Phil Bowen

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  • Malcontent
    We often seem to be unsatisfied with ourselves and the world about us. Maybe we could turn the world around and change events/ Maybe we're just another malcontent. This track is off a concept album that is being written.
    Alos at Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTYYEr0_ctQ
    Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen
    Vocals, Guitars, keyboards: Phil Bowen
    Lyrics:
    Verse 1
    Nothing seems to fall like the rain on summer nights
    Nothing seems to shine like the stars and moonlight
    Someone up there says this land is our own
    But others think that it’s there’s alone
    Verse 2
    Deep in my heart I wanna hold out a hand
    But deep in my mind I find it hard to understand
    Someone says sit, another says stand
    While others think that they own this land.
    Chorus
    If only our dreams could take the soul of conscience
    Reach into the heart of every king and president
    To turn the world around and change events
    But maybe I’m just another malcontent.
    3 min
  • America (Stranger In This Distant Land)
    This is the story of a young man's adventure in the mid 1800's when he sets sail from the UK and places his foot on a distant land where he feels at home.
    Also at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fl9jLm933OQ
    Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen
    Produced and mixed: Phil Bowen
    Vocals, guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen
    Lyrics:
    Verse 1
    We sailed into port on a hot afternoon
    I felt we had been back and fore to the moon
    Salt in my eyes and salt in my throat
    I’ve never been so glad to get off a boat
    Verse 2
    Rapped up in hope and quite a bit of luck
    I looked up at fortune and then a thought struck
    I’m a stranger in this land but I feel so at home
    From my head to my feet and every bone
    Chorus
    To realise my every dream I’ve had
    Realise the choice of good and bad
    I may be a stranger in this distant land
    But I feel so at home with my brother Galahad
    Middle 8
    I feel such an old man at age of twenty two
    I’ve seen so much hardship with so much to do
    I pull myself up with an invisible hand
    This is my home. This is my land
    Verse 3
    The crowd surged forward in the afternoon sun
    A voice shouted walk and please don’t run
    And then I saw someone raise a gun
    It chilled the spine, I’m sure, in everyone.
    Verse 4
    I closed my eyes for a moment or two
    The crowd surged forward. They stepped on my shoes
    Crushed up together, I felt black and blue
    The queue seemed so long but soon I was through.
    4 min
  • Galahad
    This track follows the theme of this new album about a young mans experience of growing up in the mid 19th century in Ireland, seeing his brother leave home to find a new life in America. When they were young lads, he and his three brothers played at being nights of the round table. Each brother was given a name; the oldest Galahad. Hence the title of the track.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EN3v7B38iGo
    Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen
    Guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen
    Vocals: Phil Bowen
    Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen
    Lyrics:
    Verse 1
    I went down to the packet boat
    And saw my brother come alive
    It’s the first time in many months
    Well he was only 25
    With a cold and hardened reason
    It’s hard when your deprived
    But no matter what the season
    We’re born strong to survive
    Verse 2
    I went down to the packet boat
    The sails were furled up tight
    The boat was moored up by the dock
    And was leaving at midnight
    My brother gave me what he had
    with a photo of our deadbeat dad
    and a note he signed with a flourish
    and he called himself Galahad
    Middle 8
    So our lives can be intertwined
    No matter where we are
    You take my mind. You take my soul
    You take my dreams and take control
    But I know where my heart will lie
    Just think about it a little while
    We may not always see eye to eye
    But we’re brother ‘till we die
    Verse 3
    It’s been a while since my brother sailed
    He tool a part of me
    He sent a note. One day it came
    It’s what I hoped it would be
    He settled down near Providence
    Saved up all he had
    Paid me for a single ticket
    And signed it Galahad
    Verse 4
    So I went down to the packet boat
    And queued up for my turn
    Found a place below the deck
    No thought that I’d return
    Not feeling sad, with no regret
    I felt that I was in his debt
    With the little that I had
    I thought of Galahad.
    4 min
  • Over You
    This is another track off the concept album of a young man's experience of growing up in Ireland and having to find a new place to live many miles from where he was born.
    Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen
    Guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen
    Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen
    Lyrics:
    Verse 1
    The sun shines down on this summer’s day
    Glistens on the river as it wends its way
    There’s a hole in my heart. I feel I’m coming apart
    Over you.
