She sought love from the same woman over and over again and was rejected each time. Her answer is always the same whether she proposes the first time, the second time, or the third time. No!
"Then why did we always enjoy chatting so well?" And why does the feeling of my long-gone love never fade away?

No matter how many times I propose, her answer is no! (263)

The noise rises up

Poem “Dillard Sissman” from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

Thanks for recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie
Beating the grass into long waves.

My kite is above the wind,
Though now and then it wobbles,
Like a man shaking his shoulders;
And the tail streams out momentarily,
Then sinks to rest.

And the buzzards wheel and wheel,
Sweeping the zenith with wide circles
Above my kite. And the hills sleep.
And a farm house, white as snow,
Peeps from green trees - far away.

And I watch my kite,
For the thin moon will kindle herself ere long,
Then she will swing like a pendulum dial
To the tail of my kite.
A spurt of flame like a water-dragon
Dazzles my eyes -
I am shaken as a banner!

Kite

Recorded and produced 
 by greyshoes#music-berlin 
08/2024

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Artwork by P. Werzlau,
 using photo: Summer Landscape 
On Rügen, (detail), 
photo replaced 03/09/2024.

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Nah//Fern Session #8 I Sandweg Blues

Something loose and fun to end the week.
A Howlin' Wolf style song.
Hey, in my mind, I'm a great dancer!!!

Lyrics:
We're rug cutting up a little on the dance floor
A little boot scuffin' on the rug (yes we do)
Sashay, into a little parlay with my girl
Bend, dip, twist, and twirl

I took my girl out for a dance on Friday night
And when the band kicked in, she said:
Something just doesn't seem right
I seem to dance on the 1s and the 3s (don't you see?)
High stepping, (yeah!) finger popping, that's what I do
You know when I work real hard
I really bust my moves

Yeah, I was busting my move
and she said to me
"Yeah, there's something wrong boo"
"cause you misaligned the groove'
Misaligned the groove
And that just goes to prove
Alcohol's the only thing that makes my dance moves improve

Rug cutting out on that dance floor
It's my St Louis Charleston flyover turnaround dance
Well, that's not your mother's mambo baby
Boot cutting, stripping down, turn your partner round
Bring em back around

Oh my girl, she calls me "Mr Slinky Bones"
Cause when I dance, I get real long and low
Real long and low
Mr Slinky Bones
She says: You dance like you think that you're  invisible
She calls  me
Mr Slinky Bones
I'm like a dog with 3 legs
Chasing his tail
I'm Mr Slinky Bones

Mr Slinky Bones

A fluid ride on the Zebra with a broad selection of synths saddled on.
All instruments Peter Hofland
Artwork: Max Drekker

Sequence

Carpenter Brut meets oneohtrix point never ;)

Paradise Inferno

During The Night

High Tempo for God Mix

Veinvine

Mellow Ambient

Exploring a blend of improvisation, styles, minimal composing and maximal production.

Sequence

Big Beech