A song about anxiety, pressure, paranoia leading to madness.

Recorded and produced by Jimmy Green at the Blue box studio.

Lyrics 
She can feel it twisting her up, 
She's got fake smiles and a mindless drone. 
Fighting so hard to ease her mind, Pushed too far.

 Those voices, the memories sin, 
You've got time to kill, 
She's got hope to steal, 
The ghouls couldn't break the girl,
 (But you still can't fight the world) 

Breathe out, Breathe in. 
Power tripped by rocket fuel, 
I just stand there like a fool. 
But the ghouls couldn't break the girl. 
But you still can't fight the world. 

Lightning (somehow),
 I can see it in your eyes, 
And the devil knows why. 

Everyday people want everything, every time.
 Under a moonlight sky,
 Drunken minds and dagger eyes. 
Faded in the mists of time, 
Someone has to pay the price. 
Maybe you can fight them all?
 But it's just too close to call. 

Breathe out, Breathe in.
 Madness got the best of you but killing ghosts is nothing new. 
Maybe you can fight them all? 
But it's just too close to call.

 Oh my, Let's go!
 You've got a belly full of booze and you're ten feet tall. 
Lightning (keeping it together), 
Now you're down on your knees
, if you ever could craw
l. Little Caesar, The tales that you're spinning,
 Are we meant to feel like the lion will roar? 
Try to keep it together. 

You remember times, 
You're breathless, Paralysed, 
And it grows, and you're restless let it go
 If you're feeling like you're breaking girl, 
You can't shut down your world. 

Breathe out, Breathe in. 
Phantoms got the best of you and killing ghosts is hard to do. 
Breathe out, Breathe in.
 Madness got the best of you, 
when killing ghosts is nothing new.
 Maybe you can fight them all? 
5But it's just too close to call.

I wrote and recorded this song fairly quickly in past few weeks. My partner and me were estranged for a while, a story about how people can be so obsessed and stressed out by their work and art that they almost destroy their own sanity and relationship. Becoming so introverted and living day to day , sometimes life slaps you around the face and gives you a warning if you are lucky. I think when your emotions are so raw and real, it takes sometime to process what is happening and I remember feeling numb, and lost. Took me while to be able to write about it, I cannot write if my head is spinning with anxiety.

In terms of arrangement, its fairly simple, drums, acoustic, my telecaster, bass, and a piano track. I let it breathe as much as possible and the acoustic root the track and everything play off that.

Lyrics:-

Maybe I was into myself,
Lost in a dream,
I did not wonder,
How you were feeling?
Needed my shoulder.
But I was hiding,
Everything was wonderful.
And now I see,
You needed time – to get away from here,
To get away from them.

I want ya,
I need ya,
These broken minds,
All shot to pieces.
How was I blind?
I did not see it.
You couldn’t reach me.
You couldn’t reach me.

Wake up high,
Start all over .
Chase the dream
I would wander.
Then I notice,
What have I done?
You aren’t there no more.
She said I did not care.
Into the night,
Fear takes over,
I plead for you to come home,
I had to let you go.

I want ya,
I need ya,
My broken mind,
Is shot to pieces,
How was I blind?
I could not see it .
You couldn’t reach me,
You couldn’t reach me.

Have I thrown?
My love for pride?
Shocked to me senses,
I don’t feel anything.
I feel numb,
Is my mind broken?
I should have noticed then,
Because my hearts weightless now,
And now it’s time to make amends,
As I stare deep and down,
At what’s in my hands now.

I want ya,
I need ya.
These broken minds,
Shot to pieces,
How was I blind?
And it’s not easy,
You tried to reach me,
You tried to reach me,

(Bridge)
My mother says,
I could stay with her,
But I could not stop,
Thinking of my girl.
Are we bad for each other?
Or was this meant to be,
Can I change for good?
Feels like we might be slipping away?

