🦉The Forest Army🌳

GIRL * Copyright SCRT

No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
Feelings aren’t facts
They’re weapons of mass distraction
Holding on won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Complaining won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Don’t believe everything you think
No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light

Don't Believe Everything You Think

(Intro)
Gotta cut it up, gotta cut it up—-yeah!
Just because, just because
Gotta cut it up, gotta cut it up—-yeah!
Just because, just because

(Chorus)
Play my beats loud, rock and move the crowd 
Just because, just because
make it real, keep it real, underground feel
Just because, just because


Just because, just because

Just because, just because

(Verse1)
Sometimes, cold as ice, twice is nice
Gotta cut it up, added some flavor to the slice—
Honed and crafted, chop and dice
Fire and heat,— free—-, no price
Gotta cut it up, added flavor to the slice
Price been paid, rampage and raid
Just because, just because
Since back in the day, yo I got it made
flat tops and fades
Now I’m rockin braids,
Basement, rooftop, outdoors more
Just because, just because

(Verse2)
So here I am again, memory
Like finding a long lost friend
A focused pattern, that never seems to really end
That loops and repeats, 
Over and over again
Over and over again,

Time passes, old and new trends,
It’s simply not an option, so how can I pretend?
Just enough rope, to run to the end
Before the same Pattern, pulls me back again
before the same pattern, pulls me back again
pulls me back again

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
If the world feels heavy, let the music lift, 
To ease every burden, let the rhythms shift
party through the night, no worries relief
hip-hop strength, brings a melody of peace

Just Because

COMPLETE LINER NOTES HERE---> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-clock-of-the-four-winds/

The clock of the four winds is a tall-case grandfather style clock originally assembled in 1710 by an Italian astronomer and mathematician named Ricco Foscari, a direct patrilineal descendant of famed explorer, vintner and occultist, Cosimo Foscari. The magical properties of the clock were such that when its hands were moved and positioned in certain configurations, it would trigger remote viewing events which would be projected onto the glass panel cover. The clock was also rumored to serve as a sort of “beacon” used for summoning an other-dimensional being named “Desdinova” who acted as a sort of intermediary between detached yet interconnected causal timelines.


LYRICS:
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The chariots lie broken exhausted from war
The wheels rolled off in the mud
In the morning all good things are good
The sun warms up the mud

Stillness is raptured in all its arising
The seeds grow up from the mud
In the morning the dawn weighs a feather
The insects hatch from the mud

The hunger for sunlight draws flies to the surface
The babies wake up in the mud
In the morning from green murky waters
To wiggle around in the mud

Bones growing hollow, the gills turn to lungs
Gasping for breath in the mud
The fins turn to legs the scales turn to vellum
As feathers shake loose from the mud

Fly high, all you flying high birds 
While the warm western winds are beneath you
Oh you soaring high birds
The sky coming down to greet you
We’re all dying to meet you

The bird, the great swooping bird
Beak open, gobbling gold
Oh you soaring high bird
The north winds are growing cold
Feathers flush with colors bold

Now pretend you are the sun
Feathers flush with colors bold…
Now pretend you are the sun

The southern winds, the washboard clouds
Diving daringly during the day
Teetering upon the tip of the tree
The seasons will have their way
Tail feathers turning to gray

Scatter little birds, oh you tiny little birds
The easterly light is encroaching
Seeds spilled upon the ground
 With the end of the autumn approaching
And the seasons must have their way…

Now pretend you are the sun
And the seasons must have their way…
Now pretend you are the sun 

And the seasons must have their way…

Rider’s final horse has ridden
Puzzle finished, last piece hidden
Oysters chatter on evening tide:
 “I’m Desdinova and I confide,
I am the one you warned me of
I am the leak and the long lost love
And I am the one who will never lie
Deathless, I may never die
By lizard lens and crystal rope
You know me by my telescope”
Scattering stars in hand she shouts:
“The play is what it’s all about
Behind the clock with arms stretched tall
The script is on the western wall
Behold the light that never warms
You’ve been warned, I am the storm”

So raise up your chalice and toast to the moon
And sing to the stars as they flicker and loom
O! Irony! O! Tragedy!
Aching knees don’t fail me now

We slayed the vile dragon who lived in the skies
We bathed in its blood and we pickled its eyes
O! Devilry! O! Revelry!
If my friends could see me now

O! Bravery! Camaraderie!