    Verse 2
    The wedding bells ring from over the hill
    People are dressed up to the over kill
    Well, it should have been me. I feel I’m all at sea
    Over you.
    Chorus
    It’s one crash after another
    It tears my heart right through
    It’s one crash follows another
    You know I feel so blue
    Verse 3
    One job today, another tomorrow
    Nothing in my pocket. Nothing to show
    Yet I work so hard, my fingers to the bone
    Over you.
    Verse 4
    I’ve a whisky soaked pa in the devil’s claw
    Living on the margins of the U.S. law
    With three brothers and I, so hard to get by, over you.
    3 min
  • Shamrock So Green
    This is a track from a concept album telling the story of a young man's experience. The story begins in his homelad of Ireland in the mid 19th century when many people were leaving the country to find a new start in America.
    Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen
    Keyboards, accordion, guitars: Phil Bowen
    Produced and mixed: Phil Bowen
    Lyrics:
    Verse 1
    Not much left in this town of one street
    Brought up on lies and malevolent deceit
    Folks just left with the sound of drumbeats
    You can still hear the sound of the marching feet
    Verse 2
    The black and tans came on a cold and rainy night
    Searching for insurgence, no claim to civil rights
    They preyed on the weak. They preyed on the strong
    Nothing much left. The fight had all gone.
    Middle 8
    So here’s to the land of the shamrock so green
    May the winds of fortune sail with you
    And all your wishes and dreams come true
    So here’s to the shamrock so green.
    Verse 3
    Stamp on the shamrock with the soles of your feet
    Dance with the devil immersed in conceit
    Believe or be met with unspeakable ills
    I’m the king of the castle, I’m king of the hill
    Verse 4
    I played the role of Arthur, the king of Camelot
    My brothers played the knights, the oldest Galahad
    We fought off invaders when we were young lads
    Facing off the enemy with wooden knives and guns.
    3 min
  • Life's an illusion
    This track discusses the possibility of use living an illusion....then maybe not...what is truly real?
    Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen
    Guitars: Phil Bowen
    Mixed and Produced: Phil Bowen
    Lyrics:
    Verse 1
    One thing I know, I know nothing at all
    Wise men speak. They have something to say
    Then you have the fool
    Who thinks they are so cool
    Verse 2
    One thing I swear, I can cut the air with a blade
    I wanna dream that we are self-made
    With conscious thought
    Those fools can soon be shown their way
    Chorus
    Life’s an illusion in the bigger picture
    Lost in the visions we make
    See our horizons, love and heart ache
    We choose our own milestones that others can tread
    Then fools step in they say it’s all in our heads.
    Verse 3
    If love is all we have, it’s the only way you can help another
    Love may tile you up inside but soon you will find that you’ll recover
    Your heart, your soul,
    your sight and mind.
    4 min
  • Another whip round
    This track is the typical guy waking up in the morning not knowing where he is and fears the retribution when he gets home.
    Also at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeBwnj14KDc
    Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen
    Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen
    Keyboards: Phil Bowen
    Guitars: Phil Bowen
    Lyrics:
    Verse 1
    Laying here ‘till morning when the sun comes up
    Laying with my face down in the dusty ground
    Feeling so hung over on the verge of breakup
    I need one more drink. Let’s have another whip round
    Verse 2
    Cold emotion sems to play us a game
    Who am I to criticise and who am I to blame
    Here am I where my heart burns so hot
    I’m losing my mind. I’m losing the plot
    Middle 8
    I need a little comfort to keep my heart warm
    I need another drink to face the fire storm
    ‘cause when I come home, the levee will break
    The ground will move and the house will shake
    Verse 3
    I thought about work, but it seems such a chore
    Look at the neighbour who’s living next door
    Rises at dawn with curtains still drawn
    I close my eyes and try to ignore
    Verse 4
    I’ll lay down my heart now and lay down my soul
    I’m better off living without job control
    No cent to my name. Life’s just a card game
    We all end up in a six foot hole.
    4 min
  • Brixworth Boogie
    This track is called "Brixworth boogie", a fun up beat track that shows Phil's dexterity on the piano.
    Music: Phil Bowen
    No lyrics on this track
    Produced and mixed Phil Bowen
    2 min

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