Summer days are never the same

A song for my wife. She has a disability – an allergy to daylight so it’s really about how we stick by each other, and its me telling her that I will be there for her no matter what, like she was for me in my darkest days. We we would walk around together at night and its a nod to when we first began seeing each other.

Alt-country I guess, its very poppy and for me, maybe one day I will try another arrangement, something a bit more gritty. Has two acoustics on it, one in c standard and e standard, capo on 3rd fret. The two guitars kind of compliment each other and I added and electric lead with a bit of fast phase wobble.

Took the last train to Lincoln,
In the glass I saw an old man.
All lines and battle scars,
Told a tale as old as time.

As the years keep on rolling,
Broken Dreams keep calling.
She casts a light in the shadows,
Trying to keep me from falling.

We walk in the Twilight,
I don’t know why? – it feels right.
But please remember, we’ll make our dreams together.
Summer days are never quite the same,
But it’s okay, it’s okay.
If we try, leave behind, it’s gonna be fine.

This is the story of a girl,
Who couldn’t stand up in the Sun.
Pale skin and dark eyes,
An open heart for everyone.

As the years keep on rolling,
Broken Dreams keep calling.
Cast a light in the shadows,
Trying to keep her from falling.

We walk in the twilight,
I don’t know why? – it feels right.
Oh please remember, we’ll shape our dreams together.
Summer days are never quite the same,
But it’s okay, it’s okay.
If we try, if we try, it’s gonna be fine.

This is the tale of a boy,
Who was lost as a man.
Through the fog and the fear,
You helped me understand.

Many tears were rolling,
Broken dreams were calling.
Won’t let fools define you,
I am here beside you.

We walk in the twilight,
I don’t know why? – it feels right.
Oh please remember, we shape our dreams together.
Summer days are never quite the same,
It’s okay, it’s okay.
If we try, if we try, it’s gonna be fine.

Lyrics and music by The Rotor Delta/Jim Green

Every year around this time, in around my fathers Birthday I am reminded of what we lost. Every year I work on the song I wrote about our time together, and I think this is the last time I will work on it. I am finally putting this out forever to honour my dad, to remember those who have lost people dear to them.
I make a new video and add new parts and refine it on his anniversary, I think its because I struggle to let go and I feel like I need to make it better as my writing can never do justice to the void he left behind. But I finally feel like I would be making him proud of me, as I have made some big changes in my life and put myself in a better place mentally, and for those around me.
I no longer fear the world the way I used to, and I am ready to head for the horizon beyond and whatever that brings and face things head on. I took me a long time to realise, put some demons to rest.
I miss him, I can hear him in my mind, in my sleep, and his strength is in my heart and lives on through my mother and sisters.
Time to let go, face life, and stop hiding from the world in sorrow and fear.

Lyrics

Its not fair
Now that you’re gone
I froze in the moment
Lie awake with the birds
I miss your voice

Will the angels come?

Walk along the coast
Been out here too long
I wish I could stay
With you and the birds
I miss your laugh

Your with the angels now

Still lie awake
Can’t believe your’e gone
At least in my sleep
I dream of you and the birds
Am I a good man?

Will the angels come?

Words and Music, Written, Recorded and Performed by The Rotor Delta/Jim Green

With this song, I wanted to show how the instruments layer up and focus on different parts in the track, a focal point at different points in the arrangement. I think that works better when you can see what each instrument is doing. It is quite a busy track, with a lot of instruments fighting and occupying space, so I had to mix things accordingly. This is an instrumental track, and the background video is taken and edited from old public service announcements/instructional videos such as “duck and cover.” I edited the cuts in time with the beat where possible. I liked the cartoon aesthetic, as it adds to the neo-psychedelic flavor. I guess it’s a bit prog in some ways, maybe 70’s classic rock/blues too. The challenge for me was to record each instrument in a single take and film it at the same time, then splice and sync them all together.

I added color live with some LED strips. I mixed it in Reason, a DAW I feel comfortable with and played a few instruments live, mainly wah lead, bass, keys (radical Rhodes), harmonica, and a lap steel (open E tuning) which explains the elements of blues and country. I was after a cheap lap steel for a while anyway – so I am getting to grips with that at the minute, and I think it suited this track quite well.

