“Death Does Not Come Humble” by Entering Another added to Featured Playlist

“Death Does Not Come Humble” by Entering Another added to Featured Playlist

Indie Music

Death Does Not Come Humble
By Entering Another

Death Does Not Come Humble Lyrics

Verse 1

Death does not come humble, it arises,
a lion, unsettles air, a condor,
it springs from the ocean, canonizes,
like a dolphin cutting the sea’s top door.

Chorus

Mount the back of this graceful, forgiving beast,
for you are the greatest,
for you are the least,
for you are the least.

Verse 2

Don’t lay in fear, the Receptor, don’t deny
This last expression of the breathing.
Death does not come forward to humble you,
It arises, an animal, freeing.

Chorus

Mount the back of this graceful, forgiving beast,
for you are the greatest,
for you are the least,
for you are the least.

Guitar solo

Verse 3

Humble is not the stance for you to take,
in front of this animal of great hope,
only a lack of understanding makes
you hesitate, a need to interlope.

Chorus

Mount the back of this graceful, forgiving beast,
for you are the greatest,
for you are the least,
for you are the least.

for you are the greatest,
for you are the least.

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“Physics, Not Metaphysics” added to Smooth & Laid-Back Indie Rock on Spotify

“Physics, Not Metaphysics” added to Smooth & Laid-Back Indie Rock on Spotify

Indie Music

Physics, Not Metaphysics
By Entering Another
From the album Physics, Not Metaphysics
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Physics, Not Metaphysics Lyrics

Verse 1

Gods, gods, and more gods,

Plentiful as a field of clods,

Neanderthals had thunder gods,

Egyptians liked two thousand gods,

Faith is the only thing,

I said, faith is the only thing,

To narrow down the odds.

I said, to narrow down the odds.


Chorus

Knowing the Afterlife has always been the goal;

We simply don’t have microscopes,

And we don’t have telescopes,

To truly detect the human soul.

May take centuries

to get the specifics,

‘Cause I’m sure it’s Physics,

not Metaphysics.


Short Instrumental


Verse 2

Gods, gods, and more gods,

Are many of them only frauds?

Moses had the one true God,

Hindus still have a million gods.

Faith is the only thing,

I said, faith is the only thing,

To narrow down the odds.

I said, to narrow down the odds.

Instrumental — guitar


Chorus

Knowing the Afterlife has always been the goal;

We simply don’t have microscopes,

And we don’t have telescopes,

To truly detect the human soul.

May take centuries

to get the specifics,

‘Cause I’m sure it’s Physics,

not Metaphysics.


Instrumental — guitar


Bridge

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Gods, gods, all over the place,

None of them much fun.

Gods, gods, all over the place,

Every generation

Figures out

How to shock

The prior one.

 

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Gods, gods, all over the place,

None of them much fun.

Gods, gods, all over the place,

Every generation

Figures out

How to shock

The prior one.

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

Oh, oh, what you going to do?

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Mountain Switchback Lyrics by Lonesone Train

Mountain Switchback Lyrics by Lonesone Train

Alternative Country

Mountain Switchback   Listen on Spotify
It’s not easy being a working band on the road. Indeed the singer sings “it’s hard to be the perfect band.” There are many distractions, but the worse of all is when they’re playing, and a beautiful woman on the dance floor breaks into a frenetic dance.
Mountain Switchback
(Gibson/Bates/Kelley 2017)

Verse 1
Set them up,
Tear them down,
Electric blowup,
Always out of town,
Tempo speedup,
Alcohol slowdown.

Sometimes it’s a chore
To be the perfect band,
Only one thing rattles us more,
Just one thing to jolt us more . . . .

Chorus
And there she is,
More and more,
Exploding on
The dance floor,
Short, young woman
In halter top and
Tight blue jeans,
And she won’t stop,
By all means,
Tight blue jeans
Diamond in her belly,
Whiff of apple jelly,
Red tat on her
Ankle . . . .
She gives her
Leg a smack,
Lord, more curves than
A Mountain Switchback.

