Written/Produced by Ben George and Age of Iguana

Ben George- Guitar, vox
Chris Taranto- Guitar
Bernard Hickey- Bass
Hans Waldmann- Keys, Backuo vox, Tamborine
Aiden Smith- Drums

Recorded by Richard Putnam and Age of Iguana at Reverie studios Coburg

Mixed and mastered by Simon Polinski at Laundry goat studios

Satellites

Up beat rock song with vocal harmonies and crunchy guitars

Ride On

crosswinds, when they blow
gonna blow too hard
catch you off-guard
some friends just say no
when you lean too hard
when it gets too dark

running around this playground town
i seen things that never were meant to be
pull it inside you, suck it up
and shut the door

baby, look at you
you grown so tall
now you wanna see it all
maybe, right on cue
time for a big fall
then you gonna blow it all

heading on down this playground down
so much potential, how far you gonna go?
savour this moment just before
the crosswind blow

well i've seen them blow before
three times or maybe more
baby i ain't joking, listen to my voice
when crosswind blow for you
the only thing to do is hunker down
there's no other choice

crosswinds, they have blown
air gone calm now
open this door now
things ain't quite the same
different space now
gotta find somehow

in and around this playground town
some way to hustle, the things you gonna need
if you can read how crosswind blow
you won't grieve

Crosswinds

A chilly danceable groove song about chillin at the beach. Stripped down 4 piece combo playing featuring piano, bass, drums, and guitar. Breaks at :55(ish 😁)and 1:55(ish). No loops, no fake ass b.s. Real instruments, real playing. 
Get a cold drink, sit in the shade, go jump in the ocean! Like, share, subscribe!
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Beach Chillin

Beach Chillin - Defiantbutterfly

Mark C., Mark B., and Jim R. sharing a musical story.  Interpret this one as you will.

The Fall of An Empire

The Fall of Saigon asked to add a vocal to our tune and we welcomed him to do so. The original wasn’t written with vocals in mind so we figured it was going to be a tricky thing to do. The Fall of Saigon worked his descriptive lyrics in very well, capturing the spirit of being calm and optimistic in a hurricane. 

Hear more from The Fall of Saigon: https://soundcloud.com/thefallofsaigon

\m/ Love Music and Stay Safe <3

Credits:
Rebecca Williams - bass, percussion, synths, production. 
Andrea Pierantoni - guitars, production. 
Lyrics & Vocals - The Fall of Saigon
Mixing and mastering by Andrea at Never Enough Cowbell Studios. 
Cover art by Rebecca.
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Lyrics:

Le ciel, assoupi,
Lentement a noirci.
Se lève le vent,
Avant l'ouragan

Tu peux t'affoler.
Lentement perdre pied.
Mais peu importe le temps,
Tu restes sur l'estran.

Les arbres embrasés
S'effondrent à tes pieds.
Garde ton attention.

Les vagues déchainées
Veulent te submerger.
Elles crient même ton nom.

Elles veulent te submerger.
Te submerger.
Elles crient même ton nom.

Voilà, tout est passé.
Tes larmes ont séché.
Serein à présent,
Face à l'ouragan.

Le ciel, obscurci,
Maintenant, s'éclaircit.
Les arbres foudroyés,
Te servent de trophée.

~ 2022 Guillaume Pognon

Sky, asleep,
Slowly blackened.
The wind rises,
Before the hurricane

You can panic.
Slowly losing your footing.
But no matter the weather,
You stay on the foreshore.

Burning trees
Collapse at your feet.
Keep your attention.

The raging waves
Want to overwhelm you.
They even shout your name.

They want to overwhelm you.
Overwhelm you.
They even shout your name.

That's it, everything has passed.
Your tears have dried.
Serene now,
Facing the hurricane.

The sky, darkened,
Now clears up.
Shattered trees,
Serve as a trophy.

An Optimist In A Hurricane (feat. The Fall Of Saigon)

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Minimum

Released originally in 2019 on Suburban Bicycle Gang's debut album Soft Balls Are Too Hard.

Suburban Bicycle Gang - Cowards Heart

Slow day.
The holes in the clouds makes the 
dream fade.
The pills will not solve it.
No weekday.
Can ever replace the way friday. 
Can transform your world.
Oh, there's a girl.
A pain in your rib cage.
Is all.

Mind-frame.
Is not looking upwards in cold space.
Unravelling as you freeze in place.
The clock keeps on ticking.
You're blown away.
Out from the whirl.
Oh, there's a girl. a millstone you carry is all.

A down day.
Not looking outward but in.
Waste on the table is blown away. 
Can't make the connection between states.
Put on your act.
For the girl. 
She's all you have left in this world.

Oh, a fugue state.
Another enchantment is laid to waste.
Stare in the mirror.
Confused face,
Staring back outwardly fine.
What's mine is mine.
And the girl?
Becomes all-encompassing.




Slow Day

Paroles :
ma chère Carla, je t'écris cette lettre
car ... je devrais passer quelques temps à l'ombre
Qu'ai je fait ? Pas grand chose ...
J'ai liquidé le peuple Lybien pour ma propre gloire
Alors je te dis : ciao, Carla


Ciao Carla

Lost and Never Found

musician, song writer and producer based in Scotland. Played and written for years but never released anything. Recently started going through my old material, rerecording and releasing them. Will cover lots of genres....eventually. Bear with me 

Ride On

The Jim Jones Project