Sphere

Thanks to Chloe for vocal harmonies

Who are these, their lips curled back
Their intense eyes are down where their intent lies
And the great trees are unmoved as they look up to the sky
Who are these with a vital mercy mission
Their incandescent sparks flashing  rages in the dark
The Sun cares nothing for them, nothing for them.

What single beat knows it's resonance?
What precious heart can stand to be apart?
-      It’s in the endless now
And a breath is just a breath and is all until it’s spent
-      Ever falling down
Delicate blooms reach up, captive by their roots
-      If there’s no way out
Their self fulfilling purpose an insubstantial circus 
-      Then let them slay me now
They are entwined, but they are blind

A View from the Great Trees

Find happiness in the littleness

Lyrics: Autumn
vocals/guitars: Wendy
Guitars/harmony: Autumn
Synth/Bass machines/Drum machines/kit: todd
Image: selfie of the band posing next to a pretty lake with ducks

Chase happiness 			
Kindness 				
Happy kindness 			
Kind Happiness			
Hold bunnies 				

Share your blue aura 
get smile points 
wear platforms 
be tall for fun

get the side out!

My own little squad of robots 
Joy 

I’ve been holding on
Too long
To a losing dream
That I will be adored 
Right? By everyone?

I do my best
Why don’t they love me?

Said my jeans fit really good 
Say my jeans hit
I would be so much fun if I was 
Rich, and good looking
And making … KILLS
Side out

Winning IS better
Side Out
80’s headband, wavy hair

I watched every episode of 
my life 
With the Walter boys

Happy now?

Confession:
I love being on the volleyball team
But I suck
I’m worthless

there have been 
some not joy filled moments 
when I had unkind thoughts

Wendy: Guitar Lament

Chorus:
Be kind, be happy
There’s no reward
Work hard, then die
(You’ll cry)
We only want you here so we can win again

Autumn: solo 

try to be kind
try not to cry
try to be kind
If they would be kind
To me
Could I actually be
Happy?
Find happiness in the littleness

Written in the tortilla chip aisle at Costco.
Wearing ridiculously tiny shorts. Wtf is wrong with everybody?

Find happiness in the Littleness

Find happiness In The Littleness

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

135 INDIE MONTRÉAL ROCK.

12/17/2024

What I Want To Tell You

Music: Joachim Krömker
Guitars & Synth: Joachim Krömker
Vocals: xian3
Editorial work on Lyrics: xian3
Words by Theodor W. Adorno (1903-1969) in „Philosophy of new music“, 1949
Translation mainly by machine
Cover: AI generated on Dec.31st 2024 at 10:30

Behind The Dam

“The person 
who allows oneself 
to be exuded (poured out)
in weeping 
and a music 
which is no longer like it 
in anything, (in anything)

at the same time 
allows the stream 
of what is not itself 
to flow back 
into it, 
what is not itself 

and what was dammed up 

behind the dam 
of the world of things.”  	

Behind the dam
Behind the dam
Behind the dam

Behind the Dam (feat. xian3)

New Kraut In Space

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

There we were waiting
As it always seems to be
The evening closing in around us
Distance as far as the eye could see
We held each other tightly
A warning to the insinuating cold
That this here between us
Will become a storied tale of old

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

The snowflakes did their dance
In ringlets and spirals they fell
Forming upon every surface
A cocoon preserving yesterday well
But today was a new day
That projects what lay ahead
So hand slides into hand
And head leans against head

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

It's the burden for time now
To pose its weary questions and try to dispel
Like every union ever made
That had risen before they fell
But make no mistake for this is a special one
Poised and ready to take its stand
To assign itself victorious
And tread the hourglass of sand

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

We took that arduous journey
That's claimed many a pair
We emerge in the wake of every discord
Undisturbed by avarice or lack of care
The morning sun shines brightly
As the trees stretched to meet the day
We smile as we whisper in each other's ear
The only words we've ever needed to say

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree
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JS

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

Forgotten Library

Tomorrow I will take the light 
and bend it 'round my day

Tomorrow I will walk ahead
and let your phantom fade

cause I know you are happy
without me
without me

The jury in my head
is begging me to lock 
the thought of innocence away
but the judge is 
torn between her gut
it disagrees with 
the facts displayed

Oh, I was nasty
I was so mad
now you probably hate me
but I love you still
I love you still

I know you are happy
without me
without me

Tomorrow I will take the light 
and force it 'round my day
tomorrow i will walk ahead
but recognize that messes will be made

These chemical thoughts
they put me here
These chemical thoughts
they put me here
These chemical thoughts
they put me here
it could be so simple

could be so simple

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A View from the Great Trees

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