Instrumental

Verse 1
Set them up,
Tear them down,
Electric blowup,
Always out of town,
Tempo speedup,
Alcohol slowdown.

Sometimes it’s a chore
To be the perfect band,
One thing rattles us more,
One thing to jolt us more . . . .

Chorus
And there she is,
More and more,
Exploding on
The dance floor,
Short, young woman
In halter top and
Tight blue jeans,
And she won’t stop,
By all means,
Tight blue jeans
Diamond in her belly,
Whiff of apple jelly,
Red tat on her
Ankle . . . .
She gives her
Leg a smack,
Lord, more curves than
A Mountain Switchback.

Back In The Hills
On ode to country living.
Back In The Hills
(Gibson/Bates/Kelley 2017)

Verse 1
Way back in the Hills
Find them sit’n around,
Doing what they know they do best,
Not too many people,
Know what they do,
That’s where they go to kick it back and rest.

Chorus
No, you don’t need to worry about a neighbor,
Don’t need to pick up a telephone,
Don’t worry about being loud,
Or fighting the big city crowd,
Way back in the hills you’re all alone.
Yeah, think what you want, I call it home.

Verse 2
Away from the smog,
Smelling cows and hogs,
To me that’s what I call fresh air,
Some go there to write,
Others to spend the night,
The closest thing to a city is a county fair.

Chorus
No, you don’t need to worry about a neighbor,
Don’t need to pick up a telephone,
Don’t worry about being loud,
Or fighting the big city crowd,
Way back in the hills you’re all alone.
Yeah, think what you want, I call it home.

Instrumental

Verse 3
Yeah, back in the Hills,
Laying in a field,
In a country sky you can see a lot more stars,
Try it in the city,
You’ll find it such a pity,
Laying on the concrete, dodging cars.

Chorus
No, you don’t need to worry about a neighbor,
Don’t need to pick up a telephone,
Don’t worry about being loud,
Or fighting the big city crowd,
Way back in the hills you’re all alone.
Yeah, think what you want, I call it home.

Instrumental

Chorus
No, you don’t need to worry about a neighbor,
Don’t need to pick up a telephone,
Don’t worry about being loud,
Or fighting the big city crowd,
Way back in the hills you’re all alone.
Yeah, think what you want, I call it home.

“Inside Your Mind” by Carina T added to Indie Rock Playlist

“Inside Your Mind” by Carina T added to Indie Rock Playlist

Female Singers

Inside Your Mind
By Carina T
From the album Inside Your Mind
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Nowadays, people are unwilling to express their true feelings as they are afraid of becoming vulnerable. Also, because of pressure by the mainstream media, people are sometimes too focused on the physical side of relationships and do not care about what matters the most: feelings and being human and kind (basically, what’s inside our minds). This song criticises the overrated physical side of superficial relationships.

Inside Your Mind has been added to Indie Rock at Curators Playlist playlist by Wardco Studios.

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Lyrics:
So you think you got me hooked
Maybe you’re wrong
And if you think I’m going mad
Well, maybe you’re right

You may think you’re very sweet
That’s your perception
You’re just a captive of your ego
And you just don’t know

What do you care?
You act like me I’m not there
You touch but you don’t feel
Who the hell am I to you?

Take me there, take me
Inside your mind
Take me there, take me
To the place I’ve never been

I thought you were different
Maybe I was wrong
You know, you’re not that special
And that’s alright

What do you care?
You act like me I’m not there
You touch but you don’t feel
Who the hell am I to you?

Take me there, take me
Inside your mind
Take me there, take me
To the place I’ve never been

Is there a reason for keeping me aside?
Are you just afraid of what you’re hiding within?

