I wrote this song when I was very down, I wrote my own instructions on how to pull oneself out of the hole and gain from the experience to make oneself better and coping with tests,and they get harder as we get older.Peace :-)

Beaten Not Broken

... *vor pie' war nicht's als_ Die Iiefen Fragen Eier Fahren ~

Orch256 - Fast Life

My illusion, my mistake

Again I dwelled on dreams
And nothing ever turns out as it seemed at first -
like in a curse.
My heart was hungry and so I took the bait.
My illusion, my mistake.

Again I sat and grieved.
Your words had made a dreamer out of me,
I thought so foolishly.
I didn‘t think my heart was gonna break.
My illusion, my mistake.

It hurts when you know 
you have to let it go.
But you want the impossible to happen
Say it isn‘t so.
I don‘t want to let it go.
Don‘t tell me it‘s impossible...

All these words,
how they bleed 
onto the paper infront of me.
But they don’t express what I would like to say.
Unable to sleep, at night I lie awake.
My illusionn, my mistake. 

It sucks when you know
you need to let it go.
But you hope the impossible will happen
Say it isn‘t so.
I don‘t want to let it go.
Don‘t tell me it‘s impossible...

To some
chasing a dream 
might feel contemptible,
It may appear absurd
The most exciting tunes I know are 
melodies that I‘ve never heard.
Let‘s think we‘re growing wings
as we‘re falling from the sky like birds.
Unperturbed.
Superb. 

It still hurts,
It still bleeds,
And It doesn‘t seem to heal.
All my fantasies have turned into aches. 
No, no, no, no, no
I thought that our souls were bound by fate.
My illusiom, my mistake.

music/lyrics/vocals by J. Ahlskog. Recorded in Shanghai by Ruel Aldecoa; guitars by Sven Heineken; piano, bass, drums and strings by Ed,(Embot Embot). 2019.

my illusion, my mistake

HOW?

Alec: vocals, guitar, bass
Bonnie: drums, backing vocals

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All rights reserved

Ted Danson

Guitars & voice: Going Loopy

Text taken from: Elias Canetti, "Die Provinz des Menschen. Aufzeichnungen 1942-1972"

"Wenn man sehr viele Worte gemacht hat, verliert man das Gefühl dafür, wie viel sie den anderen bedeuten. Da erst beginnt die eigentliche Schlechtigkeit des Wortmenschen."

Elias Canetti

Wortmensch

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

2020 has been a remarkable year, and at the time of writing...it ain't over yet! It's been quite a journey for so many, and hoping for better things next year.

Would love someone to add something special to my guitar track.

Search High and Far ( For collaboration, any instrument or vocals)

2020-10-30

it's time, i'm going to sleep

2009. From my first 'experimental' album.
Full album here; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=it3Eds2q6Ic

Going with the Flow

End Of Wandering

The kids wanna go out Wednesday
Do or die to have some fun
Bringing home the party atmosphere
And giving it to everyone

Granny knows the times are hard now
Coz the the clocks don't make no sense
Gonna sleep through the afternoon
And escape the the present tense

Sleep through the morning people
Sleep through the afternoon
And dream all day

Mary's Man Friday's missing
But he longs to be where he belongs
Leaves his tools on an unmade bed
It's a wrench when he's gone

Drive home through an empty city
Even the ghosts have left this town
Hurry on home for teatime
And leave the circus to the clowns

Going with the Flow

CHeeZ (guitarist)