOU?

(Choruses repeat till the end, joined by lead guitar on the
third repeat)
YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THIS

Could Have Stopped This

You Could Have Stopped This

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

Voice of Arka

A New wild ride with my talented friend https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics :-
I wonder what
I was doing
Not a lot
Before all this
I wonder what
Was my calling
Stuck in a rut
Before all this

And day by day
And year by year
It fades away
Becomes unclear

Is this the path I should be on
Now that I'm here

A midnight chancer
A moonlight dancer
A real champagner
An entertainer

Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2025

Before All This

Before All This - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

HOLLOW WHERE MY HEART WAS

Hollow where my heart was
Since I lost my love
There ain’t anybody I think so
Much of
True that I have carried on like I had nothing 
To lose
Hollow where my heart was
Nothing left but blues

HOLLOW where my heart was
Empty is my soul
Love is for the dreamers 
Patching up the hole
Shouldn’t have given my love
Just to watch you go
Hollow where my heart was
Oh I should have known

There ain’t no apology
No words that could console
When you lose a lover
The heartache takes control
Thought we had something going
Thought we were in a roll
Hollow where my heart was
Empty is my soul

Holding back instead of
Letting my feelings show
Shameful inhibition 
No where for love to go
Caught up in recollection 
Times I thought I knew
Hollow where my heart was
Nothing left but blue

There are no apologies 
Or words that could console
When you lose a lover
The heartache takes a toll
Thought we had something going
Thought we were on a roll
Hollow where my heart was
Empty is my soul

HOLLOW WHERE My HEART WAS

New song written by David Cooper and Glen Granthem.

Music and all instruments - Glen Granthem

Vocals - David Cooper

Lyrics - David Cooper

I heard a story many years ago
About a man who didn’t know
What his life was all about
So he just ran around and around

Chorus

Time stood still - He’ll keep on searching
Far and wide - He’ll keep on searching
Up and down - He’ll keep on searching
Round and round - He’ll keep on searching now

Kept on going through the night
Ran across the whole wide world
Didn’t keep his head on straight
Should have listened to what he was told

Chorus

Solo

Chorus

Then one day he realised
What’s been missing all of his life?
Now he listens to what people say
And now he’s found a brand new way

He’s stopped searching - Repeat

Searching (Cooper/Granthem Collaboration)

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCNEjnyJc3w

Soulful Sun

Soulful Sun & Video Link

tomorrow

Well  I’m confused about the modern world, am I hero or villain?
Will the things my daddy taught me leave me in a cell just chilling
Well I’m willing to accept the change as long as daddy gets the blame
Cos I don’t even like the name he gave me
Now I don’t deal with stress that well
It should be daddy in this cell
And if he really loved me then he’d save me
I think that’s the size of this modern life , it’s never at my door
And I feign surprise at all the new lies I swear he’s heard before
Daddy tell em , tell em quick , tell em where you heard that shit
Before they nail my nutsacks to the floor
And I’m only 44
Could you please tell em for me that it’s been your reflected glory that I’ve been far too busy basking in
And from your hearts repository maybe rewrite my history
Tell em how much mummy loved her gin
So come on daddy step up and take the blame 
Don’t it break your heart to see me crying again 

Music and lyrics by Shane

Dads fault

lyrics

I joined
A fight I can't win
When I got with you
And you showed skin

Can't win
Can't win
Can't win

Can't Win

A cover of the classic Rainbow track... with a bit of LotR.  

Temple of the King

This is the 13th track made from my Grandad's poetry.

The others are here👇🏾
https://on.soundcloud.com/7RWUlc4x5lMqOxNecd
🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️

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Tuning 432Hz A Standard
Capo 6

Instruments
-Vocal and acoustic live
-Additonal backing vocal runs x 4
-Acoustic lead
-Acoustic picked rhythm
-Piano played on keys
-Native Flute played on keys
-Lost Reverse Alchemy pad played on keys
-5 String bass
-Marimba played on keys
-Cajon bass & snare played on keys 

To do
-lower bass in mix
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Papa 's notes on the poem are below the poem 🍃🍁🍂❤️
It's another real gem to have and I really adore how laser focused to nature he was.

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Sentenced without Trial (A poem by Bill Stapleton)

The executioner has come to cut thee down.
I know not for what crime.
The human race needs living space
And you have little time.

No counsel for your defence
No witness to your beauty
No guardian of your civil rights
It matters not - you're guilty!

Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

Did no one see you in Springtime
When your buds were awake in bloom
Did no one pass last Autumn
On your golden carpet, strewn

Why don't you run away?
The humans are coming fast
Don't just stand there and be acquired
Your security is past

Dumb innocence give me your seed
And let me away to sow
In some undeveloped land
Where the crocuses can grow.
......
Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

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23 February 1975
Bill says, " A considerable time had lapsed since I had written any poetry probably due to the shock of my heart attack. In fact I was not sure whether I could still do so. It was a great comfort to me therefore to achieve this poem after an elapse of nearly five years.
The theme of civil rights comes from the northern troubles. I got the idea while out for a walk around Silverpine, the lovely little roads now sadly changed by housing development. Many lovely old trees cut down while others await their fate with 'Security' and 'Acquired' boards ignominiously nailed to them.
The last verse is a lesson on how we can co-operate to save the situation by planting a new tree"

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Bill lived for nine more years after writing those words. It's interesting how the health shock effected his creativity and so nice he re-found it. Maybe a nice reminder to use our time well 🔆


I really love the third stanza. "Where are the lovers you shaded?..." Bill is looking at these condemned trees and wondering about the beautiful unconditional love it showed to people who are now no where to be seen when the trees need them. For me this wraps up what I've learned and had confirmed from Papa's poetry. Humans use the planet but get lost in our own pleasure and forget about what actually keeps us alive and what makes this such a wonderful planet to be on and that we do get to share. We share it with all the trees and eachother. We are however the only ones with either the intelligence to save it from ourselves or stay blinded and condemn it like these trees were condemned to their doom. Thanks Papa


This in my opinion is why laws against single use plastics and similar environmental saviours are so important. When idiosy decides to reverse them on a whim and because of only economics the indifference grows collectively and we lose our focus on the tree and the system as a whole. We then also forget that in focusing on the welfare of the tree, we focus on our own welfare. It's easy to forget this when we don't experience a direct relatable suffering however compassion towards the system still has our answers to a smoother future along side our dear tree friends 🫛

Sentenced without Trial

Just a shitty little ditty for no reason whatsoever 

Well as soon as sight restores my eyes
I get out of the bed after several tries
A quick crack of the blind to check the skies 
I must be outta my mind , there’s never no surprise 
But I’m alive i suppose 
Although I thrive as a ghost 
I’m just surviving at most
Confusing highness with hope
But I ain’t claiming I’m broke
When every days the same joke
It’s just the way that I cope
Turning brain cells to smoke 


And now my bowels are made of paper towels and hatred for my sinning 
I’m quite upset I haven’t fixed them yet , but if that’s the price then im winning
And I’m willing to continue on
This thrilling search for better songs
Delivered in a natural style
That withered off there for a while
I’ll promise you I’ll never use
Computers to replace the muse 
I’ll never judge the folk that do 
But subterfuge is like super glue
It sticks like shit and makes a mess 
And never hits like Dylan’s best
This was supposed to be a protest song  
I don’t know where that bloody ghost came from 
It’s just another mostly hopeless one 
The kind that hits the Holy Ghost in one
And writ in shifts between the blunts and bongs
I’ll probably quit now that the goings gone

Shit guitar and pointless musings by me

His highness of hope

Deep house with a soul — poetic, bluesy, and unapologetic.  
A rebel’s groove wrapped in Hammond warmth and desert-night rhythm.  
Where words hit as deep as the bassline.  
Created by H-dMan Such  
#deephouse #blueshouse #rebelsoul #poeticvibes #deepgroove



[ instrumental intro ]

on the way to Reno 

or  tu river Styx? 

you'v meet a lot of people

it was so  awfull creatures mix


some told  you how to do the things

others  would like to steal your fortune

like  crowns  used to steal  your golden ring


you'v started as a no name zero

in the in the middle of the nowhere 

building up your lifelong LEGO 

burning your parents dream.




when tower was high as their expectations 

as their  pink coloured dreams

you kicked it down-

that made  you feel 

your  dreams are still  real 

the dream was real

dream was real

don't repeat others  stupid mistakes 

you can make yourself better ones

how many times you may fell

that life is yours otherwise

your dream can be real

what's real can be dream

forget about stupid people



do not watch all your steps

no good deed will  remine unpunished

so do it whenewer you feel.

Join the club

Harmful if Followed

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