Old Age is a bitch.....
As this game of truth, slowly fills up with lies
As the happy ever after gets more and more disguised
The inner truth will pull the mind closed tight
As we introduced ourselves to the end of the night
Somedays…
another for the RPM ....Live in the living room
I came to the city
A G D FsharpM A
I CAME TO THIS CITY
I WAS WANTING IT ALL
I CAME TO THIS CITY
TO HAVE MYSELF A BALL
I CAME TO THE CITY TO SHOW THEM HOW WELL THAT I COULD SING
I CAME…
another for the RPM ....Live in the living room
I came to the city
A G D FsharpM A
I CAME TO THIS CITY
I WAS WANTING IT ALL
I CAME TO THIS CITY
TO HAVE MYSELF A BALL
I CAME TO THE CITY TO SHOW THEM HOW WELL THAT I COULD SING
I CAME…
another for the RPM ....Live in the living room
I came to the city
A G D FsharpM A
I CAME TO THIS CITY
I WAS WANTING IT ALL
I CAME TO THIS CITY
TO HAVE MYSELF A BALL
I CAME TO THE CITY TO SHOW THEM HOW WELL THAT I COULD SING
I CAME…
A collab with Tod from the other side....Thanks Tod..... i'm responsible for the waffle & lead ....Thanks for listening
Drink the whiskey
The earth has burned nothing here will grow
It’s just a dust bowl and earth as hard as bone
There…
Old Age is a bitch.....
As this game of truth, slowly fills up with lies
As the happy ever after gets more and more disguised
The inner truth will pull the mind closed tight
As we introduced ourselves to the end of the night
Somedays…
Old Age is a bitch.....
As this game of truth, slowly fills up with lies
As the happy ever after gets more and more disguised
The inner truth will pull the mind closed tight
As we introduced ourselves to the end of the night
Somedays…
Old Age is a bitch.....
As this game of truth, slowly fills up with lies
As the happy ever after gets more and more disguised
The inner truth will pull the mind closed tight
As we introduced ourselves to the end of the night
Somedays…
Old Age is a bitch.....
As this game of truth, slowly fills up with lies
As the happy ever after gets more and more disguised
The inner truth will pull the mind closed tight
As we introduced ourselves to the end of the night
Somedays…
OH YEAH
SOON AS YOUR BORN YOUR MADE TO FEEL SMALL
THEY TAKE YOUR TIME INSTEAD OF GIVE YOU IT ALL
THE FRUSTRATION THE PAIN YOU FEEL
NO ONE SEES IT SO IT CAN’T BE REAL
THEY CONTROL YOU AT HOME AND AT SCHOOL
THEY SEND YOU CRAZY WITH SO…
OH YEAH
SOON AS YOUR BORN YOUR MADE TO FEEL SMALL
THEY TAKE YOUR TIME INSTEAD OF GIVE YOU IT ALL
THE FRUSTRATION THE PAIN YOU FEEL
NO ONE SEES IT SO IT CAN’T BE REAL
THEY CONTROL YOU AT HOME AND AT SCHOOL
THEY SEND YOU CRAZY WITH SO…
OH YEAH
SOON AS YOUR BORN YOUR MADE TO FEEL SMALL
THEY TAKE YOUR TIME INSTEAD OF GIVE YOU IT ALL
THE FRUSTRATION THE PAIN YOU FEEL
NO ONE SEES IT SO IT CAN’T BE REAL
THEY CONTROL YOU AT HOME AND AT SCHOOL
THEY SEND YOU CRAZY WITH SO…
OH YEAH
SOON AS YOUR BORN YOUR MADE TO FEEL SMALL
THEY TAKE YOUR TIME INSTEAD OF GIVE YOU IT ALL
THE FRUSTRATION THE PAIN YOU FEEL
NO ONE SEES IT SO IT CAN’T BE REAL
THEY CONTROL YOU AT HOME AND AT SCHOOL
THEY SEND YOU CRAZY WITH SO…
Just got my system up again after several hardware upgrade conflicts, and a move to California.
Been thinking about changing this songs ending for a while, finally getting around to it. Good to post here again!
Cheers,
Reef
Hope your settling in well it sure sounds like you are ... still wish I could have escaped and met up with you in London that time which seems way back now .... ps don't sell the Gibson
"Castaway of Love" is a song by Brian, one of our guitar players who until now has been shy about sharing his talent. When he told me the title of this song I was expecting a 1920's style megaphone crooner melody, but was happily surprised by…
Here is the latest Coffee Table Recording. We gave ourselves 2 1/2 hours to pick a topic, write the song, and record it. It was GREAT FUN!
