The media of the world seems to be caught up with adoration of characters in some kind of existential play - but we all are, and need to be kind to each other.

characters in an existential play

Alt Folk Rock, Ambient, Electronic, Acid folk, Alt-country, Americana

Hand on the Rock Selection

Hit Jams

Spring 2025

My T.V. Eye

July 2025 - part 2

what planet is this?

Lanquidity (Definitive Edition)

There Are Other Worlds (They Have Not Told You Of) (Remastered)

welcome to nubius

a nubius v welcome

New EP (final track)

amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/mcmlxx

Music, lyrics, mixing, production: Verulium
Vocals: Amanda

Lyrics:

I’m a veteran  of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place to stay
I’ve found a place to stay

And when I look back now
There is no cure
For the cruel existence we endured
We endured

I’m a veteran of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place that I can stay
On Neptune 17
Hiding from the all seeing machine
It tracks you, it drags you down
I’m lost, can I be found?
I’m lost, I don’t want to be found

And when I look back now
There is no cure
For the cruel existence we endured
We endured

And now times have changed
This space machine will help me make it to the end
To the end

I’m a veteran of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place that I can stay
On Neptune 17
Hiding from the all seeing machine
It tracks you, it drags you down
I’m lost, can I be found?
I’m lost, I don’t want to be found

MCMLXX

Psychic War

El Bueno Y El Malo

2023

Blue Flight

Bandcamp

Homeless Man

nubius nimbus

Hurricane

Welcome! Sometimes love goes bad. Sometimes you find your love is just play acting. Sometimes it hurts.

This is track 6 of The Fang Sessions Vol 1.

Visit YouTube.com/@GentlePassionsMusic for my music videos.

[Recorded at Fang Recording Studios, Halifax Nova Scotia 2024]

Tear The Love Off Of Me

Ancient people traveled by navigating with the stars.  This is a story of the Magi and how we can transcend the basic wants of material existence to pursue artistic and scientific endeavors to save humanity from the drudgery of laborious tasks.

GUIDED BY THE STARS

Notes about the lyrics: "This song is two-fold. One: it is about the creation and the fall of the various areas of a virtual world called Whiskey SMASH. Second, it is about taking on the battle against cancer with a dear family member. The day that I write this on soundcloud, we were notified that she is now cancer-free."

Take It On

not sure choosing the right genre.
but it's no rap. no R&B, no EDM, no house, no techno, no disco ...
sc says, it's trap. maybe it's a trap.

if you know what it is plz tell me ;)

Jericho call

my futile attempt at transcendence despite the wise teachings of Ram Dass (aka Richard Alpert), whose insightful words bookend this song


Get Lost  

Gonna take a trip inside myself                                                
To find serenity
It’s not a place I know so well
But it’s where I’m taking me
I start this meditation
Close my eyes and count to ten
Lose myself and take a breath 
Repeat it once again

I get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
Conscious seething, breathing
Got my toes and fingers crossed

Drive the coast to Big Sur
A former hippie way
Timmy Leary, Dicky Alpert
What do those mushrooms say?
Well, Timmy went to prison
And Dicky changed his name
And me I go in circles
I can’t understand my brain

Get lost, get lost
Albert Hofmann’s in the kitchen
He can cook that secret sauce
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond my permafrost
                                                                                         
OOHH  the infinite beauty
OOHH the infinite me
OOHH the intoxication
Oh don't do don't do
 just be…. Let It Be

Ram Dass, the Dali Lama
Baba is my name
Yogacise don’t moralize
I play the Buddah game
Psilocybin take me higher
Mother Earth I feel her near
Holds me in her sunshine
I dissolve and disappear

Get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond this permafrost



Get Lost

Robert DeNiro  

Watching movies back in 76                                       
We all dug Taxi Driver                                                    
See the people how they’re passing him by
"Hey Sport How’s Iris?"
Pushups, pullups, alone in his room
No more pills for his body
He’s organized, his muscles are tight
Training to be somebody

Are you talkin’ to me?                                                     
Well, I'm the only one here
Are you talkin’ to me?

