A Story

"My Home Is in the Delta" [01.13.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

My Home Is In The Delta [01.13.25]

Confidential

What Do You Want From Me ?

Woke up in a city, chasing dreams in neon light
Had a pocket full of hope, thought I'd own the night
But the skyline's just a backdrop, for the race I'm running blind
Every step I take forward, leaves contentment behind

Bought the latest gadget, thought it'd fill the void inside
But the thrill it faded quickly, now it's just another ride
Climbing higher, reaching further, but the summit's out of sight
On this endless hedonic treadmill, I'm spinning every night

Round and round, I'm chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but I'm back where I start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but I never find the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of my heart


There's a woman in the mirror, she's got lines beneath her eyes
She's been climbing corporate ladders, trading sleep for overtime
Every promotion, just a moment, in the grand scheme of her life
The applause fades to silence, leaving echoes of her strife

She bought a house with a garden, but the flowers never bloom
She filled the rooms with fancy things, yet still she feels the gloom
She's got a title, got respect, but it's just another plume
On the wings of her ambition, flying circles in her room

Round and round, she's chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but she's back where she start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but she never finds the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of her heart

We're all dreamers, we're believers, in the future we design
But the finish line keeps moving, with each goal we redefine
We're addicted to the newness, to the rush of what's unseen
But the high's a fleeting moment, like a whisper in between

There's a kid out in the suburbs, dreaming big behind closed doors
He's got posters of his idols, and a list of all his scores
But the medals on his dresser, are just tokens of his wars
Fighting battles for approval, never knowing what it's for

He's got the grades, he's got the plan, but something's always missed
The joy of simple moments, lost in the pursuit of bliss
He's climbing higher, thinking someday, he'll reach the top of this
But the view is just a mirage, fading into the abyss

Round and round, we're chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but we're back where we start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but we never find the spark
Just ghosts in a machine, losing pieces of our hearts

So we run, and we run, through the night and through the day
Chasing happiness like a phantom, that always slips away
But maybe if we stop, take a breath, and just stay
We'll find the joy we're missing, in the simple things we say

Hedonic Treadmill

Original composition……Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Continuus Prelude

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Saponaria

Guitarist Hank Rusch releases the first song from his much anticipated new album entitled Along The Mississippi. It is a bonafide rocker.  Hank's growly voice imparts the lyrics, with a great recurring guitar riff following each line, eighth notes hammering away, a killer lead guitar solo with Hank playing with the abandon of an animal loosed from its cage....He's long gone and out of sight.

GOOD BAD AND BLUE
By Hank Rusch

My lady left to today she left a note on the table
We're diggin' lots of trench but we ain't got no cable
The boss is breathin' down my neck he wants us to work faster
but with half the crew missin' it's a big disaster

My buddy saw her cheatin' but I played it cool
but now it's official so I guess I'm a fool
We're short on supplies and I'm the last man standin'
But I'll keep on pushin'
cause that's what lifes' demandin'

Well, I work just hard enough to feel good
But not enough to make it right like I should
My hearts' gettin' heavy but I'm gonna get through
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

I'm the only man I know who ain't got a bad back
But today I slipped my sacroiliac
Still, the ladies don't mind I guess I still got my charm
I walk in the place with two on my arm

The weekend's comin' I can finally kick back
But the boss wants more hustle I ain't feelin' that
Heart's heavy with memories, I don't know what to do
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

The weekend's here I can kick back and breathe
My boss keeps on pushin' it's hard to believe 
Heart's heavy with echoes of what we once knew
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue

Well, the more I work the further I'm back
I'm chasin' my tail like a crazy cat
I'm pourin' my sweat but my paychecks are light
I'm gonna keep on keepin' on and fight the good fight

The weekend's here I can kick back and breathe
My boss keeps on pushin' it's hard to believe 
Heart's heavy with echoes of what we once knew
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue
Just livin' this life of good bad and blue
Just livin' this life of good bad, 
good bad, good bad, and blue

Along The Mississippi

Good Bad and Blue

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Going Back

Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

This songs describes where I'm at these days.

Lyrics:
You think I’ve reached the day, when things have stopped goin’ my way,
It’s scary to consider,  my feet turnin’ into clay,
But there’s that breeze, the greens of the trees,
The beauty will make my head pop so I’ll  keep
Livin’ each day, prayin’ to stay,
Keepin’ that body together.
                                           
I heard the doctor say, 
To stop skippin’ over the ocean,
You know I’ll surely pay,
For acting on every notion,
But look at the sky, the sun flyin’ by,
It’s calling me on and on so I’ll keep
Livin’ each day, praying to stay,
Keepin’ that soul together.

That pile of pills seems to grow bigger every day,
If something gets me they’ll be evidence exhibit “A”,
So head for the hills, forget about wills,
Soak up all the nature and calm and just keep
Livin’ each day, praying to stay,
Keepin’ it all together.

Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.
Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.
          
Yeah, I heard the doctor say, 
I should stop skippin’ over the ocean,
And I’ll surely pay,
For acting on every notion,
But look at the sky, the sun flyin’ by,
It’s calling me on and on so I’ll keep
Livin’ each day, praying to stay,
Keepin’ it all together.

Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.
Keepin’ it all, keepin’ it all together.

Keepin' it All Together

Fang Dang

There is a little poem by Charlotte Brontë, ‘The House Was Still’:

The house was still – the room was still
‘Twas eventide in June
A caged canary to the sun
Then setting – trilled a tune

A free bird on that lilac bush
Outside the lattice heard
He listened long – there came a hush
He dropped an answering word –

The prisoner to the free replied

But sadly, what he replied we will never know. The poem breaks off there. At least when written in 1915. 
"We will never know" ... until now. I took these sentences and shamelessly asked AI to continue the story. Here is the result as Folk & Singer-songwriter tune.

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Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

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