I left the pre bantar in just so you could get a feel of the "mood of the room".
Brett - Flatop…
One of the other band members found these reel-to-reel recordings of when our band (Sound Sensations Exhibit featuring vocals by Duke "Bubba Blues" Sakon), first was going big in 1967. Old style reel-to-reels sat in his basement for over 40 years…
Here's the second song I recently decided to do with a studio recording from one I wrote and posted here a while ago as a purely vocal version. It's one of my favorites.... I hope you'll enjoy it too
Singing In The Silence
Verse 1:
Singing…
Well here's my contribution to the Pirate challenge from Robert Palomo. I think you'll agree it was time to call it a night on this one, but it was a lot of fun writing and recording it! Hope it gives you a chuckle or two.
Why Do Parrots…
Geas sent me this tune for National talk like a pirate a day so we took it down the cellar and luckily Robert Newton was down there so we got him up on the stage and got him to do this little number......Hoping Yee enjoy eye arrh…
Some tunes require you to be very lonely, or maybe the loneliness itself needs us to play things of this kind? Clean lines and minimalism: are they confront whether to the joy and exuberance of colorful life, or we need them for to see the joy…
Wishes
The music is from my Wildgeas 2016 RPM effort
I'm trying to vocalize them. :)
Lyrics
Across the desert
look to the sky
Sundancer and some clouds roll by
My oh my, said my oh my
If wishes were like horses
Tumbleweeds and…
Some tunes require you to be very lonely, or maybe the loneliness itself needs us to play things of this kind? Clean lines and minimalism: are they confront whether to the joy and exuberance of colorful life, or we need them for to see the joy…
Calling out for his dog"Monty! Monty! Monty??" realising he's not coming back. A cold shiver of loneliness runs through his body, he stands in the light of the dawn on the edge of the wood feeling shaken. Now everything he loved has gone. He put his hand into his pocket takes out his pipe, lights it and considers the Condor moment .........
Comments on thetworegs's stuff
freaking amazing
nice fuzzzzzz
i want some. brother got soul
nice garage punk feel. great words too.
Hey, yeah, this is sort of a collective thumbs up to your stuff from this year. Soundin' very good, keep it up, Reg!
Great song. Lots of emotion here. Your voice is so awesome!
great tune regs. ...perhaps you need a new city, say LA or closer to me in San Fran! Dont let the dirty bastards get you down! Cheers Brotha!
Great!!!
Wow . . . . That got my blood pumping! Replay ................................................
super dynomite
Great writing and vocals. I feel the madness and unsettledness in the scratchy guitar part.
so cheery and bright!
Great lyrics!!! We're all getting older that's sure. Another amazing song. Thanks for some inspiration to get writing again
No ‘bit’ of zep here at all. This is a full hot tamale of led zed. Period end. Delicious !!
Great tune
Great tune Reg. cheers!
very cool Merry Christmas mate
Great Song
Awesome lyrics!!! Great song here !
Never disappointed, fun!
Comments made by thetworegs
Hope your settling in well it sure sounds like you are ... still wish I could have escaped and met up with you in London that time which seems way back now .... ps don't sell the Gibson
Fab!!
I'm a fan.....
its sounds good now..... yooooowl!!
Brian should write more....
love the banter at the start....that wine really worked....
Loving the guitars ...
Who would have thought a psychedelic pirate song .... Love it !!
Enjoyed !!
the guest was right Fab!!!
Just beautiful Colleen ... Great recording too
Funkerliscious!!! Good to have a bit of Funk added to my day again ...
"Cause I feed yah pieces of eight me darling ".... A right proper vocal too me hearty !
Loving thAt double vocal at the beginning ... I'm sat here listening to the wind blow
ooh Arrh heres one from a while back for Pirate day....
Nice song ...
Sitting alone the bottle empty .... The glass not even half empty ... He hit record on the player and listen to the loneliness and suddenly felt cold
Great to hear you again Geas
loving it Chris
Calling out for his dog"Monty! Monty! Monty??" realising he's not coming back. A cold shiver of loneliness runs through his body, he stands in the light of the dawn on the edge of the wood feeling shaken. Now everything he loved has gone. He put his hand into his pocket takes out his pipe, lights it and considers the Condor moment .........