yeah it does have to be enough. this is great. i am start to get you very cool <3

A very good friend of mine was a friend of his. This brings back memories.

Hard hitting lyrics and vocals, powerful as hell

What I Took From A Book

■概要(Overview)
雲の上まで続く断崖。
そこに設置されたエレベーター。
「最上階」には素晴らしい世界が広がっているらしい。
しかし、そこに行って帰ってきた人は誰もいないという。
「お客様、ようこそいらっしゃいました。(ウィィィィン・・　※妙な機械音)」
・・・・・・
そんな感じの曲です。

A cliff that extends above the clouds. An elevator installed there. 
They say a wonderful world unfolds on the "top floor." 
However, no one has ever returned from there.

"Welcome, dear guests. (Wiiiin... strange mechanical sound)" ...... 
That's the kind of song it is.

■歌詞
「エレベーター」

お客様ようこそ
いらっしゃいました
世にも珍しい
アトラクションです

超絶スピード　駆け上る　岩壁を
岩肌　打ち付けられながら　頂上めがけ
泣いても　叫んでも　転がり続ける

エレベーター in nature
エレベーター 岩壁のアトラクション


虹色のライトと
豪華な内装
外の世界から
「最上階」まで

超過重量は　投げ落とす　順番に
岩肌　踊り狂いながら　楽園めがけ
泣いても　叫んでも　かき消されるだけ

エレベーター in nature
エレベーター ワイルドなアトラクション


最上階は見渡す限りのお花畑
あらゆる苦しみ　無くなってゆく
極楽浄土


超絶スピード　駆け上る　岩壁を
岩肌　打ち付けられながら　頂上めがけ
泣いても　叫んでも　転がり続ける
転がり始めたら　転がり続ける
極楽浄土まで　転がり続ける

エレベーター in nature
エレベーター 岩壁のアトラクション


■Lyrics (Translated)
"Elevator"

Welcome, dear guests You have arrived At a rare attraction
Speeding up the cliffs at incredible speed Battering against the rock face, 
heading to the top Crying or screaming, they keep rolling

Elevator in nature Elevator, the cliffside attraction

Rainbow lights and luxurious interiors 
From the outside world To the "top floor"
Excess weight is thrown off, 
in order Dancing crazily along the rock face, 
aiming for paradise Crying or screaming, they are just drowned out

Elevator in nature Elevator, the wild attraction


The top floor is a flower field as far as the eye can see 
All suffering disappears In the heavenly paradise

Speeding up the cliffs at incredible speed Battering against the rock face, 
heading to the top Crying or screaming, 
they keep rolling Once they start rolling, 
they keep rolling All the way to paradise

Elevator in nature Elevator, the cliffside attraction

Point1:elevator(エレベーター)

Wise Blood

I want some wise blood   
 I want to choose not to choose  
The world above us  
No excuse for what we lose 

Gotta make a decision   
For that I don't need this PhD  
Won't be an act of precision
For this freedom I fight then flee  

The walls of the Church                 
They're building them higher   
Into the clouds in search of God  
The walls of this church               
The great multiplier             
Run through the city, claim the streets and yards 

Chorus

I need to make a decision 
Reject the promise of sanctity
Forget that sin abolition
All those around here, they've taken the knee

The fog of the future                                 
The mist of the past                                  
Borders are bleeding in search of  God   
Ancients to slaughter                               
The chain and the lash                            
Tryouts tomorrow for the Junior Death Squad          





Wise Blood

based on the short story Sredni Vashtar by Saki

Do One Thing For Me

Do one thing for me                
I kneel at your shrine              
Red thoughts, white teeth       
They call for peace                  
As the planets align                 
Tool shed my cathedral            
A silence musty and dim          
Knotted and naked                   
Offering sacred                         
Blame the ferret and the hen    

Do one thing for me                            
A singular sacrifice                              
Do one thing on this witchy day          
One small sin for my paradise             
Do one thing, one precious thing         
The brown beast turns and roars         
The darkness takes what duty brought 
Like a writer lost in war                          

Sit down have a celebration              
Tea with buttered toast I'm making       
All the little children hiding in the forest  
The animals are running free                  

Sit down, then stand up at attention          
Salute the General, time too short to mention  
All the little children fighting in the forest    
The animals are running free                      

Do one thing for me         
This vicious moment in time  
Short story the rage               
Canvas the page                   
Make the madness divine     
Tool shed my cathedral            
A silence musty and dim          
Knotted and naked                   
Offering sacred                         
All hail the ferret and the hen    













Do One Thing For Me

idea from the book El Sicario...por favor excuse some of  my beginner Spanish mispronunciations and I am sure grammatical errors....unpolished it is , lo siento

Sicario Blues (La Plata o Plomo)