Songwriters: Rui Providencia and Carina Teixeira
Lyrics: Rui Providencia and Carina Teixeira
Producers: James Arter
Mixing and Mastering: James Arter
Special Thanks: Luis Varela (Production credits)

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Creating Chant #68

Creating Chant #68

Chill

Creating Chant #68
Jeremy showed up at the studio one day, saying he thought of a great melody on the way here. We recorded just him and his guitar. I said it sounded like a chant. Within a half hour I came up with the lyrics, and in a three-hour session we had the whole song mapped out. Tommy Kelly is the singer, Jeremy Bates playing guitars, Tommy Whiteman on drums, and Matt Blocher playing keyboards Chant #68 came into being.

Chant #68 Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey
We’re in the world
Hey, hey, hey
of many dances.

Hey, hey, hey
Living the life
Hey, hey, hey
of many trances.
Here we go . . .

Hey, hey, hey
Climbing a tree
Hey, hey, hey
Of many branches.

Hey, hey, hey
It’s all about
Hey, hey, hey
Our frail chances.
Here we go . . .

Hey, hey, hey
We’re in the world
Hey, hey, hey
of many dances.

Hey, hey, hey
Living the life
Hey, hey, hey
of many trances.

Hey, hey, hey
Something about the future:

Hey, hey, hey
It always reaches into the past.

Here we go:

Hey, hey, hey
Something about the future:

Hey, hey, hey
It always reaches into the past.
Here we go now:

Chant #68 can be found at the following links:

Ward Kelley owner of Wardco Studios Bio
Ward Kelley has seen his stories and poems appear in hundreds of journals worldwide. He is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee whose publication credits include such journals as: Plainsongs, Karamu, Another Chicago Magazine, Strange Horizons, Spillway, GSU Review, Rattle, The Chaffin Journal, Midstream, Zuzu’s Petals, Ginger Hill, Sunstone, Pif, Whetstone, Melic Review, Thunder Sandwich, Potpourri and Skylark. The recipient of the Nassau Review Poetry Award for 2001, Kelley is also the author of “histories of souls,” a poetry collection, and he has an epic poem, “comedy incarnate” on CD and CD ROM.

Kelley holds a Masters of Creative Writing. He published two novels “Divine Murder” and “Keenly Alive, Tony.” He also published two management theory books, “Warehouse Productivity” (2005Distribution Group, New York NY), and “Zen of Warehouse Management” (2005Distribution Group, New York NY), under the name Pat Kelley.

“Angels, Don’t Weep” by Clay Souls added to Currently Featured at Curators Playlist on Spotify

“Angels, Don’t Weep” by Clay Souls added to Currently Featured at Curators Playlist on Spotify

Folk rock

Angels, Don’t Weep
By Clay Souls
From the album Man of Clay

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Lyrics
Angels, Please Don’t Weep
(Gibson/Carpenter/Kelley 2017)

Chorus
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Please don’t weep,
Please don’t weep,
I’m just a poor man
Who’s usually in deep,
Struggling to be a good man.
Oh Angels,
Please don’t weep.

Verse 1
I get up, but always fall back down,
Still, I’ll never stop trying
So I’m here, waiting to be found,
Sometimes praying, but mostly crying.

Chorus
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Please don’t weep,
Please don’t weep,
I’m just a poor man
Who’s usually in deep,
Struggling to be a good man.
Oh Angels,
Please don’t weep.

Verse 2
If I could only hold your faces,
Explain what it’s like to be me,
I know you’d find me places,
Where I can always be free.

Chorus
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Please don’t weep,
Please don’t weep,
I’m just a poor man
Who’s usually in deep,
Struggling to be a good man.
Oh Angels,
Please don’t weep.

Bridge
Angels, angels, save me!
I hope you forgave me,
There’s a true ‘brave me’
Who needs you to save me!

Instrumental

Chorus
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Oh, Angels,
Please don’t weep,
Please don’t weep,
I’m just a poor man
Who’s usually in deep,
Struggling to be a good man.
Oh Angels,
Please don’t weep.

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