Name: Hungry by Wayne Johnson in Incumbent (2023)
Duration: 2 min 40 s
Description: Somewhere supposedly supine, it's supper time. For the first time this millennium, a partial reunion of The Wozzers. Since Wozzer Steve demanded we pay our respects to the most talented members of the band; Wozzer Ron and his leather craft and Wozzer Taps and his key craft, on this occasion we are the Zzers. If the spell check had its way, we'd be woozier.

Very cool skiffly vibe in this! Genre defying and intriguing.

Songs written and recorded in 2022 and 2023

Incumbent (2023)

Calm

Pinch a peck of pizzicato here and there, piano and piccolo... where?

As If By Design

Out there in the garden dark shadows aware
Mourning guild mischief where fate lies left bare
Out there in the garden don’t look away

You could be the prey

Out There In The Garden

Tonsatta dikter av min farfar Axel Alfredsson.
Handlar om hans tid i USA, dit han emigrerade 1912-1921
Låtarna på Svenska handlar i huvudsak om hans tid i Sverige och de övriga fem låtarna på engelska om hans tid i USA bl.a. med mötet med Joe Hill.
Detta är ett projekt tillsammans med mina söner, där Anton Alfredsson producerat och Axel Alfredsson spelar bas. Konvolut är designat av Moa Grundvik Ördell

02. Höstnatt

Somewhere supposedly supine, it's supper time. For the first time this millennium, a partial reunion of The Wozzers. Since Wozzer Steve demanded we pay our respects to the most talented members of the band; Wozzer Ron and his leather craft and Wozzer Taps and his key craft, on this occasion we are the Zzers. If the spell check had its way, we'd be woozier.

Hungry

It's twelve midday in Greenwich. A mean time indeed. Thanks to Rob Ellis for his pulsing bass playing and backing vocal; keeping the track on the rails.

GMT Distractions

The wacky adventures of Inspector Looso - New Fetchflix TV Show

soundcloud.com/user-461764443/sets/the-wacky-adventures-of

Mr.Peter Pencil, which is well known for his blue suit and lizard pin, vanished during a business trip somewhere in Italy. His mistress Penny Pen was desperate and called the police to investigate. Young Inspector Looso was assigned to this case by his boss hoping this investigation would sharpen his skills. Looso took charge of this case as if he was one of the Raiders of the lost Pencil. Will young Inspector Looso be able to find Mr.Pencil. Let’s hope Mr.Pencil was not violently erased from the surface of the earth?

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.”

Music: Syrel
Photography: Syrel (Mr. Pencil as found in the Castello di San Giorgio in Mantova, Italy)
Sculpture: L’Artista invisibile. Lucio and Peppe Perone
 
Musical Notes: Should I be embarrassed that I borrowed to so many composers. Nope. But you may recognize Lorne, Hans, John, Sergey, Pyotr, Maurice and many others. I had so much fun making this pastiche ;o)

Finding Mr.Pencil

Music by Nick Rangel.
©Nick Rangel 2024
From the album – Inconclusive

The Last Train (Ready Mix)

Every smile feels like a knife, 
Cutting deep into this life 
The masks that we wear, 
They suffocate our minds. 
I’m drowning in this restless sea 
Of agony thats arrested me 
I live defined defensively 
Forming a violient propensity 
Beneath the surface rage ignites
In a Cage of bright white neon lights 
So let those who just don’t know me judge
Cuz in the end I just don’t give a fuck

Continuity 
Continuity 
Continuity rolls forth like waves
Like waves

Calamity is a comedy
And you’re laughing yourself dead
The mental wherewithal 
Has you shaking your fucking head 
A delicacy you’ve taken from me
A scene is serene if you leave it to be
Feeding the seed til you’re leaving the tree
A feeling so free like you needed to be

The masks that we wear
They suffocate our minds

Waves

The Top Floor

Black.

BLACK #  3 (Mastered With Aurora At 100pct) Gene Jumper, ( Original )

what now, little man?

51 years on the chain gang, tell me
how did that work out for you?
nobody said it would be easy,
I'll admit I sometimes play the fool
your sole desire was to fit in
it started at the beginnin'
when you mistook direction
for a fateful dose of deception

what now, little man, what now
what now, little man, and how?
 ... confusion!

bitterness where you once had style
now you're trying hard to forget
after an inch, y' gave them a mile
n' just what did you expect?
they're asking for an acrobat
for one who bends and will not crack
you did not have to answer that
you took the bait n' can't give it back

51 years, are you not impressed
just short of amazing,
'little more, maybe less

what now,  little man, what now
what now, my brother, and how?
... confusion!

n' those who would sell you the cure
are the same who are making you sick

you sold yourself too short

__________________________________

rightly

what now, little man?

Came & Went

at the magic pond

My father planted these forgetmenot before about 25 years and they are still in the garden.

I will never forget my parents

A sea song for the sea season. About wine, whine and waterways. Rob Ellis on bass; he understands how to make things flow. 

Sat inside a bay window 
Waiting for the sun
Well read and wine for company.

The world outside is set aside
A moored boat in the bay
And yet again we seem to be at sea.

Little did we know what happened then
And yet again it is happening.

The rising tide a supine glide 
To strangers on the shore - bilk it Acker
Claret and a clarinet in hand.

The opaque sky like annahide
Enshrouds what’s yet to come
The nightfall is when we turn to sand.

Little did we know what happened then
And yet again it is happening.

We turn away pretend to pray
Unseen behind closed eyes
Afraid that the truth will make us blind.

Hungry

Wayne Johnson

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