you always make classic pop culture feel so fresh. another great one

Really digging this... reminds me of The Wall by Pink Floyd ... I'm not sure why 🤍

You are a nostalgia machine. Excellent job.  Made me go back and listen to some kinison one of his Houston alums.   Anyway perfect 🤩

Love your style 👏 Excellent composition!!!

Really nicely crafted song & great performance

What a pleasant song, a tribute to the comedian - I didn't  know him

For every child who’s been told they’re “too much” or “not enough”
This is the story of life in a world that won’t slow down.

A neurodivergent mind trying to survive the noise, the lights, the looks, the labels. Misunderstood by teachers. Isolated by classmates. Always one step behind, or three steps ahead, but never quite where the world expects.

Until one quiet moment, and in my case, the sound of a clarinet.
It didn’t fix everything, but it gave my chaos a rhythm, and my mind some space to breathe.
(It won’t be the answer for everyone, but it helped me begin to find my way.)

This track isn’t perfect, neither am I.
But it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s enough. 💙🎵🕊️

This track is for the kids who feel everything.
💙 For the ones masking to fit in.
💙 For the ones melting down inside.
💙 For the ones still searching for a safe place to just be.

You’re not broken. You’re brilliant.
And your rhythm matters. 🎵🕊️

****Lyrics****

They said, “Use your words,”
But mine don’t come when I need them
They said, “Pay attention,”
But I already was, just not the way they wanted
I don’t talk much in class
But my head never stops
I see things they don’t
And they call it “wrong”

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

The lights flicker hard
And the questions come too quick
They say “just be normal”
But don’t say what that is
I like quiet corners
They call that “hiding”
But I call it breathing
When the noise keeps rising

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

I wish they’d stop asking me why I’m like this
And just ask me what I need
They might find I’ve got answers
They’ve never even seen

Then one day they handed me a clarinet
Said, “Let’s see what happens”
And I did
I held it close
Like something that understood
One steady breath
And the chaos moved

It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But I found a way to hold it back
Through every note I find my pace
In every sound, I carve some space
No, it didn’t fix everything
But it helped my heart to sing
It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But now I know who I am

I am not naughty
I am not wrong
I just needed
My own kind of song
And if you’re someone who stands beside us
When the world feels too sharp to explain
Who waits through the silence
And stays through the strain
If you've helped us breathe
When the noise felt too wide
If you’ve shown us our value
Instead of making us hide
Then thank you
For seeing the spark
For hearing the thread
For loving us gently
When others just fled

🎵 Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast

We are many, many people on this earth who are angry at warmonglers who send missiles and bombs at innocent civilians. Have they seen a direct hit by a bomb on a little boy or girl?
Now they have to stop bombing!! Is there no one who can speak out??

The World Today

They walk between the ruins where they have lived before
they search for their dad and for their mum under the burning sun
It seeams to be a hopeless project
since concrete masses are blocking their way
but they never give up
but they never give up

The world is surprised that so many countries are
involved in  bloody wars which common people never asked for
it is innocent folks who suffer the most
they have not anything to say in those lands
where dictators rule
where dictators rule

We hope that some day peace and calm will prevail
in every single country on this globe with all these wonderful folks
and all of the dictators are retired at this point
and people are free to say what they want
and not end up in jail
and not end up in jail

Lyrics in Swedish

Världen idag

De går mellan ruinerna där de tidigare bott
De letar efter sin pappa och sin mamma under den brännande solen
Det verkar vara ett hopplöst projekt
eftersom betongmassor blockerar deras väg
men de ger aldrig upp
men de ger aldrig upp

Världen är förvånad över att så många länder är
inblandade i blodiga krig som vanliga människor aldrig bett om
det är oskyldiga människor som lider mest
de har ingenting att säga till om i de länder
där diktatorer styr
där diktatorer styr

Vi hoppas att fred och lugn en dag ska råda
i varje land på detta jordklot med alla dessa underbara människor
och att alla diktatorer är pensionerade vid det här laget
och att människor är fria att säga vad de vill
och inte hamna i fängelse
och inte hamna i fängelse

The World Today - 2025-06-29 18.27

Music: Litttle Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix; Little Man

Lyrics:

1:
I'm a little woman in little town
I'm mostly happy, and a little down
But I'm ain't too small for myself

Chorus:
I´m a little blue, I'm a little white
I make the little big, with a little fight
A little in my heart
A little in my head
Small is big instead

2:
Sometimes i feel a little out of place
A little restless, with a little need for space
But I don't need space from myself

Chorus....

3:
I´m a little wild, I'm a little calm
A little stubborn, does a lot on my own
But I'm  aint too Wild for myself

Chorus.....

