God Willin’

God Willin’ – an original, psychedelic, art rock tune by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)

God Willin’

Devil jump on ya
When you least expect it
With blood lust in his eyes

But you’ll pull through
Like you always do…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise

Tax man poundin’ hard on your door
Taking everything your money implies

Without turning to crime,
You’ll survive on a dime…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise

Shacked up for love, but it didn’t work out
Ain’t it painful when the love all dies?

But you’ll get off the street
And find someone sweet…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise

Until the Lord himself
Knocks you off your feet
You keep on swingin’
And you can’t be beat
God willin’

Screaming Boss Man Jack,
‘bout to break your back
All your time out the window flies

You just smile and pick up his slack
Because one day you’ll get him back…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise

The rivers can flood
And the levies break
But you know you gonna do
Whatever it takes
God willin’

To pay your bills, you need a little scratch
So you borrow from Frankie
But there’s just one catch:
Frankie is one of them connected type guys

The juice is steep but you better not renege
Less’n you want ol’ Frank to break your leg
But you just know you’ll pay it off…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise

Drowning sorrows, feelin’ bereft
You done lost a friend
And didn’t have but one left
And now that joker’s runnin’ around town,
Spreading rumors and lies

Such a double crossin’ can’t happen twice
Because after all, most folks is nice;
At least that is…
God willin’ and the creek don’t rise

Show ‘em a whole army
Can’t ring your bell
The devils, cheats and liars
They can all go to hell
God willin’


©2022 Kevin Trent Boswell

Vocals, bass, and all guitar parts by Magus

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Roll

Roll – A trippy, psychedelic journey through space and time, nothingness and everything-ness, being and non-being. Take the ticket, ride the ride.

Recorded live at Lucky’s, in Wilmington, NC, by Magus & The Plastic Infinity.

Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Skip Eames – drums

Wayne – bass

Words and music by Trent Boswell.


Lyrics

Roll

When you lose control
And door dogs yelp for your soul
The world just frays apart
But we know where to start
To pull it back together
And this time for the better
Now we know we must let her
Slip inside our minds
She protects us in the climbs
We climbed a little too high,
Passed through the fear to die
We know that space and time
Is not where we stand
Don’t you think we would understand?
If we were supposed to know
But here is the matter at hand
We know how to roll
We don’t need no control
Over all that we have known
We know how to roll

II.

The world it moves too fast
Then it moves too slow
And then it moves too fast
But don’t you think we know
The confusion that we cast
It all comes back together
But never quite the same
Now you’ve been and you know
I was there and I saw you roll
I watched you lose control
Over all that you had known
Watched you pull it back together
And this time for the better
Now you know you must let her
Slip inside your mind
She protects you in the climbs
You climbed a little too high
Passed through the fear to die
But we know that space and time
Is not where we stand
Don’t you think we’d understand?
If we were supposed to know
Well here is the matter at hand
We know how to roll
We don’t need no control
Over all that we have known
We know how to roll

© Kevin Trent Boswell


Support the creation of more music, poetry and general madness by Trent Boswell at:

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https://Patreon.com/Magus72

For all of the really cool footage, photography and visual special effects, a very special thank you goes to all of the following people:

Eugene Vasilevich

cottonbro

KoolShooters

Stef

Tunnel Motions

Dmitri Posudin

Rostislav Uzunov

Joseph

Thanks to each of you for doing what you do.

The Gold, It’s In The…

This song is a Pink Floyd song that we did. This one isn’t very well known, except by the most hardcore Floyd connoisseurs. The tune is from an album entitled More, which was the soundtrack to an even more obscure movie by the same name.

Recorded live by Magus & The Plastic Infinity, at a club in Wilmington, NC.

Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Skip Eames – drums

David Fleet – bass


Lyrics

Come on, my friends, let’s make for the hills
They say there’s gold but I’m looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because I’m only coming along for the ride

Well, you go your way, I’ll go mine
I don’t care if we get there on time
Everybody’s searching for something, they say
I’ll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the sea
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don’t change

All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling
In those far distant skies
All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey,
Don’t expect me to stay


Music and lyrics written by Pink Floyd (Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Nick Mason and Richard Wright). All rights to the song belong to someone else, someone really, really rich.


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