The last lotus eaters recline in the sun
The race to return  has been finally run
Finality! Causality!
Swept away on swaggering swans

The Clock Of The Four Winds

Adventure

Chiara:  Vocals, Girl on the Photography
Nino Chikviladze:  Violin
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Synths, Vocals

This song is based on a poem by Tim Cannon who passed away three years ago. 
Thanks so much, Chiara & Nino!

Bright Eyes  ft. CHIARA

Better World (Rework)

Long Story (Remix)

Longing (Rework 2025)

Written by Finn Eces this is a song about believing in yourself and not always looking at what the Jones's have, Be happy with what you have, although i do rather like the sports car that mister Jones has :-) 
Thank you Finn for giving me the opportunity to Sing along with you on this great song. Great Analog feel to it and a great poppy vibe. 

Written, performed and produced : Finn Eces 
Vocals : Johnny Mc Farlane

Someone Else's Dreams

Remixes

Listen to the underground (Remix)

Remixes 2025

Thousand Signs (Lumi Trance Dance Remix 2025)

Rework 2025

Devilish People (Rework 2025)

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

Remixes 2925

Firefly (Ambient Remix)

Lyrics:
Hétéro paradoxale, ou lesbienne libertine.
Tu règles la focale de ta grâce androgyne.
Anneau à ton sourcil, ou perçant ta narine
Ta pâleur indocile, ton parfum de nectarine. 

Souffle rauque de miel, quand tu embrasses
Semant dans ton ciel, tes étoiles voraces
Ta démarche féline, ton regard de chagasse
Ta rudesse câline, que jamais rien n’efface. 

Ta splendeur animale, quand la nuit te domine
S’enroule en dédale, de mailles douces et fines.
Tu érodes le temps, une bête dans ta poitrine
Le tempo en dedans, sous ton manteau d’épines.

Tes sabots fourchus scandent ta force et ta grâce,
Tes amours déçus, et le magma sous la glace.
Lèche tes blessures, quand enfin tu te délasses
Dans le clair-obscur où tes démons te terrassent.

Corps fondu dans le satin, humide sous la bruine,
Tu pilotes ton destin, comme ton Aston-Martin.
Dans le feu de tes reins, ta révolte se dessine.
La fermeté de tes seins, d’un coup de dague m’assassine

Portrait #4

En tu memoria ❤️ 

In memoriam ❤️

Un Feminicidio que Conmocionó a México

Fátima Cecilia Aldrighetti Antón, una niña de 7 años, desapareció el 11 de febrero de 2020 en Xochimilco, Ciudad de México. Su cuerpo sin vida fue encontrado cuatro días después. Los responsables, Gladis Giovanna Cruz Hernández y Mario Alberto Reyes Nájera, fueron condenados a 170 años de prisión por secuestro y feminicidio.

*Homenaje*

Recordemos a Fátima Cecilia y luchemos por justicia para las víctimas de feminicidio y violencia de género. Podemos:
- Recordar su historia y mantener viva su memoria.
- Apoyar a las víctimas y colaborar con organizaciones que trabajan para prevenir la violencia de género.
- Exigir justicia y pedir a las autoridades que implementen medidas efectivas para prevenir y sancionar la violencia de género.


English 


A Femicide That Shocked Mexico* Fátima Cecilia Aldrighetti Antón, a 7-year-old girl, disappeared on February 11, 2020, in Xochimilco, Mexico City. Her body was found four days later. Those responsible, Gladis Giovanna Cruz Hernández and Mario Alberto Reyes Nájera, were sentenced to 170 years in prison for kidnapping and femicide. *Tribute* Let us remember Fátima Cecilia and fight for justice for the victims of femicide and gender-based violence. We can: - Remember her story and keep her memory alive. - Support the victims and collaborate with organizations working to prevent gender-based violence. - Demand justice and ask the authorities to implement effective measures to prevent and punish gender-based violence.


Verse 1 

From a cloud in the sky I'm writing you this letter In simple words Explaining what's happening 

Verse 2 

One February afternoon My life was taken away No one mourned that event But my soul was lifted up

 Pre-Chorus 

There's little empathy Because everyone sees the misfortune as so far away 

Chorus

 Just as I was deceived Hurt and killed I don't want it to be you I don't want you to be mistreated A cursed being ended my life It could have been avoided But I trusted the wrong person And my life has been taken I tell you from here, Be careful who you trust. 