Anyway, hope you like it. I had fun making it and plan on doing more of these. If you like it, feel free to subscribe to the channel.

All the best, Jimmy.

This started out as a beat I made. I used beat skipping on a few instruments and put them through the same bus, so they synced. I glitched the organ and bass, and the organ has a slow attack and filter sweep. This really made the twirly organ sound more interesting. I do love a good phaser.

I recorded the lead guitar much later. It didn’t really suit my vocals, and I’m not a rapper, so it’s a bit out there compared to my usual output. However, it still has one or two motifs that link it with other songs. It’s more downtempo and hip-hop influenced, as well as late 60s psychedelia.

The concept for the video was a monkey god electric guitar playing red robe-wearing monk, going on a journey to fight the forces of demonic evil at a dark castle monster disco. The clash of styles is supposed to represent those two forces, and I storyboarded the video with AI Kaiber to get more or less what I wanted to convey.

A psychedelic song I wrote years ago. Wrote this on keys, specifically had a rhodesy sound, and then built the track from there. It’s a road movie type song really but its also quite cosmic lyrically. It gave me an opportunity to event a narrative for ai generation, storyboard a concept of alien magnificent 7eqsue story of an alien band coming together to fight a planet devourer. Kind of like Battle of the Stars, the old Roger Cormon produced film which James Cameron made models for. I love sci fi and i wanted to see what AI could do with out there concepts, thought it would make a for a cool video.

Alien - Lyrics
Soul was black, black as the hole
Where the Sun imploded.
So close to the edge, still set in stone,
A purist.
Try to do the best with what she had, I was so sure.
Straight for the hills, feels like somewhere before.
If you stay out tonight, it gets better over time.
Feeling alright.
I don't have the answers.
Figure them out somehow?
Into the night, can't get a grip,
Slips through your fingers, alien.
So far from reality.
Lost in a spectrum, sometimes the answers feel like Kryptonite.
Reach for the hills.
Feels like somewhere before.
If you stay out tonight, it gets better over time.
Feeling alright.
I don't have all the answers.
You'll figure them out somehow?

“How did it comes to this?” – is partly a true story, at least the making ramps out of wood and bricks and jumping off of them with my BMX part (as a young boy). I grew up in Hull as a kid, playing in what we called “tenfoots” at the back of our houses. I did crash into the nettles, and I knew a boy that had a rough childhood, so it’s a story about that, but a fictional one. I knew a kid who was pretty scruffy and always had bruises, so I imagined what his life was like. It’s more of a folk song, with an unconventional arrangement. Played some lap steel as I could hear that melody between the notes when I was writing it. This was my first experiment with AI effects; they are supposed to be the kid making his way home, only to stumble upon his mum and drunken boyfriend arguing, violently, again.

Lyrics

85,
Daydreaming on a bicycle at night.
Makeshift ramps with whatever they can find,
Growing bolder overtime.

Feel that bumpy skin,
Then the pain begins.
The wheel is twisted, and boy you are in trouble now.

He rolled the dice.
Dragging the bike home,
Limping in torn clothes.
No one will ever know.

He came home with a smile,
Stumbled across the room,
Full of drunken denials,
She said “put that bottle down!
It’s time, pack your bags , coz I want you out.”

Here comes that voice from within..

How did it come to this?

Almost home,
Tired legs and aching bones,
Hear screaming from the windows,
Oh no not again…

“I don’t want that kid, coz it’s not my kid,
His face is twisted. “
as the boy walks through the door.

She hides her eye,
As he turns to face the boy,
slips on the glass,
cracked his head on the tiles.

She is frozen in time,
Until the boy runs into his mothers arms.
He said “he can’t hurt you now, it’s time, grab your bags we got to get out!”
Here comes that voice from within..

How did it comes to this?

Written, recorded, and performed by Jim Green.