La plata o plomo                                       
The silver or lead                                       
He's talking in Spanish                              
Got a gun at your head                              
Mas o menos, Señor                               
It's the Sicario blues                                   

He loves his mama
El ama a su madre
Got to bury your body first
Before he takes her to church on Sunday
Mas o menos, can't you see it
His Sicario blues

Lately, he's been wondering                       
Just whose side he's on                             
No quiere una guerra                                 
All these loaded guns                                
Sure, he's got some money                        
El dinero es grosso                                   
pero las manos, sus manos                             
Se han ensuciado                                     

La plata o plomo 
The silver or lead 
He'd rather be in Iceland
In a nice warm feather bed 
Mas o menos por favor
Those Sicario blues

Sooner or later, he'll be coming around 
Juarez, Tijuana, he'll be hunting you down
Su corazón es duro 
And your alibi is soft 
You're the last one on his list of names
Before he's running off

La plata o plomo 
The silver or lead 
El hijo de Dios 
Gonna put you straight to bed 
Si claro, mi amigo 
Tiene el Sicario blues
Es verdad amigos 
No escaping those Sicario blues







Plata o Plomo (Sicario Blues)


intro is a quote from the novel Cat's Cradle(1963) by Kurt Vonnegut Jr

My Compass is Broken

Plans are vague                                                             
Imprecise                                                                         
Indistinct                                                                          
Like men and mice                                                        
But it's better than having a stone cold point of  view   
Feeling lost 
Cast adrift
Gone off course 
Missing ship
No need to understand where I'm heading to

My compass is broken                                                  
The arrow is starting to spin                                         
This path unspoken                                                       
Not sure of the place I'm in                                           
Do I turn East?                                                                
West?                                                                               
Father does not know best                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I don't know what to do       

                                           
Empty maps
Beckon me
Find the lost
City of Z
Take a long, strange trip inside my little head
Foreign fields
Hallowed ground
Misunderstood
Tightly wound
Instead of finding the treasure, I find myself instead

Oh, my compass is broken 
A newfound split past everyone 
From one pole to the other 
Like Peary, Scott and Amundsen 
Do I turn North?
South?
Living foot in mouth
My compass is broken 
What do I have to do?

Peculiar travel suggestions                                           
Are dancing lessons from God                                    
So move your feet to this rhythm                                 
And do the Mashed Potato                                          
Or the Kurt Vonnegut                                                          

Grow a pair
Get a grip
Find a job
F#$* that shit
Destination unknown
Take a chance, enjoy the view

My compass is broken
It's a world of bobble and spin
I'm awake but unwoken 
It's the best place I've ever been
Switching it on....off....
From the equator to the permafrost
My compass is broken
Don't call the rescue crew                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I'm far away from you                                         
My compass is broken
Do what I have to do


Lyrics Hand on the Rock/ K Vonnegut Jr
Music Hand on the Rock

My Compass Is Broken



Feb 11 1963....Death of Sylvia Plath... 62 years ago... 
Florida Dawn reference found within the pages of  the Bell Jar her only novel
Sylvia Plath reading a portion of Lady Lazarus opens tune...

Florida Dawn

All that we touch                                       
Turns to dust                                            
The flesh gone frantic                              
The ink upon the page                         
The idea stays                                         
Reading pages of Plath                            
Such a sad aftermath                               
I picked up those letters                             
And sprinkled some bits on your grave       
See love where it lays                                 

That February spinning round                       
Breath is getting thin                                     
Sit and watch the ocean tide                         
Centuries crashing in                                     
In the Florida Dawn                                        
Another episode of cruel                                
The leader and the ones lead on                    
Who's playing tricks on who?                          

Rain begets rust                                           
Turns steel into dust                                     
The flesh gone static                                    
A chemical tease for the brain                    
Why did you read her again?                          
She did a Sylvia Plath                                 
Climbing into the bath                                    
I'll spare you the details,                               
the end result was the same                       
Minus the fame                                            

Now everything is spinning round                 
In this space I'm in                                       
I sit and watch the ocean tide                        
All those centuries crashing in                       
In the Florida Dawn                                       
Replay your episode of cruel                            
The leader and the one lead on                    
Who's playing tricks on who?                          