I wanna be like Robert DeNiro                                     
He was my Raging Bull, my anti-hero                        
Resonated with all of us weirdos
I wanna be like Robert DeNiro       

On those Mean Streets, shufflin’ his feet
He don’t trust anybody
Maybe not the best way to be
He wants to be somebody
You saw what happened to poor Johnny Boy
"We don’t pay Mooks" and that’s that
“Now's the Time”, then a shot through the void
Somebody’s paying him back

Are you talkin’ to me?
I think you're talking to me

I wanna be like Robert DeNiro
He was my Raging Bull, my anti-hero
Resonated with all of us zeros
I wanna be like Robert DeNiro   

You never got me down Ray   
Better to be king for a night     
Than a schmuck for a lifetime  
I always preferred Godfather 2 
I think it was because of you    
Hey Robert projecting to that little world of mine  

We both grew older over the years
Not so serious lately
Middle age and those Senior fears
We're getting grey and less shapely
You served me well then, back in my youth
Now it all seems so hazy
Let's travel back, take a New York trip
And hang out with Scorsese

Are you talkin’ to me?

I wanna be like Robert DeNiro
He was my Raging Bull, my anti-hero
Resonated, reverberated with all of us weirdos
I wanna be
Maybe you wanna be
Nobody can be like Robert DeNiro

Robert DeNiro

with apologies to Kevins, past, present and future
thank you, Kevins McHale, Costner and Bacon for participating 

Never Trust A Kevin 

When I was just a little boy                                                         
There was this nasty kid                                                             
Kevin was wild, Kevin was vile                                                   
All the twisted things he did                                                        
I tried to be friendly                                                                     
I tried to play nice                                                                       
They said, “Kevin behave”                                                             
“You will scar that boy for life”                                               

Never trust a Kevin                                                                     
I can never trust a Kevin in my life                                             
Never trust a Kevin                                                                     
I can never trust a Kevin in my life                                              
                                                                            
Run from the school, coming for me 
See him beat me down the block
I'll wait till I'm older, got to get stronger 
And in time, I'll clean his clock
But that day never came
We both slowly moved away
But his legend still haunts, the pranks and the taunts
I still cringe that name today

Never trust a Kevin
I can never trust a Kevin in my life 
Never trust those Kevins 
Never trust those Kevins in your life

Kevin Smith, Kevin Bacon                                                       
The Costner, O'Leary and the                                                 
Federline nations                                                                    
 Mr. Spacey,those things they said you did                                            
And Kevin McHale..........                                                                 
You ain't no paraplegic kid!....   

….   Artie walks! .....what a fraud ......
                                            
Never trust a Kevin
You can never trust a Kevin in your life
Never trust a Kevin 
You can never trust a Kevin in your life 
Your life, my life

Too many Kevins in my world
See the way they bring me down 
Remove the K, turn the N to L
And you can call them EVIL now
So what's in a name, what's in a face
It's a childhood memory 
That's seared in my brain, I can not erase…. that Kevin close to me...

               



Never Trust A Kevin



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

Therapist

      ...it's a mystery
how a devil got in me.......                                   

opening sound bite 1- This Wheel's on Fire- Bob Dylan and the Band
other sound bites..too obvious to state

The Wheel of Fortune                                  
 
The Wheel of Fortune                                                   
This game of life                                                            
The search for the answers                                         
They won’t ask you twice                                               
I won a trip to Jamaica
I’ll take my submarine
I'm going down to do battle
With those riddle machines

See me jumping up and down                                      
Laughing, crying, TV clown                                          
Lights and bells around us spin                                  
Whisk us from the space we’re in                                
Sajak, two-jack, city boy                                              
Peals of Vanna, verbal ploys                                        
Competition under my skin                                           
Tax it back and start again                                                                                
The Wheel of Fortune is calling to me... gonna set us free
The Wheel of Fortune will be burying me,  in sweet luxury

The Wheel of Fortune
I got a free spin
Then I landed on cancer
Look at the shape I’m in
Another trip of a lifetime
I’ll paint it hospital green
I like those tropical colours
I like to  keep it clinical and clean

A lonesome gurney destiny
IV lines that run to me
Buy a vowel or bust a rhyme
I’m slowly running out my time
Sajak, turn back,mirror ball
Vanna speaks in hallowed halls
Channel’s changing, turn it off
Chemo treatment, wheeze and cough

The Wheel of Fortune is rescuing me... seriously
The Wheel of Fortune, it’s a mystery... how a devil got in me 

Bankrupted space, I’m forced to kneel
I’m strapped onto this Catherine wheel
My melting bones, the pain is real
"Let’s start the fire," Dylan squeals
Notify my next of kin
Round and round my head, it spins
Another game I can not win
Better take a breath, better start again

The wheel of fortune is turning for me…. gonna set me free
The wheel of fortune it’s a mystery, I got a devil in me





The Wheel of Fortune


This song is for Marcin Kulik who loves all things Trailer Park  and asked me to write a song about the show...so there... wrote it for you, man

I tried to keep the spirit of the show but wanted some vulnerability there amongst the vulgar..know what I'm sayin'?

