Ich bin früher zu Hause
und  kann nicht glauben was ich
da seh
Du liegts in seinem Armen 
sein Arsch ist weiß wie Schnee

Eure Geilheit springt aus dem Zimmer
ihr schaut mich dämlich an
ihr habt Euch  fest umschlungen
wie ying und yang


Ich stehe vor Euch mit fragendem Blick
die Szene scheint still zu stehen
in tausend Filmen und noch viel  mehr
habe ich so etwas schon mal gessehen.

Doch jetzt bist Du es und leider acuh ich
mein Herz stockt  und mir wird ganz flau
Ich such nach Worten die ich abschiessen kann   
und alles was sage ist: Ciao.


Das Bild von euch beiden beim ficken
brennt sich in meinen Schädel ein

Ich nehme noch mit was ich bracuhen kann
dann lass ich euch allein.

so gehe ich langsam Stufe für Stufe 
und komme endlich unten an

Die Tür schließt sich und
bin ich ein freier Mann

Freier Mann

A tale of mild peril #folk #newmusic #acoustic #guitar #singer

Lazybones

For 3 of the Wadin' tracks... I played over the same simple rhythym... making 3 similarly different tunes, ...in from the sludge... was the first, this was the second...  after choosing love over death I now had to wade... out to see... where and what my choice would bring me...

...Out to See...

Demos 2021

You Walked In

Mariosyjp, have just released their latest single "Memories," a powerful song that delves into the bittersweet recollections of people who are no longer in our lives.

Memories is a throwback to the golden age of rock, with a driving beat and soaring guitar riffs that will transport listeners back to the heyday of the genre. But it's the poignant lyrics that set this song apart from the rest, as lead singer, Cree, croons about people he's lost over the years.

"Memories of my Sweet Angeline" he sings in the opening verse, setting the tone for the rest of the song.

Mariosyjp have always been known for their ability to write catchy, hook-driven songs, but "Memories" showcases a new side to the band's songwriting prowess. They've managed to take a difficult subject and turn it into something that is both relatable and uplifting, a tribute to the people who have touched our lives in some way."We wanted to write a song that would make people think about the people they've lost and the memories they've shared," says guitarist, Mario. "But we also wanted it to be a celebration of those memories, and a reminder that even though those people may be gone, they're never truly gone as long as we remember them."

"Memories" is a song that will undoubtedly strike a chord with listeners, and it's already making waves in the rock world.

Memories

I thought I knew you like the back of my hand.

Pain & Co.

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Another faller, there's some thinning on the lines. 
I suppose this is to be expected over time.
A distant figure stumbles you don't see their face. 
Just glad that you are still competing in the race.

Another day, another dollar, feeling fine.
But then you hear the shots ring out from down the line.
Another winner creates someone else to lose. 
There's lots of people left with lots of things to prove.

You came to me, show me your poetry.
But I just didn't have the time.
How could I know?
One of the first to go.
And those that's left must hold the line.

Another day, another dollar, you're not fine.
You barely notice shells before they hit the line.
Another winner creates people who must lose.
You were enough. 
You had nothing left to prove.

Always sad when old souls fall out of the line.

Hold The Line

Reconsider

All Songs by me (Written, Performed, Ruined, Resuscitated, Mixed, Re-recorded, Abandoned and all other possibilities).  Special thanks to Dani Ford, Kahlan Davis, John Moreland, and the Toxic Brothers.

Art by Amrulqays Maarof (PixaBay)

Flirting In The Rain (Street Light Mix)

Recorded 2023

LYRICS

Verse 1
I spent years with a hard heart, closed fists and closed doors,
Talkin’ loud but sayin’ nothin’, always wantin’ more.
I let pride be my anchor, I let anger steer my hand,
But somewhere on that broken road, I learned to understand.

Chorus
I’m not what I use to be, I’m finding a better man in me,
Learning how to love, how to bend, how to see.
We stumble, we fall, but the choice is still ours,
To rise from the dirt and reach for the stars.
No, I ain’t perfect, but I’m finally free—
I’m not what I use to be.

Verse 2
Now I sit a little longer, listen more than I speak,
I share the weight of my burdens, and the dreams that I keep.
Compassion’s like a river, it can heal a hardened soul,
Turns the coldest night into fire, makes a broken man whole.

Chorus
I’m not what I use to be, I’m finding a better man in me,
Learning how to love, how to bend, how to see.
We stumble, we fall, but the choice is still ours,
To rise from the dirt and reach for the stars.
No, I ain’t perfect, but I’m finally free—
I’m not what I use to be.

Bridge

Time can change a sinner, time can soften stone,
And the hardest lesson learned is we don’t walk alone.
Every scar tells a story, every tear makes it clear,
The man in the mirror’s someone new standing here.

Final Chorus
I’m not what I use to be, I’m finding a better man in me,
Learning how to love, how to bend, how to see.
We stumble, we fall, but the choice is still ours,
To rise from the dirt and reach for the stars.
No, I ain’t perfect, but I’m finally free—
I’m not what I use to be.

Outro (spoken or sung soft)
No, I ain’t perfect… but I’m finally free.
I’m not what I use to be.

Not What I Use to Be

In the Van with Max by Lobo Actual
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Flirting In The Rain (Street Light Mix)

Benjamin Nix