WHAT'S IN YOU
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music

IT'S ALL THE COIN YOU'VE GOT
AND ALL THE LOVING IN ONE HAND
THERE'S A CHANCE TO TAKE THE LOT
UNTILL YOU FIND THE KEY, IT TURNS TO SAND

IF I COULD UNFOLD THIS MYSTERY
THE OLD MAN SAID NOTHING COMES FOR FREE
IT COULD TAKE YOU LIFE, WITH WHAT YOU CHOOSE
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO

WHAT'S IN YOU

SOMEDAY YOU'LL WIN A TRICK IN A HAT
YOU BETTER WISH REEL HARD, IN ONE HAND
IS ALL THE TRUTH TO MUCH
MAY'BE  IT'S ALL, IN TWO HANDS

I GUESS YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT IS TRUE
YOU'VE LOST THE BIGGEST PART OF YOU
IT COULD TAKE YOUR LIFE, WITH WHAT YOU CHOOSE
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO

WHAT'S IN YOU
(break)
IF I COULD UNFOLD THIS MYSTERY
THE OLD MAN SAID NOTHING COMES FOR FREE
IT COULD TAKE YOU LIFE, WITH WHAT YOU CHOOSE
THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO

WHAT'S IN YOU

WHAT'S IN YOU

Uproot Broken Family Tree (Psychedelic Funk Mix)

Some undressed songs off the tape machine..........cheers for having a listen


chaos on my mind, gets hard just to find the time
keep on looking, trying to find a clue
but then again, it's nothing new

hide seek night and day, you see me and look away
grey is raining, deep is blue
but then again, its nothing new

up down white or black, getting healthy heart attack
ink the skin, another bad tattoo

right wrong in or out, get ignored talked about
subscribe or follow, discard or use
but then again, its nothing new
it's nothing new

eyes see colorblind, lock the door, free the mind
paid on time, or overdue

chaos on my mind, gets hard just to find the time
keep on looking, trying to find a clue
but then again, it's nothing new
it's nothing new

It's Nothing New

Original track. Dean on all guitars and vocals

LYRICS
Can't wait no longer for the phone to ring 
When it does, you say you want me for nothing 
Wasting away locked inside these walls 
There's no sound anymore 

The gear is gathering dust
The wolf is by the door 
There's no sound anymore

I'm packing, stacking, filling, moving, doing fine 
Cupboard's full and shelter's mine for now 
Mindless body breaking over time
There's no sound anymore 

Booty's in the bank 
Trinkets fill the floor
There's no sound anymore 

I pass you by and say my world has changed 
Still put finger in the pie sometimes 
I'm speaking but not sure you're listening to me
There's no sound anymore


No Sound

According to St. Bede, Ceolfrith set out from his monastery on 4 June 716, a thursday. Among the things he took with him was an enormous book, a gift he intended to deliver at his earthly destination. The giant book Ceolfrith took with him, now known as Codex Amiatinus, is the oldest surviving, complete Latin Bible in the world.  Ceolfrith took one of the three giant bibles written in the Wermouth monastery, where he was the abbot, as a gift for St Peter’s shrine in Rome. " ... and got on a horse, speeding away from the land of the Angles to the lands where, with a freer and purer spirit for contemplating angels, he might be delivered to Heaven".
On 12 August Ceolfrith "reached the lands of Gaul", where he was received with honour by King Chilperic himself. The party then travelled over land. Ceolfrith went part of the way on horseback and part of the way being carried on a litter, as he was becoming ill. He reached Langres around 9am on 25 September. He died there on 29 September 716.

Recorded in Milan, with Lorenzo Di Biasi (www.sartoria57studio.it/).

As the cover image, I chose the famous miniature that occupies the fifth sheet of the 'Codex Amiatinus', now preserved in the Laurentian Library in Florence.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2024).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, June 28.

Ceolfrith's hopeful journey to Heaven *

Thank you Paul for providing an opportunity to once again explore and collaborate with our musical styles. 
I felt this outcome is so appropriate and reflects the energy of our Olympic moods, individual energies and talents .
-Paul  creating the musical structure and playing Bass, guitar, drums and effects
-Mike on keyboards/melodies.

Olympic Pulse - ft Paul Paploviante

Seems like this is the second track of a jazz album with my humble sax on Hendrik's relaxed composition. Cheers @cosmic-ratzzz !

Lunatics 191 // The Swing Thing // Ratzzz & joerxworx

Are We Artitificial Intelligence?

A dreamy and naive melody unfolds to the rhythm of a waltz, in a minimalist key.

Mini Waltz

'facetious feces'

Insecure.
Sins a blur
when you're livin'
in the fast lane.
Feel no pain,
until you come 
crashing down.
Lasting frowns
seem to stick around 
endlessly. 
No retreat,
until you get
high again.
Bliss.
Heaven.
The cycle it
never ends.
Repeat. 
Repent.
Be careful or
you'll be dead.
Catchin' zeds,
stuck in a bed 
permanently. 
Germinate seeds
of love within yourself. 

Crashing down.
Masking frowns
until I get high again.
Will it end?
Or is this just life?

facetious feces

have a great day

Scottish-Ghanaian multi-instrumentalist- bass, acoustic and electric guitars, keys and drum machine madness!

Uproot Broken Family Tree (Psychedelic Funk Mix)

The Son Of Angela Davis