You truly are a troubadour! A great crafter of songs.

Love the Nietzsche references!  Excellent song!

Lovely song especially the chorus.  Cool rhymes, too!

I like the unfettered nature of this... going with the flow in spite of the urge to do anything but. Wonderfully sung and played as it so fits the mood....

What I Took From A Book

another older track I'd like to try to expand on some day. Just didn't have the playing chops at the time of recording it. Still don't  :O)

This track was also used (temporarily) as a middle section of an alternate, slower and extended version of ‘Jazzy Ditty’, one of my favourite tracks. But I hope to eventually replace it with something that fits better. 

Artwork is a variation I did (added guitar strings) on a well known Matisse print.

Comments always appreciated, but don't feel shy to give critical feedback - always trying to get better!

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Belle Curves Blues

Over There

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

Dreaming in Colour

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But I've Got the Wings

Cover
You started Laughing - Supertramp - Rick Davies -1975

When you're in heaven what you gonna do?
You're gonna sit around a cloud and say
"Hey what a lovely view"

Is there a reason why you're like you are?
Is there a reason you'll be leaving?
Is my love out of season?
I wouldn't mind but to me that is treason

You started laughing
When I held you in my arms
You started leaving
When I told you of my charms

I was in love with you
And then you said we're through
And then I said boo hoo

Was my tie not on straight?
Was it something I ate?

You Started Laughing

This song is actually more of a poem. But I only realized that when I tried to set the text to music after I had written it. 
"I count on you" is a song written as a heartfelt thank-you to the quiet companions in our lives — those who stand by us when times get tough. 
Sometimes, these are the people who understand us without needing many words. Sometimes, they are the loyal, four-legged friends who remain by our side through the years. And sometimes, it’s a spiritual presence that carries us through our darkest moments.

This song is about that steady, silent presence — the comforting feeling of not being alone. It reminds us how much strength can be found simply in being there for one another. Some call it friendship, others call it love — some believe it is God. Ultimately, it’s about connection, trust, and the quiet certainty: I can count on you.

A heartfelt thank-you to Andreas and Colter, who deeply inspired me in the creation of this song.

It would mean a lot to me if this song finds a place in your heart and uplifts you when you listen.



I count on you

When everything inside goes quiet,
and I don't know what to do,
when every step feels heavy,
somehow – there’s you.
You never asked for answers,
you just stood there by my side.
In a time that felt so broken,
you were my piece of light.

I count on you 
when the fire’s burning low.
When I feel like fading,
you’re the one who still knows.
I count on you –
not 'cause you're loud or strong,
but 'cause you stay,
when everything feels wrong.

You held my silence gently,
carried every flaw I had.
You saw the parts I couldn’t show,
and never said it’s bad.
You never needed big ideas,
you just showed up as you are.
And in the middle of the night,
you were my northern star.

I count on you 
when hope has gone to hide.
When the world gets smaller,
you still stay by my side.
I count on you 
no questions, no disguise.
You’re the quiet truth
in a world of little lies.

And if the day should ever come
when you can’t hold it all alone –
I’ll be the one who holds you back,
like you have always done.

I count on you 
And you can lean on me
We carry what the other can´t
And set each other free
I count on you 
and hope you feel it too.
Through every broken piece,
I’ve found a friend in you.


Lyrics/Vocals/Music: Axel Menningen

I Count On You

💰📦📍⁂©All Rights Reserved 06-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: BURY THE TRUTH
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LYRICS:  

(Verse 1)
Did you want to see me crawl while you played your little games
Tossed your secrets in the fire watched the smoke erase your name
You think the silence saves you, but it echoes through my skin
Your whispers carve like daggers leaving shadows deep within

(Chorus)
You shift grains of sand to bury what you want to dim
But the tide will rise and wash away the lies you swim
The truth is sharper than the blade you thought you'd wield
Beneath the surface all your scars will be revealed

(Verse 2)
I stood at the edge while your storm began to swell
You called it love but it felt more like a private hell
Your words like poison dripping slow into my veins
I tried to hold you, but you danced between the flames

(Chorus)
You shift grains of sand to bury what you want to dim
But the tide will rise and wash away the lies you swim
The truth is sharper than the blade you thought you'd wield
Beneath the surface all your scars will be revealed

(Bridge)
The wind it howls your name, but it can't carry your disguise
No matter how you try to hide the cracks within your eyes
The moonlight shines too bright it burns away your mask
And every grain of sand will crumble with the past

(Chorus)
You shift grains of sand to bury what you want to dim
But the tide will rise and wash away the lies you swim
The truth is sharper than the blade you thought you'd wield
Beneath the surface all your scars will be revealed

Time Digging Up Secrets

Bury The Truth

Spending summer by the lake in the forest


Forest Lakeside

Existential  Pop...written 2020 during Covid Lockdowns

"I only want to be"...the wish of everyone and everything .....in this absurd universe  life is still precious... sometimes it helps to forget the questions and answers and just enjoy the ride while it lasts...

(intro sound clip is the lovely Geena Davis from David Cronenberg's The Fly)

The Chosen One 

That luncheon lady she's so Ubermensch preachy   
Always quoting Herr Friedrich Nietzsche   
Thus spake this and thus spake that 
 I'm kind of fearful of her nihilistic moan                                                                        
I'm a soon to be victim of her deinfestation
A subject not wanted in a hundred nations
Passport check, I'm a fly, a dust speck
I was born into this hostile home

I just want to roam                                                    
I only want to be                                                        
Escape this shell, the world is wide                     
All these ruminations ruining me                            
I just want to sail                                                       
Through the sand and sun                                       
Asking too many questions                                     
I don't know the answers                                          
I thought I was the chosen one                                 
The chosen one                                                           

That lady's talking to walls, she got an outsider view
She's been writing, she been reading some Celine and Camus
Debating this, disregarding that
In our unholy, existential zone

I'm an insect man buzzed on hope and glory
Fablizing, fairytaling all of these stories 
With Kafka creep and doublespeak 
It's untranslatable, my twisted tone

I just want to roam
I only want to be
Escape that swatter splat
My world is flat
Got a wordy woman chasing me
I just want to bail
Out  the window and run
Asking too many questions 
I don't know the answers
I thought I was the chosen one
The chosen one

She said Don't try                         
This is a NO FLY zone                
God is dead                                
Your life is mine, time to recall the loan 
She said Don't fly                         
This is a NO TRY zone               
God is Dead, like Nietzsche said, time to disconnect yer phone 









The Chosen One

Lyrics: David L. Graham
Music, vocal, instruments & mix: PJ

Had Love A Time Or Two

There are times I don’t know where I’m going 
Times I don’t know where I’m at
You’d think I’d learn some lessons
but the main thing I’m undressing is the mess I’ve made of that

Going round and round and around again

Mercy isn't always kind
it’s sometimes  something people like to  hide behind
and if that’s what they’re giving well I hope
I’ll be forgiven if I pass this time

Maybe pick some up on down the line

Going round and round and round again

The pictures they don’t match the lines
I’m putting underneath them in my mind
You can draw your own conclusions,
illuminate illusions until they shine

Going round and round and around again

Round and round again

Until They Shine

There’s a treasure down deep in this wonderland
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
The word and rhyme, a message, in a song it stands
my rock n roll Rosetta Stone 



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