Between the Worlds

Crystal Vision

A New wild ride with my talented friend https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics :-
I wonder what
I was doing
Not a lot
Before all this
I wonder what
Was my calling
Stuck in a rut
Before all this

And day by day
And year by year
It fades away
Becomes unclear

Is this the path I should be on
Now that I'm here

A midnight chancer
A moonlight dancer
A real champagner
An entertainer

Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2025

Before All This

Before All This - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

What a day Grandma 1

This is the final track for "Next Trail Marker". New album coming soon!!

Out, want to get out
Left foot down from the drivers seat
Stepping toward the front door
Grab my key

Now, who been sweeping sand from my driveway?
Toppled blocks piled up by the sidewalk

Think I want to move away
Out to Green Valley
How about it? 
Never look back

Well, fresh start clean the board
New neighborhood 
Stack ‘em back, better than before

Think I want to move away
Out to Green Valley
How about it? 
Never look back

Golf cart to the grocery store
No one sleeping on the bus stop 
Couldn’t ask for more

Out, want to get out
Left turn down to 19th street
Back away from that front door
Let’s move it out

Think I want to move away
Out to Green Valley
How about it? 
Never look back

I think I want to move away
How about it?

Golf cart to the grocery store
No one sleeping on the bus stop 
Couldn’t ask for more


Out, Want Out

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

Jewelry Box With A Rock

Thank you for listening to this track. This is track 01 from my recently released album. 
I realize the meaning of this might not come through in its translation.
Think:  landfills, recycling dumps, auto wrecking yards, users, abusers, exploitation, and greed bathed in sarcastic apathy.

Produced By Brenda Doss
Mixed By John Fields
Mastered By Rareform Mastering
Song By Brenda Doss and Dave Zeiher
Buy the Album Here: https://brendadoss.bandcamp.com/album/brenda-doss
©2024 By Brenda Doss (BMI)

Lyrics:

You’ve got that new car smell
I like the way you look
So why should I care
If I’m your driver of the month
So let’s get down to business baby
Something new will gratify us
Satisfaction guaranteed with

More and more...

I live a toilet paper world
Of paper cups and plastic forks
I can’t recall what I did yesterday
I like a change I like it fast 
Addicted to nothing that lasts and 
God, I love this new car that has

More and more...


Everything disposable 
What of the future
Use it up and throw it all away
Getting tired of living 
In a toilet paper world
In a toilet paper world

More and more...

I want it all I want it now
Have my cake and eat it all somehow
Can’t wait to take this baby for a spin
But sooner or later 
My new car will start failing
And then he will require

More and more...

Give me more 
I want more 
Give me more 
I want more

Brenda Doss

Toilet Paper World

Lyrics:
My body begs to be read like a crime scene
She looks at me, fiercely, like a piece of meat
She eye fucks me within her dreams obscene
Caught in her world where our desires meet

Pre-Chorus
I could have asked for a warrant, but what for ?
Your dominant gaze kicks down my door.
Strip-search my soul, reveal what’s true,
Nudity tells secrets, they’re calling to you.

(Chorus)
Oh, strip-search, take me down to the bare
Naked and breathless, I can't help but stare
Tattooed temptress, you set my heart racing
Confused and horny, lost in your pacing

In the basement glow, where secrets collide
I’m naked in front of you, I’ve got nothing to hide.
Your tattoos tell a story, where each line ignites
Every curve of your skin sends me flying kites

(Bridge)
I’m confused, I’m torn, but I crave what I feel,
The rush of surrender, it’s painfully real.
Latex glove searching, probing my private space
In this burning fantasy, we’re lost in the chase

(Chorus)
Oh, strip-search, take me down to the bare
Naked and breathless, I can't help but stare
Tattooed temptress, you set my heart racing
Confused and horny, lost in your pacing

(Outro)
So here in this basement, where secrets collide,
A tattooed enchantress, with nowhere to hide.
In the dark, I discover what I didn’t know,
The thrill of the strip-search, a sweet afterglow.

Strip search

There is light at the end of the darkened tunnel. No matter what happens in life hopefully there is a way to find happiness! 




Yon wind howls o'er the craggy hill
 The heather bends But it won’t be still 
A wee bairn cries doon by the burn 
Auld ghosts linger They ne’er return  

Dinnae fash The stars will guide 
The tide it turns Nae need tae hide  

Under the heather moon We’ll bide 
Wi' secrets whispered Side by side 
Oor hearts beat wild Wi' love sae true
 Forever lost under skies sae blue  

Auld stones watch fae the ancient glen 
Whisperin' tales o’ forgotten men 
The bracken dances A fiery sea 
Hame feels far But ye're here wi’ me  

Under the heather moon We’ll bide 
Wi' secrets whispered Side by side 
Oor hearts beat wild Wi' love sae true 
Forever lost under skies sae blue  

The world may crumble Hills may fall 
But in yer arms I’ll brave it all 
The loch may freeze The trees may bow
 But love like this It won’t break now

Under the heather moon .mp3

une libre interprétation d'un magnifique poème de Pierre Reverdy intitulé : Matin
PAROLES
Sur l’oreiller
Front rougissant
Tête penchée
Demain passe derrière
Et je suis en chemin
 Déjà
Quelqu’un s’en va
Pour survivre à la nuit
L’oiseau vibre comme un réveil.

Dans le rideau
Rayon emprisonné
La guêpe a quitté son corset
La dame a mis ses bracelets
La baignoire est pleine
 De la mer

Auréolée
 La tête aux cheveux de satin
 Un doigt levé
 Une pensée
Comment ne pouvez-vous l’entendre ?
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LYRICS
MORNING

On the pillow
Blushing forehead
Head Tilted
Tomorrow passes behind
And I'm on my way
 Already
Someone is leaving
To survive the night
The bird vibrates like an alarm clock.

In the curtain
Imprisoned Ray
The wasp has left its corset
The lady has put on her bracelets
The bathtub is full
 From the sea

Haloed
 The head with satin hair
 A finger raised
 A thought
How can you not hear it?

Free adaptation of Pierre Reverdy's poem


Scotch and Sun

Axel Kroll