Trailer Park 

There's a place in Nova Scotia
Sunnyvale, I'm hanging there
Lounging in a folding chair 
With those prodigal sons

See ole Ricky paroled and broke
Julian sipping his rum and coke
Such crass and simple folk
Well, I'm another one 

You better step off, Randy
You no shirt, lawn-mowing, cheese burger-eating twit
J-Roc, he got my back hard, know what I’m sayin’?
Like him, I'm rapping and talking shit

There's a trailer park 
In my mind
At that trailer park
I like to waste some time
Forget about the future 
Laugh about the past
Slow down a bit, cause life it moves too fast 
You know what I’m sayin’
Old-school, pimped up tight
In that trailer park, we be fine
We be fine tonight 

Bubbles with his bottle glasses 
Magnifies the Scotian underclasses
Cory and Trevor such dumbasses
I’m another one

Ricky’s weed, it ain't growing
Julian's got a thing that's going
J-Roc and the Roc-pile showing
How the east was won

Mr. Lahey’s week-long bender
It’s a whiskey wash to drown his sins
Lonesome lover to that fat Randy
The law don't work for him

In that trailer park
Of my mind
At that trailer park
I like to waste some time
Forget about the future 
Laugh about the past
Slow down a bit, cause life it moves so fast 
You know what I’m sayin’
Old-school, pimped up tight
In that trailer park we be fine
We be fine tonight 

Break

You know what I'm saying
Reverse the black and white
Punk ass bitches
Old-school pimped up tight
Sometimes shit don't matter
Throw yer hands up dawg alright
In that trailer park
We be fine
In that trailer park 
We be fine
In that trailer park inside my mind
I’ll be fine tonight

Trailer Park

Cover picture: Albert Bierstadt, "Emigrants Crossing the Plains" (1869): an oil on canvas painting of emigrants on their way to Oregon, inspired by a fifty-wagon train of German emigrants who crossed Bierstadt's path during his 1863 expedition.

Although it is very difficult to estimate the total number of European emigrants, it is thought that from the beginning of the 19th century to the middle of the 20th century, around 30 million people left Europe for the United States.

I reworked in the last days on this not particularly original piece, whose first draft is from 2018.
Femal vocals courtesy by La Boutique Studios Dakar; harmonica by Dust Bowl - Vintage Country.
Composed by Michele Ansani (2018-2025).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, March 26

Their American dream *

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Cast of characters:
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Taylor T5z acoustic guitar, Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, Gibson Earle Scruggs banjo, Eastwood MandoCaster mix, mastering, production, and composition
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision four string bass, played with a plectrum 
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – harmonica, jaw harp, timpany, hambone percussion, and production editing     
This song began with Stephen, who recorded it on his acoustic guitar and bass to a programmed drum track a few months ago. We were all thrilled to work on it, even though it sat in BandLab as a project for almost a month before Stephen separated the tracks, thus allowing us to trickle in our parts. JJ was first to jump on it, because he could before the tracks were separated, as his part is completely his idea. He added the organ that really set up the entire sound of both dominant sections of the song. 
  Ken was first up to the project once the tracks were replaceable, making the wild, driving beat his own. Inspired by both JPJ and Michael Ivins, Josh laid down his bass line, trying to match Ken's energy. Last, but not least, Mark jumped in with the rumbling timpani. He also added the flavorful harmonica, and unique jaw harp you hear throughout, as well. 
  At that point, Stephen also got the idea to add the hambone percussion at the very end of the song, which we all consider a treat, and after showing us how it's done, Mark volunteered his percussion skills to give it a go. Stephen wasn't done with it, though, and still had some magic to sprinkle. He went in and added the howling electric guitar you hear prominently in the second main section. Also, he added the tempting intro with his acoustic guitar and electric mandolin that looks like a Telecaster guitar. 
  Once it was in the bag, we thought it appropriate for our master mixer Stephen to put it to bed, which he did in his always expert manner. Mark did help with the production, though, as he's very good with editing and spotting mistakes that need to be corrected.
  This is a gift from Stephen to all of us, and you, too. It took a lot of teamwork to make the dream work, as always for Eclectic Collective. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Country Ham (Eclectic Collective)

Mental Health Day$

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

some pessimistic rantings about the sorry state of the planet with help from some of the original Star Trek gang...all the clips taken from the episode City on the Edge of Forever...great episode about time travel..very well written, profound,funny and sad.....  DeForest Kelly as a delirious Dr McCoy delivers a masterclass in overacting...

