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Eve's Peacock

by Pandev

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No Lyrics worth mentionnong...
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Soldier Blues, in a dale of passion Winds of thunder, as the shells are crashin’ Never calming down The Gods of war wear a smile not a frown Contemplating The flood of blood over the mud feeding the bud of hatred in which we all will drown Billy’s not a hero, he’s just a poor old cockney Sent to give his life for the leaders’ glory Coffins comin’ home from the glorious battlefields At Caporreto, Galicia, Gallipoli and Ypres Verdun, Chemin des Dames, Tannenberg, and Jutland Neuve Chapelle, Messines, Passchendaele and the Aisne Arras and the Marne a Taxi to Beyond… A war to end wars, lies fed they’re all yours!
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To Old Times 05:15
So here we are old friend, back where we began Goin’ at it again, doin’ the best we can So let’s just sing… So let’s just play, each note showing the way Voices have cracked, arthritic fingers play Songs from way back, from a younger day Let’s have a glass of wine… Let’s have a glass of wine, to toast to old times I wanna close my eyes and have the music tickle my heart Feel the notes fly by my ears whispering their art Starry, starry nights Days of America Dreamin’ of spotlights In fits of acromania… Slow it down, you’re movin’ way to fast Gotta make the mornin’, the day and the evenin’ last Let’s have a glass of wine… Let’s have a glass of wine, to toast to old times I wanna close my eyes and have the music tickle my heart Feel the notes fly by my ears whispering their art Starry, starry nights Days of America Dreamin’ of spotlights In fits of acromania…
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A hurricane, ain’t no moonshine on River Creek Clouds dancin’ like the Devil’s mane Salt water creepin’ up to yer feet Muscle Shoals is flooded, ain’t a note than can break free ‘Cept the scream of the winds howlin’ in from the sea Nowhere to hide, no escapin’ the rising tide Power is out and the lines are down Isolatin’ every little country town Boarded Windows and locked doors Won’t stop the water seepin’ in through the floorboards People huddled in town halls Waitin’ for the winds and waters to fall Wonderin’ how long this one will last Ain’t their first hurricane and by far it ain’t their last Oceans are up, ice caps meltin’ down Currents run amok As many jewels in Lucifer’s crown Greed and unconsciousness both are faring well Drivin’ the whole world and damin’ it to hell People huddled in town halls Waitin’ for the winds and waters to fall Why can’t Power feel their pain Without action it’ll happen again and again and again…
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You wake up in the morning and you roll out of bed You're already at the office when the mist leaves your head Is this what it all means Or is there more to it, more than it seems Monday to Friday there just ain't nothing else You're so fed-up, you wish you're somebody else Change how life goes With new friends a new car a new life a new nose Here we go again Back where we began It's gotta end or we'll just keep on going, going round the bend Gotta forget all of that stuff, there's just one thing to say: Stop the world, I'm getting off! Is this what it all means Or is there more to it, more than it seems Seems like we're working more and more for less and less pay Well it's all gotta stop, it’s gonna break up someday Violence ain't no Holy Grail But when it blows please pass me that Molotov cocktail Here we go again... This morning you woke up and you got out of bed Everything seemed better, was no mist in your head Alarm clock goes off it seems Aw SHIT! It was just a dream You're working more and more for less and less pay It's gonna stop we'll bring it down someday Violence ain't no Holy Grail But when it blows please hand me that Molotov cocktail... And many more...
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Harrisong 05:42