4
I´m a little crazy, I'm a little wise
Tend to dream a little, and fantasize..
But I'm aint too crazy for myself...

Chorus

Chorus.....  :)

Small Is Big

A little song(a bit rough around the edges) about the late great comedian Bill Hicks
It's a musical tribute to his It's Just a Ride monologue, which is on YouTube, and I have spliced it into the song
Bill died of pancreatic cancer only 32 years old in 1994 when he was at the height of his  career.
Memento Mori............................. a reminder for us all to enjoy the ride while we can.............................................                Run Free Bill...We still listen and remember 


Riding With Bill Hicks

It's just a ride, this life, this moment  C A7
It's a Tilt-A-Whirl of the mind             Dm Fm6
So if you please, please take a seat  C A7
Buckle up it's party time                        Dm G
Feel the thrills and chills and colors    F C
Round and round a dizzy trick            Dm Fm
My mind on rewind                               C
Back to ‘89                                            Am
Now I'm riding with Bill Hicks             F G C

Some people get so worried
They can't believe it's just a ride
Big bank accounts and fancy cars
Live to work the sweat and grind
And those war machines must be time machines
They always turn up in the mix
Leave the fear behind
Keep an open mind
Now you're riding with Bill Hicks
                                                      
The profound meets profane            F C
Swift barbs of the dark brigade        Fm C
Fantastic at sarcastic                         F
Homemade hand grenade                C b Am
Unfiltered and unafraid                      Am G

Break

As I sit here tonight and ponder
Growing softer in my Easy chair 
Bill's dream's still a dream for this mean old world
Bombs are dropping everyday out there
Another good one gone before his time
Just like his jogging foe Jim Fixx
Hope they are lighting up a fat one on the other side
Rest in laughter William Hicks

Riding With Bill Hicks

INDEEP // In The Depths…
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Drums & Percussion, Cover, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ @oesj 
© 2025 // All Rights Reserved

INDEEP

I am anything but a pessimist. I am not depressed either. However, the world is in such a sad state that, when I look for song lyric topics, I can hardly find anything positive or fun. Instead of singing, you just want to cry. Or scream. 

I wrote the following song in memory of the immeasurable pain and incredible will to survive of the Ukrainian people – neither as a lament nor as a protest song, just as an almost normal love song. 

Although I don't know the basics of the Ukrainian language, I also decided to write a Ukrainian version too (will be published soon) with the help of DeepL because this language sounds so extra beautiful – one special of so many diamonds of Europe's cultural diversity.

Image: Dmytro Kotenko who died on the third day of the Russian invasion. He was 21.

Music, lyrics, vocal prompt and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers. Vocal performance by suno4.5

Lyrics translation by DeepL:

Will I ever see you again?
Just once more?
Wandering through worlds, spaces and dreams.
No matter where, no matter when.

Losing all time forever
as if we were music.
Only us and nothing else anymore.
As if there were no war.

Coming together like two halves of a whole.
Barely able to breathe with happiness,
Your heart beating as loudly as mine.
In this moment.

Gazing at you silently as you sleep so beautifully.
So indescribably close,
I've never seen anything more beautiful.
And it was all true.

Why can't this continue?
Why are you a ghost?
Will I ever see you again,
Before it tears me apart?

Will I ever see you again,
Before it tears me apart?

Werd ich dich jemals wiedersehen?

In loving memory of Uwe and Mick🙏
Additional fretless bass by Lutz Boddenberg

Some Come Running (Take II)

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Little Boy, Where Are You?

opening clips Kurt Cobain /Courtney Love and Courtney Barnett /  Kurt Vile..... both doing duet covers...
Leadbelly's In the Pines..Jen Cloher's Fear is Like a Forest...  .....somehow it's all supposed to relate to a song that is about, what was, what wasn't and what was wished for....
for all those who are afraid to truly fly

kurt and courtney 


I remember kurt and courtney      Dsus2  D/E

But you prefer young courtney and kurt      D/B  Asus4 A

We both danced around the devil's head    D2  D/E

Then tried to bury it deep in the dirt           D/B Asus4 A

 You played me their cover, Fear Is Like A Forest D D/E

As we sat smoking down there by the sea  D/B Asus4 A

And dreamed of time travel in a rental car D Em

So we could find that Buenos Aires beach G A


And all that was, now it is         GA

The past and future one            DG

And all you prophet sons           G A

Bite your tongue                         D


I've never been to Australia

I'm stuck in memory 

So easily aggravated 

I smell that smoke in the breeze

Plane crash down by the harbour

Bodies floating the sea

I'd rather take a road trip, so I won't think of it

In case like Buddy I fall and I freeze


And all that is, now it was

The past and future one

And all you prophet sons…..bite your tongues 


Bridge    On defence, my travel sense          Em A

               What will happen                           F#m

                What comes next                          Bm

                Like when we were young            G

                When we were young                   A


Secretly us Canadians

Nod our heads and shrug 

Winter winds won't carry those sins 

We'll never win the war on drugs 

Back then I turned you on to Nirvana 

While we were smoking down there by the sea 

As we vowed to shake our sheltered life 

Dreaming of that Bondi beach


And all that was, now it is          GA

The past and future won            DG

And all you prophet sons x3      GA

Bite your tongue                         D


(Slow)


I spun you round some kurt and courtney 

You stream me out  some courtney and kurt

And in that forest deep

Where our fears still sleep

Did I sell you on this trip of hurt?




kurt and courtney

another old recording that is  part cover part original
about my 90s fascination with Hope Sandoval and Mazzy Star...just sweet and simple music  beautifully performed in a soft understated fashion..Very soothing band to contrast with the grunge of the times that I also liked. Fade Into You although a big hit overshadowed the rest of their catalog.