You!! What Planet Is This?

Captain Kirk can't preserve our federation
You better beam him up Scotty
Politicos, polluters and corporate power players
All flash and fake and shoddy
Paranoia, planet-panic
My fear, it multiplies
Like McCoy trippin’ out on Cordrazine
A raging question plagues my mind

You! What Planet Is This?
Phasers set to stun
World come undone
One step from the abyss 
You! What Planet Is This?
From greed to gun
Real-life science fiction fun

Mr. Spock can't wave off, our project in illogic
Better beam him up Scotty
Frustrated with the intellect of all us human players 
As we destroy Earth’s mind and body
Patriotic ploys gone frantic
Terra firma fools collide
The air impure, thoughts incorrect 
Edith Keeler must die

You!  What planet is this?
Take a leap through time
Try to save mankind
From the march to the precipice
You! What Planet Is this?
Silly Star Trek song
Hope I got the ending wrong

Run Run DeForest
Run Run Doctor Run
Run through the cities 
With the maniacs and moneyed ones
Run Run Children
Run Run Children Run
You better Run
Run

You! What Planet is this?
Third from the sun
You know, the violent one
Exploding in our midst
You! What Planet is this?
Watch the lights go out
As we twist and shout








You!!!  What Planet is this?


as a child of the 60s and 70s Friday nights meant watching the Brady Bunch and Partridge Family
Had lots in common with Jan as the song eludes to. ( though no black wig for me..so far...)
Of course Jan and her Marcia Marcia Marcia rant became a pop culture phrase in the 90s and a meme in the 2k years.. .. funny for sure...but she deserves more our Jan
I wanted to write her a tender song from my adolescent perspective.
Marcia had Davey Jones.. now Jan gets a little  homemade Hand on the Rock... 

Middle Sister Jan

I watched her on the screen
In the 1970s
My favorite Brady, middle sister Jan
For me, Marcia was too perfect
Cindy just a baby
So Jan, I gave my heart to her, in our fantasy TV land

Like her I was bespectacled
Fair haired and full of freckles
The insecure and awkward school yard show
I did not make the football team
Or hang with Greg and Peter
Like Jan, a little slow to say hello

Hey Jan
I think I understand
What it's like to feel unappreciated 
But girl it's time to change our attitude
We've got so much more to offer
Forget those Marcia, Marcia, Marcias 
Hey Jan
I got faith in you
You are just like me you see
I hope you feel it too

Friday nights on ABC
With that clean cut family 
Jan was the voice that I could comprehend 
Anxious about the future
Jealous in the present
Lying about George Glass, her made up new boyfriend 

We were both introspective 
Confused with the objective 
Reflecting on our reflection in that mirror on the wall
Plagued with indecision 
Disadvantaged pole positions
How we looked, how we talked
How far we’d fall

Hey Jan
I understand 
You being stuck in middle land
But there's lots of ways to find some gratitude 
You don't need that black wig wonder
Let's forget our social blunders
Hey Jan
I got faith in you
Sweet Jan I see on my TV
I am just like you

Jan Brady, see, she’s a lot like me
Maybe she's a bit like you








Middle Sister Jan

She should have left that damn bird alone

Mama Saw A Bird

Loneliness, Turmoil, Love or all the above... The latest from S.Y.B.

Alone in this world you kept your thoughts to yourself
You avoided every girl when you thought they'd hurt you
They wanted to know you and you kept to yourself
You put your love away and you keep it on a shelf

Don't keep dragging me down
You know there's love to be found
If you just look around 
But don't keep dragging me down

Take me out of this material world
And into a new one
Make me keep looking for the elusive girl
The one that's never been found
And every time you've been clowned
By the one that's never been found

It's been a long time since you've been out in the world
I know it hurts you and you're sad about the girls

Don't Keep Dragging Me Down

In Real Life is a fun song with an irresistible groove about the duality of our personas in digital realms like social media that allow us to present an image to the virtual world that is not necessarily who we are in real life. The idea came from the abbreviation IRL coming into the language to designate the distinction between real life and the virtual worlds we visit where we are not constrained or defined by who we are IRL.

In real life, you ain’t no super model
Baby, but you’re still beautiful!
In real life, I ain’t no rock star
But every chance I get
I sure enough rock!