Verse 3 

That world I walked on Was a nightmare I wanted to live I was just a little girl Verse 4 Why does no one protect me I said to myself Because no one loves me How sad my agony 

Bridge 

And now I only ask that no one else suffers like I did 

Chorus

 Just as I was deceived Hurt and killed I don't want it to be you I don't want you to be mistreated A cursed being ended my life It could have been avoided But I trusted the wrong person And my life has been taken I tell you from here, Be careful who you trust. 

Outro

 I hope my death is not in vain and you can learn from me. I am Fatima and I was just a little girl.

Lyrics: Miguel Ángel Botello


Verso 1

Desde una nube del cielo
Es que te escribo esta carta
En palabras sencillas
explicando lo que  pasa

Verso 2

Una tarde de Febrero 
mi vida fue arrebatada
Nadie lloró aquel suceso
Pero mi alma fue elevada

Pre Coro

Hay poca empatía 
Porque Todos ven la desgracia tan lejana

Coro

Así como fui engañada 
Lastimada y ultimada 
No quiero que seas tú 
No quiero que seas maltratada 

Un ser maldito terminó mi vida
Pudo haberse evitado 
Pero confié en quien no debía 
Y mi vida ha arrebatado 

Te digo desde aquí, 
Cuidado en quién confías. 

Verso 3

Ese mundo que pisé
Fue una pesadilla 
Tenía ganas de vivir
Yo sólo era una niña 

Verso 4

Por qué nadie me protege 
decía para mí misma 
Porque nadie me ama 
Qué triste mi agonía 

Bridge 

Y ahora sólo pido que nadie más sufra como yo sufría

Coro

Así como fui engañada 
Lastimada y ultimada 
No quiero que seas tú 
No quiero que seas maltratada 

Un ser maldito terminó mi vida
Pudo haberse evitado 
Pero confié en quien no debía 
Y mi vida ha arrebatado 

Te digo desde aquí, 
Cuidado en quién confías.


Outro

Espero que mi muerte no sea en vano y puedas aprender de mí. Soy Fátima y sólo era una niña.

Letra: Miguel Ángel Botello 

El corazón de Fátima- D'mendo Boteli.wav

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

isn't he horrible

I had left the pastorate in 1985 but many friends remained in the little town of St. Francis, Kansas.  One of them was a woman who found love again after the death of her spouse.  I composed this song for them and officiated their wedding and as far as I know, they lived happily ever after.  
Then came the wedding of my oldest daughter and she requested the song be done for her and Thor (yes, his real name;) That was 27 years ago.  
This past summer, I had suggested the song to Axel and after hearing my rough, 35 year old demo, he loved the song straight away, but wanted to change it up a bit.  The song I had written was done in a more devotional 4/4 meter, he wanted to bring to it the flavor of a Celtic dance.  Enter Mike Fox who gives the lyrics a definitive voice and excellent guitar to the backing track.  I loved the track art Axel had created because it resembled the wedding of my 2nd granddaughter Grace at the end of September, a lovely garden ceremony in Oklahoma City.  It resembles it right down to the kilt another son-in-law wore by request.  They didn't use the song as part of their ceremony, but I dedicate this new version to Grace and Ethan and wish them a lifetime of love, happiness and fond adventures together.
Thank you Axel and Mike for lavishing your talents on my songwriting efforts.  I am truly honored.  Hear more of their fabulous music creativity @soundcloud.com/axel-m-501052973, and @soundcloud.com/michael-fox-925325997

Gathered--Lyrics:
 What are we gathered here for, what have we come to see?
Two people who believe that a better life
Is lived together not separately.
Father we ask you blessing upon the union of these two,
That the vows they are both confessing
Will bind their hearts to each other and You.

Bridge:
And it's more than just "tying a knot" and it's more than just getting "hitched"
We're seeing two hearts being sewn together,
We're witnessing it stitch by stitch.
It's the miracle of seeing two become one,
Though the two are really not the same,
Like the paint and the canvas are separate until 
The Artist joins them in a beautiful frame.

Instrumental Interlude

Repeat Bridge

Repeat Verse:
What are we gathered here for, what have we come to see?
Two people who believe that a better life
Is lived together not separately.
Father we ask you blessing upon the union of these two,
That the vows they are both confessing
Will bind their hearts to each other and You.
Will bind their hearts to each other and You
Will bind their hearts to each other and You.

🦉The Forest Army🌳

Andy Bushell