For this tune, some of the words are lifted from Fade Into You.. but most are mine
I was never infatuated with her like the song suggests...I just liked the band and music ..Watching YouTube videos 30 years later I was struck by the comments of many  who were  captivated by her beauty and singing style..
So I added the fan craze element to the song, but it is more from  my observations of her persona on others, and it is not my personal experience 
Her reticent, diffident singing style apparently was  linked to her awkwardness with fame and the crowds and the cameras.....
I believe she found the attention and the stress of performing very difficult and this I totally relate to
..social anxiety can be a heavy weight to bear.....
This is what I am trying to write about if you read the lyrics carefully 
For me, the song is  really about one shy singer connecting with another. 
Hope was very brave to do what she did, feeling how she did. Much respect


When I was a boy I struggled with sin    
Faith, Hope and lust, where do I begin   
A monster awakened, electricity            
MTV Mazzy Star, my Mary Shelley 
         
Look at her singing, this angel, my crush  
Head tilting, eye shifting, my brain turns to mush 
Raven haired beauty, so soft, shy and stiff 
Haunting my head, sweet sound from her lips 
 
She sang Fade Into You          
Strange that you never knew   
Fade Into You                             
Me she never knew                   

When I was a boy I struggled to play 
To find the right words, thoughts got in the way 
I was building momentum, just biding my time 
Found hope and erupted, I'm sure it's a sign

Look at her dreaming, I can't see her hands
White dress and black boots, they don't understand 
That what she is holding, It's a message from me 
I've sent it to her, right through the TV

Fade Into You                             
Strange that you never knew  
Fade Into You                             
Me she never knew                  

Dr. Frankenstein I presume
 Sad creature from the Black Lagoon 
Like Lon Chaney howling at the moon
No one understands

Little waif  her mystery
Spins a spell to transform me
Kinda awkward no apologies
The stranger takes a stand

So write up that novel, Hold the Hand inside me
Creature, Creator, our narrative freed
This life lived in shadow, come apart and go black
Can you put it together? Why you singing like that?

Fade Into You                             
Strange that you never knew   
Fade Into You                             
Me You never knew                    
Yeah me she never knew 
Me she never knew

Lyrics HotR/Sandoval/Roback 
Music HotR



Fade Into You ...or...The Magical Tale of How Hope Sandoval Turned The Rock Into A Piece of Putty

MAINE 2025 SATURDAY AFTERNOON ISLAND PARTY JAMS

This year on Saturday we started a jam early around the cold ash pit by the clubhouse. You can’t imagine the ear to ear smile on the face of this old sound man, hearing the music you’re about to hear, through my headphones, doing the thing I most love to do, surrounded by my dear friends of as much as 30 years, and their children and children’s children, singing and playing this extraordinary music. We’re doing this, not in a studio, but in the middle of a party, so  anything can happen, but, every once in a while, everything works out perfect.

This music was recorded in August 2025, on an island in the middle of a big lake in Northwest Maine, where we’ve been gathering, thanks to the Loons, for decades. Many of these friends, musicians, and singers from Maine and from all over the country and abroad, hadn’t seen each other, much less played with each other, for at least a year. It’s all improvisation, Jams, not Performances, with no prior Rehearsals or Song Lists, so this is as real as it gets.

This album is arranged in the actual order in which the music was played, minus the many out-takes, but, when it’s all done, it seems I couldn’t have thought of a better order. The music is all acoustic Americana, though it ranges all over the place, from Bluegrass to Jazz to Folk to Country to Rock to Reggae, (and this album also includes Musical Comedy) but it really works as an organic album, and that’s big for people like me, who still appreciate albums.

Sounds best, like you’re right on that island in Maine partying with us, when played on a good stereo with two separated speakers, left and right, or on a headset, or, one of my favorites, on a car stereo, so that this stereo recording will actually sound three-dimensional. You can hear the location of each instrument and singer. More than ever before, I was able to immerse myself (and my stereo pair of mics) into the belly of the music, literally surrounded by the musicians, the instruments, voices, and harmonies, so that, if you listen in true stereo, I can take you right in there with me.

On some songs, there’s a little too much chatter, but when you’re actually at a campfire, and people are talking, laughing, and partying, you filter that out, and the only thing you hear is the music. Crank it up, and let your imagination take you there, and enjoy. It’ll surprise you.

Recorded, edited, and mastered by
Mike Berliner, aka Mikethemikeman


13 Maybe This World Isn't Dying

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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