The poetry of the text rivals the beauty of the melody  👏👏 !!!

This has to be the last thing I listen to tonight. But I'm drawn like a moth to fresh musical lights, see how those lights flicker and glow, taking me into the swamp, but that's how it goes. In this case, a very nice subtly constructed mix of minimalist piano accompaniment and a gravelly voice, working through carefully constructed lyrics with actual thoughts embedded in them. Very nicely done.

If there was an, Especially liked, button, I'd click it for this song. The delivery is dry but with plenty of feeling. Straight from and to the heart.

What I Took From A Book

Old frozen scenes
where daylight breathes
and fades away
As they roam and seek
how it feels unreal
left here today

Gone, the past has gone
forever gone
As hope, keeps holding on
keeps holding on

Old echoed dreams
they crawl and weave
then fade away
Not much left to believe
as the past it creaks
here today

Frozen Scenes

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

I'd been talking for a while with @kinelle-man (one of my favourite Soundcloud artists) about collaborating on something, but I was always too lazy to do anything about it. Then he recently approached me with this great tune, which was more or less complete already, and he suggested I add some drums to it, and whatever else I thought might work. most of the music is from kinelle man, while I added some drums, organ, and extra guitar bits (see below for details). Once I mixed it together, we really loved how it turned out and I'm grateful to kinelle man for this fun opportunity! Dedicated to a friend of a friend.  :)

kinelle man - bass, main guitars, arrangement
mistermark - drums, percussion, organ, additional guitar fills (samples of GarageBand loops)
Kevin G Davy - trumpet


Image design concept by me based on kinelle man's song title, created using ChatGPT 4o and Photoshop. It's meant to be an abstract of a cell nucleus, on an old polaroid photo.

Family Circle (a kinelle man / mistermark 'cool'-laboration)

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

surreal anomaly

Surreal Anomaly



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

Black Dark Humor is a sad poem about the routine of life in a big city like São Paulo. A difficult day in the life of an ordinary Paulistano, facing work and dealing with the chaos of the city. A day when the earth stood still.

Black Dark Humor
Close the door, turn off the light;
The dream has just begun...
Another blinding day of heat,
And burning flames...
Last month hasn’t ended yet;
Time is just a shadow...
Through these hazy days, I agonize,
Then beg for mercy...

Have some pity on me;
I’m both devout and crude.
Sentenced to twenty years
In the penitentiary of boredom...
Now and then I try, at last,
To sigh without a thought...
To drown my feelings deep inside,
Then take off and fly.

It’s six o’clock, the morning’s here,
Yet the rooster never crows...
But my stern, responsible self
Shakes me up to rise again.
The bell tolls, I hide the sky,
A sky that bears no light...
The world still turns, yet somehow,
It stopped spinning for me...

Black Dark Humor (Negro Humor Negro)

My Dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you
Let it drain from you your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you
both slowly and fastly.
but it’s much better to be killed by a lover
falsely yours, 

Henry Charles Bukowski

Years back,I saw the above stanza on the internet...  According to Bukowski "experts" he actually  did not write this...so idk ....the author origin is a mystery....
so for this piece,
I lifted the first line but made a more positive song as I wanted the "kill" to really to be  more of a metamorphosis...a change..a salvation..a call to pursue your passion  without delay as our time left on this mortal coil  is unknown.... So keep on creating  keep on playing ...find what you love...

                            
       Find What You Love, Let It Kill You

Find what you love, let it kill you                                                            
Let it devour your senses                                                                      
Engulf and embrace your resolve    
                                                     
Find what you love, let it save you
Your sweet resurrection 
Reframe and regroup then dissolve 

Fade away but don’t fade to black                                                         
Fly to the orange, the red                                                                     
Like Icarus into the sun
Take a breath, there's no turning back 
Each moment a memory, minute
Lean on the learned ones.

Find what you love, let it kill you
Be born from the ashes
In purpose and pain comes the light 

Find what you love and let it change you
Don't be afraid of the mockers or mourners 
Who pass in the night 

Run away, but don’t run too far
Your hand on the rock
Like Sisyphus, now the moment's begun
Take a breath, it's all that you are 
You feel it growing, yearning
Live like the ancient ones.

Find what you love...Find what you love…

This could be our last stand                                                                     
American Bandstand 
The Alamo of your life
A Soundcloud crucifix                                                                             
No need to surrender                                                                        
Are you a player
Or just a pretender 
Another suspect device                                                                           
Feel the clock inside you tick 
                                                               
Find what you love, let it kill you 
Death the divider
The boatman is seeking his toll
Find what you love, let it take you
Gone solo, gone swimming
Swift currents, lose control

Walk along the edge of the knife 
Always counting, comparing your silver
There is so much more to be won
You're only floating on the surface of life
Try to dive deeper, dream away
Let the day go undone.

Find what you love...Find what you love..

Find What You Love, Let It Kill You

I’m Keeping Score (open invitation for a collab from IPG1) 
IPG1 & Paploviante
Original Vocals from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/im-keeping-score-vocals-92-bpm
Paploviante: E-Bass, Mix, Mastering and Music Composition. 
Picture Background P. Racle Senior (R.I.P)

I'm Keeping Score

CAN’T YOU SEE
Vocals: Melissa (Ghosthack) Can’t you see
Brandon (Ghosthack) I don’t wanna go
https://www.ghosthack.de
Lillithe: Arrangement and Production
Paploviante: Remastering


Can't you see

Music written in response to the sudden loss of a beloved pet. Sorely missed but always loved and remembered well.

Words - Before me, before it rained
We were together in time and now rightly pained.
Nothing I can do to change it
Nothing's gonna make it go away
Here in my heart you have a home to always stay.

Before me, the tides keep on changing
Before me, I'll keep rearranging again and again.

Time and time again we wake up then fall asleep
When will the sun come out and bring us all up from the deep.

B4ME

To welcome the arrival of Spring 🌹🌷🌼🌿🌱

Spring Symphony

This song is a raw and emotional journey through betrayal, deception, and personal liberation. Each verse paints vivid imagery of lies and manipulation, from shadows that suffocate to sweet smiles that conceal toxic intentions. The chorus delivers the emotional core, expressing the pain of being trapped in someone else’s web while simultaneously capturing the moment of breaking free. The bridge marks a turning point, where the narrator steps off the edge of despair and begins to reclaim their strength. Through metaphors of storms, ghosts, and fragile dreams, the song explores the struggle of seeing through falsehoods and ultimately finding the courage to breathe again.

pain

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



Find What You Love, Let It Kill You

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