impro day loop

I decided to take another stab at this song (went down a rabbit hole for about 10 hours and completely re-played and re-sang the song).  I struggled with the vocals on my original version so I changed the key to E which made it easier to sing.   
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Guitar:   strumming my Taylor 114CE
Organ: playing my midi keyboard with Native instruments clarinet organ
Wurlitzer 200A  Keys: playing my midi Keyboard with logic Wurlitzer sound.
Wurlitzer 200A:  EZ Keys 2
Bass: PG Music Real track
Drums: EZ drummer 3
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Lyrics
In the planet of the ape’s movie in 1968
Astronauts crash landed on a planet that was in a sorry state
They stumbled across a society intelligent of apes who could speak
And there were humans, but they were mute and weak
They’d been asleep in their hibernation pods and 2006 years had elapsed
And somewhere during that time humanity had collapsed
And the astronauts didn’t realize they were on the planet where they’d been born as the apes hunted them and they hid in a field of corn
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that monkey fate, hope we smarten up
I wonder what those apes are thinking as they’re sitting in their cages at the zoo
Are they biding their time, making plans for what they’re goanna do
Are they dreaming of the day when they’re on the other side of that glass wall
Are they patiently counting the minutes, waiting for humanities downfall
The apes killed one of the astronauts and they stuffed him and put him on display j
Just like trophy hunters do with animals today
The Astronaut named Taylor, he got shot in the throat
He was unable to talk, so he got a pen and showed the apes what he wrote
The apes realized he was intelligent, and it shook them to their core
And the forbidden zone was a place they weren’t supposed to explore
Taylor met a girl he named Nova, she couldn’t talk but she was pretty.
A couple of apes helped them escape to what used to be New York city
And they rode together on a horse on a beach that looked like the west coast
Until they found that statue and realized humanity was toast
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that Monkey Fate, hope we smarten up
The planet of the ape’s is supposed to be science fiction
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be an accurate depiction

Planet Of The Apes V 2.0

Marmot blues ━⚙

Isolation

The Battle

Go Your Own Way

I don't intend to preach to anyone. I don't usually talk about anything specific in my songs, but for once, and thanks to the positive influence of Carl, the creator of The Beautiful Dark, in this song I express an idea, a concrete feeling beyond my usual soliloquies or the usual non-committal pop lyrics. I am committed to peace. Greetings to everyone.
Lyrics:
I can't choose between the victims
wich ones deserve respect and wich ones deserve spit on their graves
I can't choose between the victims
wich ones deserve respect and wich ones deserve spit on their graves
Haters are murderers.
murderers are on both sides of every conflict
evil reaches haters hearts
and makes them its instrument
and manages to spread everywhere
i can't choose between the victims
they are everywhere and they are all innocent.
i can't choose between the victims
they are everywhere and they are all innocent
I can't hate
I really don't know how to do it
i can't hate
I really don't know how to hate
but if i knew, i would hate the murderers, i would hate the violence and terrorism. 
i would hate to hate.
I can't choose between the victims
they are poor and rich, men and women too
i can't choose between the victims
they are young and old, and they all are getting cold
i can't choose between the victims
they come in every skin color there is, even white
no religion are save from hate
christian people die for their religion
no religion are save from hate
christian people die for their religion
in the world
I can't choose between the victims
wich ones deserves respect and wich ones deserve spit on their graves
I feel sorry for the victims who fell in gaza and for those who fell in yemen, in syria and sudan an in israel and ukraine and in new york city and madrid and in orem, utah
i know that your heart is noble and that it bleeds with the pain of the victims. don't choose, please don't choose
i can't choose between the victims
i can't choose between the victims
i can't choose between the victims

I can't choose between the victims

Fly Away (Jam Session) with Martin Jansen

awakening

🎷 Basement Blues – Lounge Jazz Café Collection

Basement Blues sinks into the warm glow of lounge jazz and café-style blues, a soundtrack for dim corners, clinking glasses, and late-night conversations. 🕯️🍷 Smooth saxophone lines, mellow piano chords, upright bass, and brushed drums flow together to create an atmosphere that’s both intimate and timeless.

Each track feels like a smoky evening in a tucked-away jazz bar, where the music lingers in the air like perfume and stories unfold slowly. Perfect for unwinding, studying, or savoring a quiet night with good company. 🌙🎶

Moonlit Ash

01 - Arturia - Pigments - Generative Brain
02 - Arturia - Pigments  - Let's Take a Walk

Facing Me

Sketchs Day jams , samples, instruments sequences ,patchs synths, artworks , draws and photos...etc  home-made :)
It's a day's work in general, I keep the mistakes from the live arrangements, and from the instrument sequences.
Sometimes without a timeline, I try to keep an organic and improvised side, analog, digital, whatever ;)

impro day loop

C.Gen