When life tears us apart Breaking up my soul, breaking up my heart I know that you’re still there… your with me anywhere Miles away I know that you will come And I’ll be singing here comes the son Happy to see you my boy, I’m overwhelmed with joy Sometimes it’s all too much All of the heartache I find solace is in that now I now know, at least I have a heart, to break…. I am here waiting on you I’m at the gate, ready to see you through Hold you in my arms, we’re both under the charm Too many months, without you Without my Boy, my Son, my Love Nothing really rings true, both for me and you Sometimes it’s all too much… Your heart is with me where it belongs Just listen to one of Harrison’s songs We are in the stars, with Harrison’s guitars I Love you, and you Love me That’s how it is, how it should be Forget all avatars, they melt to the sitars Sometimes it’s all too much…
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Poyekhali 03:41
He was nothin’ but a simple country boy Klushino is much like Dunkle, Illinois Drinks may not be the same in the local bars But at night when you look up you can see the very same stars He just wanted to touch the sky So he took to machines, for flyin’ high In Saratov, it was his first Yak-18 Never imaginin’ how far it would take his dream 12th of April, 1961 He rode that Vostok higher than anyone They gave him wings then they kept him on earth Can’t risk a hero, for what that’s worth Don’t need no Memphis to lose yourself Star City outside Moscow will do just as well In ’68, one last jump to the sky The plane went down, nobody knows why
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My Bottle here’s as empty as you and me I just wanna see no one Cable’s on the fritz and I’m just loosin’ my wits The silence here weighs a ton The phone never rings the pad is doing weird things I gotta find a way out My mind is going soft… Bootmen are aloft This is it, there is no doubt Have a draught of Olaf Tershave The Miracle elixir to make you rave Ain’t nothin’ like it north of the Rio Grande Makes a Sex on the Beach sound bland… Well, well, well, you’re feeling fine… Well, well well… you’ll drink up… in time… Bottle’s just as empty as you and me I still don’t wanna see no one Cable’s on the fritz and I’ve lost my wits The silence here just weighs a ton Phone never rings the pad is doing weird things I gotta find a way out My mind is going soft… and Bootmen are aloft This is it, there is no doubt Have a draught of Olaf Tershave The Miracle elixir to make you rave Ain’t nothin’ like it north of the Rio Grande Makes a Sex on the Beach sound bland… OLAF! OLAF! OLAF TERSHAVE!
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Can’t have a smoke considered worse than taking dope Can’t have a drink what will people think Can’t tell a joke without offending some or other folk Micro-aggression puts us all into regression You don’t need to be a dick To have them zooming in on you There’s always some self-righteous prick With free time and nothing better to do Mind what you say mind what you write mind what you think They’ll get you for one word it doesn’t need to be written in ink CCTV, the NSA and Echelon Ain’t got nothing on flakes: one word and off they’re gone You don’t need to be alt-right To get caught up in a fight You don’t need to be hard left For your freedoms to be bereft Tread carefully just not to go too far Euphemisms are spewed not for the innocent but for the prude Language in chains culture at a standoff Just one last thing left to say… and that is: aww… FUCK OFF! Why not just leave it all behind A desert island I should find Take off my clothes and get a tan Just droppin’ out to be an ape man!
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This is surf rock... who needs lyrics?

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My latest affront on popular music!

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released August 24, 2020

Many, many people:
Ivan Pandev: Voices, Guitars & tape loops.
Mickey Dressler: Rhythm Guitar
John “SIX” Drake: Bass
Anton Flynn: Guitar
Davy T. Nesmith III: Slide Guitar
George Hobson: Keyboards
Alferd “Al” Asis: Drums & Timpani
Jean Ducharme: Harmonica
Gabe Peters: Flute and Bulgarian Picolo
Cecil W. Fotheringhay: Oboe
Vednap’s Eastern Dreams: Sitar, Tar, Veena, Tampura & Tabla
Small Nation Hornz: Brass
The Downtrodden East-Side Orchestra: Strings
Plus some old friends and bandmates on a couple of tracks...

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Pandev Montreal, Québec

Born in Quebec in 1970, of British and Bulgarian parents, PANDEV (first name: Ivan-George) has played in bands (on either side of the Atlantic) for over 30 years.

While having rather eclectic musical tastes, his songs remain mostly in the rock vernacular.

He has moved back to Montreal and is always working on new tunes,
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