I hope. I may have posted them here before, there is a rough draft with me doing the vocals, but we have a better singer in mind for the final draft if she bites. I'll post the link when it's live. I think this is gonna give Neil Young a run for his money. I wrote it as a folk tune, but one of my partners in crime (My flat mate, who is also the sound and recording engineer.) is turning it into a conglomeration of different parts that are gonna rock a lot harder than I could have imagined.

REVOLUTION'S FIRE

Don't tell me that I own myself.
It's a lie, it just ain't true.
There's always someone tellin' me
What I can't do,
And what I gotta do.
Can't die, if I want to,
Can't get high, if I want to,
And I can't get no respite!

Go to hell with your damn credit cards,
Go to hell with your fast new cars.
I am what I am, not what I own,
Don't need fancy toys, or a big fat house.
Don't need to slave for society.
I don't need them, and they don't need me.
Just wanna walk away. Wanna be free.

Leave the fur on the animals,
The metal in the ground!
Give me clean water, and air I can't see,
And give me the right to call myself free.
Wanna stop whorin' 'self to the company.
I wanna walk away from my car.
Wanna climb mountains, wanna see far.
Wanna spend time with the two I love,
Without watchin' that damn clock above.
Wanna play music, wanna write songs,
Wanna paint pictures, and make you think.
Wanna show you the light;
Take you to heights;
Where maybe, you can see what's right.

If I get sick, don'' wanna waste my life
Payin' crazy bills, and livin' in strife.
Rather shoot myself, then go on
Payin for life, better worth gone.

Gotta fight the damn traffic,
Pay outrageous rent,
Work sixty-hour weeks,
Just so we can eat.
Indentured servant to the government,
And my "voluntary" job,
Which I don't really want,
But am trapped in, for need.

(Continued)
The way life is,
Makes a kid a ball an' chain.
Can't spend no time with it,
It's just another drain.

Hey I'm gonna fight back,
Cross the line, real far.
I'll only play a used guitar.
I'll never own a brand new car,
And I'll never have a credit card.
Never had a kid, or a golden chain.
I ain't here for society's gain.
Got a loaded gun by the door,
For when I don'' wanna take this shit no more.

HOKA HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Who knows? We might put all of my more serious songs out, if there's time. I've got a small collection. Oh, I might as well post the link to the book series, too. Not perfect, but it doesn't cost anything, so if you want to read a crazy phantasy of the 'autobiography' of an Irish 'death god', here it is again:

https://vergilxanon1.blogspot.com/?view=flipcard

I segmented it by section on the blog, so it's not so hard to deal with anymore, as it was in the past. And the tale gets quite racy in areas, so it's not meant for the munchkins; ifn ya get my drift. ;O)