Funk(tional)

We all have demons
Trapped behind the closet door
We're only human
As if we should ask for more

I want you to feel me running
Right beside you
And I want you to feel me running
Right beside you

All we need is truth
All we need is truth

I know you're hurting
I know that you're feeling pain
We're always with you
There is no joy
Without the rain

I want you to feel me running
Right beside you
And I want you to feel me running
Right beside you

All we need is truth
All we need is truth

Life is a journey
Love gives us the energy
Forgiveness, the substance
And truth
Truth,  it will set us free

Beside You

Leaving Humanoid

From the Album
Songs From the Kitchen - Making Dinner

Songs From the Kitchen - Making Dinner

Elton John - Your Song -Remix- Cover by Adam Langg

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Second chances

Credit : lyrics/vocals:Vocaleat(airgigs)


lyrics:

Verse 1

The ocean feels so rough

But we found we are tough

With every wave we rise

You see it in our eyes



Chorus

From now to always

We are castaways

Yeah this life is a maze

But we are castaways



We are castaways!



Verse 2

Look at us stranded here

And not a shred of fear

Try and like it like we do

We've got some room for you



Chorus

From now...



Bridge

Don't try to drag us back

Your life's got only one track

Tried your tips and tricks before

Not working for you anymore

Not working for you anymore



We are castaways!



Outro:

Yeah we are castaways...

Castaways

Broken Arrow: Echoes of the Abyss

Part I: The Countdown

In the heart of the Nevada desert, where the sun scorched the earth and the Joshua trees whispered secrets, stood a forgotten silo. Its concrete walls bore the scars of decades—Project Arrowhead, they called it. A relic of the Cold War, where whispers of Armageddon echoed through dimly lit corridors.

Inside, Captain Alex “Echo” Reynolds paced. His boots echoed, and his eyes held the weight of classified knowledge. Echo was no ordinary soldier; he was a keeper of secrets—a man who’d seen the abyss and danced on its edge.

Part II: The Lost Payload

One fateful night, as the moon hung low, Echo received the call. The code was simple—Broken Arrow. A nuke had vanished—a Titan II missile, armed and ready. Echo’s mission? Find it before the world unraveled.

He descended into the silo, its metal ladder cold against his palms. The control room was a time capsule—green screens, rotary phones, and a giant map of the world. Echo’s fingers danced across the console, tracking the lost payload.

Part III: The Abyss Beckons

The trail led to the Black Rock Desert, where the sand swallowed footprints and secrets alike. Echo’s Geiger counter clicked—the radiation levels spiked. He dug, his hands raw, until the metal casing emerged—a broken arrow pointing to the abyss.

But Echo wasn’t alone. A shadow watched—a Russian agent, eyes like ice. She’d been chasing the same ghost—a Cold War relic that could ignite a new era of chaos.

They faced each other—the abyss between them. Echo’s hand trembled. The nuke was armed—a heartbeat away from oblivion. The Russian agent whispered, “We’re all broken arrows, Captain.”

And so, they danced—a waltz of survival and sacrifice. Echo disarmed the warhead, its plutonium core cold against his skin. The Russian agent vanished into the desert, her footsteps swallowed by the wind.

As dawn broke, Echo stood at the edge of the abyss. The nuke was safe, but its echoes lingered. Broken arrows—lost souls, forgotten dreams, and the weight of humanity’s sins.

And Captain Alex “Echo” Reynolds? He’d seen the abyss, and it had whispered back—a techno beat that defied destruction.

Broken Arrow

Hi.  Just a little about myself.  I enjoy all gene of music, and all eras.  My parents (especially my father) introduced me to music at an early were I brought my first guitar from Sears, and ever since then I have been playing.  It has only been recently that I have taken my singing to a more serious note (no pun intended) and at the age of 58, because of vocal exercises, and other mental health reasons, have focus more effort in this area.   Now over 60,  I have accepted that I will never be the greatest singer in the world, but it gives me something back and that's invaluable.  I hope you enjoy some of the tracks I have posted and will continue to come back for future posts.  If you want, please send in your requests. You never know, I might just select it as my next song to record...

Take care.

Adam Langg