The Wheel

The Wheel (Live)

The Silent Force

Angels

Faster

All lyrics by me, input at AiMusicGen.ai - to generate many demo tunes, editing and covering lyrics results on the fly, to complement the rhythm of the words to the generated beat.  Post-production mixing and mastering on Logic Pro.
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Portrait photo - Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license; at Public Record Office of Victoria, https://prov.vic.gov.au/archive/172D0650-F3A9-11E9-AE98-6B880798658C?image=344  - VPRS 515/P0000, Central Register for Male Prisoners 9186 - 9705 (1872) date, 1872.  
Banner Art - Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license; at State Library Victoria; Pentridge gaol, Author / Creator - Charlier, Jean-Baptiste, 1822-1907, photographer; Date [ca. 1861]; Identifier(s) H36668.  At... https://handle.slv.vic.gov.au/10381/128478
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Lyrics - (some from details of his Prison record, some from contemporary Newspaper reports, and some i just made up, lol.)

[intro]
[guitar]

[verse]
Robbery under arms got seven years; horse stealing, seven more, 
At Sentencing your mother cried out, Harry Power got less chore! 
They told you that your brother died as they led you off the dock, 
and so the punishment began,  
John Doolans’ on that gaolhouse clock.

[verse]
There was a Wild Colonial Boy, to Pentridge was assigned,
a young target from the outset, and so was much maligned 
For he could read and write, unlike most else inside. 
For singing and dancing in his cell, of course, 
Solitary confinement… was generously applied. 

[guitar]

[bridge]
Your family’s petition, it sank without a trace. 
And so against your cell bars your fortitude did brace, 
You learnt to smoke and barter it, and did a good short back and sides, 
and learnt how to shut your mouth, and when you should take sides. 

[guitar]

[verse] 
You wrote family letters for crims and screws alike, 
But now and again you found it a very uphill hike 
and your old self would swell up uncontained -
Two months in irons for threatening with a knife.

[verse]
Four months in irons for trying to dig out of your cell,  
insolence, idleness and scratching on some leather, 
leaving your place in weekly Chapel, well, 
Solitary confinement… was generously applied. 

[guitar]
[instrumental]
[instrumental]
[instrumental]
[outro]

Faster

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