I ain’t no algorithm
I’m virtually a person
I’ve got my own damn story
And most if it is virtually true!

In real life I’m virtually a rock star
Yeah I’m a rock star baby
In real life you’re virtually a super model
Doin’ the cat walk baby
In real life you influence virtually everyone

In real life, its virtually true
In real life, you’re a virtual star
IRL I’ll make you a bet
That what you see ain’t what I get

In real life, you ain’t no super model
Oh baby, but you’re beautiful!
In real life, I ain’t no rock star
But every chance I get
I sure enough rock!

I ain’t no algorithm
I’m virtually a person
I’ve got my own damn story
And most if it is virtually true

In real life I’m virtually a rock star
Rock star rock star rock star
In real life you’re virtually a super model
A super duper model
In real life you influence virtually everyone darling

In real life, its virtually true
In real life, you’re a virtual star
IRL I’ll make you a bet
That what you see ain’t what I get

In real life I’m virtually a rock star
Yeah I’m a rock star baby
In real life you’re virtually a super model
Doin’ the cat walk baby
In real life you influence virtually everyone
You have followers baby

In real life, its virtually true
In real life, you’re a virtual star
IRL I’ll make you a bet
That what you see ain’t what I get

In Real Life

In Real Life - Defiantbutterfly

This is a Danish song about the idyll of Denmark.

Danmark

CAROLINE NO

This year is the 50th anniversary of the ABC Movie of the week Trilogy of Terror- It was 3 chilling adaptions of 3 short stories written by the great sci fi author Richard Matheson. The late Karen Black ( not only a wonderful actress,she was also a great singer and songwriter) starred in all 3 of the features playing 4 characters.  As 12 year old kids of course we were the most horrified and terrified by the final story Amelia - a  story about  a demonic warrior doll that comes to life and starts attacking poor Ms. Black
here is a youtube link to Amelia the third story in the Trilogy of Terror ( 24 minutes)-https://youtu.be/hjr0ziHwraw

 Starts out pretty chill but the last 10 mins of that film were very intense for us in 1975 ..we kids couldn't sleep well for a few nights .. I wrote the song as an homage to the story/movie/Ms. Black ( she didnt really like the movie) as well as using the story as  metaphor for the demons that live in us all
my electric guitar playing scared the dog as usual
hope my silly song does not scare you too much
3 short clips from Amelia are spliced in there


Karen Black And That Creepy Doll Attack

The hunter and the hunted
The virtue and the sin
Inside of every creature
Light and dark reside in them

Zuni Hunter Fetish Doll
The puppet seeks its prey
That TV movie freaking out
Us kids back in the day

Trilogy of Terror
The duality of man
Unrestrained we let our monsters roam
On which side will you stand

The camera films a gruesome tale
Shag carpet bloody scenes
Kitchen knives and voodoo jive
A f$%ked up figurine

Karen Black
And that creepy doll attack
Wish I coulda been there
To pull it off her back
Karen Black
She ain't coming back
He who kills, all screech and shrill
Has got her mind hijacked

Break

The moral meets the message
Let fight defeat the fear
Repressed regret you can't forget
Like finger pricked by spear

She can't smother, drown or stab it
Or burn it up you see
When she locked it in a suitcase
It escaped eventually 

Take the hate from your heart
And turn it on its head
Or like the Zuni wooden doll
It hunts you down instead

Stand up against the doubters
Don't doubt the space you find
Ignore those dirty demon dolls
Who scream inside your mind

Ms. Karen Black
Why does she smile like that
Her Zuni fate, she sits in wait
Her Mama will get whacked
Karen Black
Such a creepy doll attack 
Quadruple billed her acting thrilled
My half century flashback

Karen Black
Karen Black and that creepy doll attack 
Karen Black 
Karen Black and that creepy doll attack

Karen Black & that Creepy Doll Attack

(Drum/Bass by M4fp, Keyboard by Stef, Guitar by RobM)

Route 66

Two hearts on a highway,
Nowhere left to be.
Pulled into a station,
You looked right through me.

Sunset in the mirror,
Whiskey on our lips.
Radio played old songs,
Fading like our grip.

Love, hate, collide,
On Route 66 we ride.
Miles turn to memory,
And you're still by my side.

Gasoline and silence,
A smile I can't outrun.
Your hand on the wheel,
My heart on the gun.

So drive me through the night,
Past every "could have been".
Somewhere on this road,
I lost you again.

Love, hate, collide,
On Route 66 we ride.
Miles turn to memory,
And you're still by my side.