I walk these words and find myself              
Where you said you'd be 
I walk these words to where you ought to be                            
But there's only me                                       







Florida Dawn

you can't know what you want if you don't know what you have
to find someone to trust you must first trust yourself
if you are your own person.don't run with the crowd
then don't let talking heads put words into your mouth

you fear things that aren't real
hate people you don't know
you're surrounded by bounty but you're hungry all the time
you can't see the beauty
cause your dark soul's made you blind
turn off the internet and use your own mind

you can't know what you want....

if your priest or your iman is telling you to kill
is he talking as a man or expressing God's will
do you really think if you think this all through
that God wants you to kill someone that you never knew

you can't know what you want...

so look all around you
use your own eyes and ears
you have the strength within you
do do right without fear

trust yourself 2

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

Landscape VI.

song about Allen Ginsberg

soundclips from AG reading parts of  his poem Howl

Drunken Dumbshow  

Holy, holy, we're holy
This land of prayer and restraint 
Weapon born from society 
An insect stuck in the paint 
Hospital laugh with appended smile
True lust to fake the faint
A faint hope that's close to nothing at all
But it's something for the people who ain't 

Beat down, strung out, colorful, crazy
The weight of the world is love
In the end, it is enough
In the end, it has to be enough 
Broken mother, father 
Like the rest of us fallen ones
On the streets we Howl and run

Kaddish, death convention 
Now he's the King of May
The long hair of Adam
His cosmic beard at play
To ease the pain of living
The work will set you free
That was the message he breathed 
The politics of ecstasy 

Beat down, strung out, colorful, crazy
The weight of the world is love
In the end, it is enough
In the end, it has to be enough 
Broken mother, father 
Like the rest of us fallen ones
On the streets we Howl and run

Poet, pilgrim, sacrilege 
Buddhist, lover, anarchist 
5 to 1, he is on their list 
Acid-dropping dreamer, God's pharmacist 
All else is
Drunken dumbshow







Drunken Dumbshow

“ Colpi Dritti “  by Luke 

During Medieval & Renaissance days the fencing word..
“Colpi Dritti”…means: “Vadi blows from the right side used to defend one self” as the warriors had to do…

Just a fun experimental piece …

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Guitar & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Colpi Dritti”  by Luke

Hello… thanks for dropping by. This song is a loud, electric-slide song. It has overdriven slide, some homemade (learning how to:no drum kit) percussion, a vocal harmony and gravely vocals. I am happy I am able to do this at all, at 68 years of age… especially singing, which greatly wanes with age. (I really just started to sing within the last decade or so.) Traveling On… may be seen as a metaphor, or not, it doesn’t really matter. It might signify personal change or a movement toward and/or away from something. There is a hint of recognition, insofar as the unwavering essence of who we are… There is a suggestion of working toward peace. Again, this could be seen as metaphorical, in a sense of personal introspection. What do we espouse, condone and accept in this life for ourselves and society? Do you want to ‘Travel On’? Thanks for hanging out, Mark

Traveling On

Stepping up

Last spring, I had a jazzy musical interaction with songbirds to produce Magnolia. This spring, I explore the genre of jazz once again but this time with a mockingbird.

A few weeks ago, I recorded a mockingbird singing a jazzy serenade a cappella from his perch on my neighbor's chimney. And oh my! The bird sang like he was the hot new kid on the block, and the whole neighborhood had to listen!

The Northern Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos) can sing up to 200 different songs, some of which are original and others mimic the sounds of other birds and creatures, including insects and machines. 

I added electro — keyboard, piano, bass, and electronic drum kits — to the mockingbird audio recording using my MIDI and DAW, and I hope you find the music as amusing and entertaining as the jazzy mockingbird’s song.

Chill jazz fusion at 85 bpm

Audio of mockingbird recorded live April 2, 2025. The LoFi audio is raw, unaltered except for cuts to delete car noise and the conversation of neighbors, so that the music wraps around the birdsong.

With props to Harper Lee’s book, To Kill A Mockingbird, whose main character Atticus Finch teaches that it’s a sin to kill mockingbirds because they harm no one with their songs — a symbolic theme of the book — it’s wrong if not evil to attack or destroy innocent people.

“Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy…. they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us.”

…………………….
DAW: Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard
E-INSTRUMENTS:
Concert Grand piano
SoCal Ballad Piano
Ambient Lead
Warm Glow Chords synth
Lunar Strings synth 
Fingerstyle Electric Bass
Deep Round Synth Bass
E-DRUM KITS:
Drum ‘N Bass Remix 
Trip Hop Remix 
Trip Hop Remix Phaser
Trance Remix
2-Step Remix 
African
Latin 

COVER ART is a composite using AI-generated images created by the DaVinci app and then designed in Photoshop.
………………..

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Mockingbird

.... band rehearsal "warm up", very first jam before "work",  rec. april 2025 with Zoom H1n
dePhaze: AdmassD ... Groovebox,Vocals, Percussion // Biff Debris .... Guitar and FX, Percussion // Marc Kirschvink ..... Bass // Ali Blue ... Drums //  joerxworx ... Saxophone
That "keyboard" comes from the guitar :-)  ... stompbox magic ...

dePhaze Warm Up

Only you

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



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