With only Smeagol as their guide

With only Smeagol as their guide,
two Hobbits, with no steed to ride,
and no army beside,

having left the Shire with no goodbyes,
they dreamt of green meadows and blue skies,
but trudged ahead with few friends but a few who were wise,
day after day, they awoke to desolation and spying eyes.

Their foe was powerful had but one flaw as he lusted for power.
He could not imagine them approaching his tower
not to possess and wield the ring's mighty power
but to restore it to the Earth to devour.

There they stumbled toward Mordor, 
hardly stouter than a flower

only to have Smeagol cheat them all in the end
and get the ring back for he had no other friend.
But then, when all was lost, the story took an odd bend,
for Smeagol finally accomplished what no one else could
and bore that terrible burden to its fiery end.

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Cordelia
All your memorabilia
have been kept safe
and locked away
until this day
I hand it over to you
now that wheel
to which you were bound
is no longer on fire

Cordelia
I'm releasing you
Cordelia
All the more all the same
graceful in mine eye
yes I'm sure
your love is more
ponderous than your tounge
could ever conspire

Cordelia
Unlike Ophelia
and those harpee sisters
in your midst
forever foul and never fair
with neither inkling nor a clue
that it is your lips
men wishes to seal with righteous kiss
but you're tired
are you not
dear daughter of Lear

Howl

Your beauty puts my poems on par
with the talking ravens in the tower

Kraa...

Howl

This Production is a really Soccer Sound with Friends.
He is Straight in your really Hard Face!
Have Fun!!!
M66 (Björn Hannemann)

The Sunday Night Techno Session for all Ultra-Fans - M66-10.03.2024 (2020)

Summertime

Shades of Summer

The Finale

DF118 - True Fabric (Of The Universe)

Could be a lot of nonsense
As you scroll on down
You could be forgiven for not
Realising the profound

New jazz age pharaoh
Looking back at me  
Hoping your persuasion 
Will entice engagingly

Quantum entanglement
Was I surprised to learn
Could be what forms the true
Fabric of the Universe

A need to impart our latest
And not so idle talk
Communicate by sharing
A call to walk the walk

You could maybe ask yourself
Just what’s real and what is not
Quantum mechanics
The reality of the cosmos

Quantum entanglement
Was I surprised to learn
Could be what forms the true
Fabric of the Universe

Delayed choice paradox
The laws of quantum physics
Taking all this in
Leaves me feeling kinda dizzy
Dizzy

Quantum entanglement
Was I surprised to learn
Could be what forms the true
Fabric of the Universe
Of the Universe

DF118 ℗+© 2025

DF118 - True Fabric (Of The Universe)

The fear of loss
Surpass the need of both
Until it's too late
You'll have to stand

For what is right
Before he puts the fight
On the edge of sorcery
Until I rise and hit

The button that you fear
I'll activate someday
Cause of a curse that will be
Burnt in the day


We should have made a point
Before it was too late
Cause of a lack of progress
You let him throw me away


What if we make him pay
For now and for ever
Cause of a criminal he stays
In my heart and my soul

It's not too late to break the silence
Cause he won't go away
When the time comes
He would be cast away

But you have let the fear
Grows inside your heart
Cause of a curse that let me
Burn into night and day



We should have made a point
Before it was too late
Cause of a lack of progress
You let him throw me away


We should have made a point
Before it was too late
Cause of a lack of progress
You let him throw me away

His demons and his shadows
Among our fragile hearts
But he has no power
On me and my soul

Fall Of The Wicked

Close your eyes

Colin Hilton's "River Boy" is a boy’s journey through life – from childhood to adulthood – seen as a river controlled by locks, shaped by his parents’ hopes and worries, by a messy unfair world, and by forces beyond anyone’s control, as he drifts slowly toward whatever “sea” his life ends in

THE RIVER BOY

The headwaters of the river boy
Are surely not so long
From the birth of melting snow
Over rocks of babbled nurseries
Falling as he grows

Trickling like childhood time
Sunlight brushes stones
Magnified and polarised
With the wetness of his eyes
And the floods of buoyant groans 

I sat and watched his teenage years 
When question's can run deep 
The surface growing darker
Hiding secrets of a boy beneath
A man made tide

If I studied every eddy from
The pebbles skimmed and thrown 
Would ripples share their mystery
With reeds that follow faithfully 
The water's flow 
I wondered if the boy would know?

The river boy's his father's son
Operates the locks
Turns the key for hopeful journeys
Lets the water rise
Over the wooden stocks 
Above a weir that questions
Hidden rocks 

The river boy's his mother son
Holds back her strength through loss
Sends the water down again
Let's loose a tide of pointless journeys
Below a weir of worries
That's a mother's cross

His thoughts circle like driftwood
That have fathomed every bend
Bark without a destination
Wider than the banks
Towards the rivers end

Beneath the surface obstacles
Emotionless and blind
Discarded through inequity
Consumerist futility 
Just stepping stones
Or maybe hidden mines?

The river boy's his father's son
Operates the locks
Turns the key for hopeful journeys
Lets the water rise
Over the wooden stocks 
Above a weir that questions
Hidden rocks 

The river boy's his mother son
Holds back her strength through loss
Sends the water down again
Let's loose a tide of pointless journeys
Below a weir of worries
Well that's a mother's cross

The river's tide obeys you
Like the swan commands the lake
Sits silent on reflection 
Where the water surface softens
With a slower pace 
And the moon pulls up 
To draw upon its grace

I watched you smiling sadly
Of what might always be
A boy born of fresh water
As his life meanders slowly 
To a salty sea

The river boy's his father's son
Operates the locks
Turns the key for hopeful journeys
Lets the water rise
Over the wooden stocks 
Above a weir that questions
Hidden rocks 

The river boy's his mother son
holds back her strength through loss
Sends the water down again
Let's loose a tide of pointless journeys
Below a weir of worries
Well that's a mother's cross


Copyright Colin Hilton November 2025

River Boy

Mellow Seductive, Lounge, Chill Mood, Romantic

Give me the honor, (Your sweetest trust) Aliendj

My songs exist for one reason, the sheer joy of a guy singing a song.

I'm a quarter Danish, a quarter Texan, and half Mormon.

Influence: Steve Miller, U Utah Philips, Wendy Carlos, Aere Greenway, Phil Oaks. Mike Pinder, Moody Blues, Blood Sweat and Tears. Bob Dylan, Mark Russel, Aretha Franklin, The Buffalo Springfield, Frank Sanatra, Jonie Mitchel, Judy Collins, Buffy St Marie, Lee Nolan West, James Paul Ashurst, Mathew Brice Ashurst, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Doors, Ann Ashurst Jackson, Susan Caroline Ashurst, John what-the-hells-his-middle-name Ashurst, Earl Mark Ashurst, Joe, Barabara Brown Ashurst, Douglas Stevens, Paul Stevens, Hazen Stevens, Stan Stevens, Bob Stevens, Lee Stevens, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, and Jesus Christ. Amen.
My music doesn't come out of San Francisco. It doesn't come out of Detroit. It doesn't come out of the Mississippi Delta. I'd be proud if it did but it's not trying to be that. My music comes out of Mormon country, USA, within a place, within a period of history, within this culture. I'm trying embrace my LDS, my progressive, and my ultra conservative loved ones.