Ashes on the dashboard,
Ghosts in every lane.
You’re here but you’re fading,
Like tire tracks in rain.

Route 66

This song is about how a relationship may breakdown even though the love is still there. Life sometimes doesn't work out quite how we expect.

Lyrics
Have you ever hurt somebody that you really love
Have you ever done something you now regret
Have you spoken words in anger that you wish you’d never said
Words that echo that they never can forget

You send them flowers say you’re sorry
You talk for hours until the evening fades to grey
You both agree to try to put it all behind you
And though you’ll try, life doesn’t always work that way

When you hurt someone its not that easy to get over
Its not that easy to forgive or to forget
Its not that easy to pretend it never happened
You gotta try and hope it works out for the best

You send them flowers say you’re sorry
You talk for hours until the evening fades to grey
You both agree to try to put it all behind you
And when you wake you try to start a brand new day

Break

Now you’re watching everything that you now do and say
It’s not right to have carry on that way
Though you love them something’s different something’s changed
Now you don’t know if you should go or you should stay

You sent them flowers you said you’re sorry
You talked for hours as the evening faded to grey
You both agreed to try to put it all behind you
And though you tried, life doesn’t always work that way

You sent them flowers, you said you’re sorry
You talked for hours as the evening faded to grey
You both agreed to try to put it all behind you
And though you tried life didn’t quite work out that way

Love’s much harder than any words that we can say

Copyright Clive Pett 2025

Flowers

May You Never - The Very Best Of John Martyn

Sunshine's Better (Talvin Singh remix)

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais
(Serge Gainsbourg)
Album "Vu de l’exterieur” (released in 1973)
Cover version

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais 
Et tes larmes n'y pourront rien changer 
Comm' dit si bien Verlaine au vent mauvais 
Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais 
Tu t'souviens de jours anciens et tu pleures 
Tu suffoques, tu blêmis à présent qu'a sonné l'heure 
Des adieux à jamais 
Ouais je suis au regret 
D'te dire que je m'en vais 
Oui je t'aimais, oui mais 

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais 
Tes sanglots longs n'y pourront rien changer 
Comm'dit si bien Verlaine au vent mauvais 
Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais 
Tu t'souviens des jours heureux et tu pleures 
Tu sanglotes, tu gémis à présent qu'a sonné l'heure 

Ouais je suis au regret 
D'te dire que je m'en vais
Car tu m'en as trop fait. 

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais 
Et tes larmes n'y pourront rien changer 
Comm' dit si bien Verlaine au vent mauvais 
Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais 
Tu t'souviens de jours anciens et tu pleures 
Tu suffoques, tu blêmis à présent qu'a sonné l'heure 
Des adieux à jamais 
Ouais je suis au regret 
D'te dire que je m'en vais 
Oui je t'aimais, oui mais 

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais 
Tes sanglots longs n'y pourront rien changer 
Comm'dit si bien Verlaine au vent mauvais 
Je suis venu te dire ue je m'en vais 
Tu t'souviens des jours heureux et tu pleures 
Tu sanglotes, tu gémis à présent qu'a sonné l'heure 

Ouais je suis au regret 
D'te dire que je m'en vais 
Car tu m'en as trop fait.

Je suis venu te dire que je m'en vais

from ughCD030 Various Artists - THE WEDDING PRESENT A-Z

https://pmr.menneske.dk/ughcd030.html

a collection of 13 bands & musicians from around the globe paying tribute to one of the best bands to ever come out of the U.K.  
the songs were recorded between the late Nineties and 2019.  55 min.

AB. The Co-Conspirators - "Brassneck"
CD. The Also Rans "Dare"
EF. Martin FINKE - "Octopussy"
GH. YouNoLoveBunny - "Interstate 5"
IJ. The Pedestrians Pets "A Million Miles"
KL. sfu-ma-to - "Heather"
MN. Grumpy Bear - "2, 3, Go"
OP. Manipulator Alligator - "Ringway to Seatac"
QR. Le Man Avec Les Lunettes - "Venus"
ST. Sciflyer - "No"
UV. Sonnixx & Cherr - "Kennedy"
WX. Curtains Afire - "Everyone Thinks He Looks Daft"
YZ. Nicolash - "Suck"

Martin FINKE - "Octopussy"

These rings appear for a while and vanish a quickly. Enjoy pictures along with the music at: https://youtu.be/BM7T1JQRN1o

the sapphire rings of nubius v

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

