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Remixed and remastered 12 May 2025
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The phrase "perfect is the enemy of good" is an aphorism commonly attributed to Voltaire in 1770, but even he was apparently quoting an Italian proverb that had been around for a while.  It seemed to me to be a good idea for a song.  

Verse 1:
There was that short descriptions on page 195
It wasn’t really what I had intended to describe
And after many hours of working on the text
I gave up and decided that it was hopeless to expect
That I’d ever have the talent to do better than ok
I tossed that novel in the bin, there’s nothing more to say
It will forever go unread, I did the best I could
Perfect is the enemy of good

Chorus:
Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy of good
If I could make it better don’t you think I would
If I say it’s not good enough, I hope it's understood
Perfect is the enemy of good

Verse 2:
Our partnership was based on love and trust and fun
But I was undecided, would she ever be the one
Was she what I wanted, was she a perfect fit
A goddess with golden hair and unrivalled wit
A libertine, a temptress, that lovely girl next door
I let her go, so I'd be free for whatever was in store
Learned a lot about loneliness, more than I really should
Perfect is the enemy of good

Bridge:
Nothing’s ever finished
Nothing’s ever done
Always trying, waiting
While the race is being run
Perfect is my enemy
It keeps me playing small
For all that I’ve attempted
There’s not much to show at all

Verse 3:
The novel I was writing spoke of sadness and regret
For a love I’d lost so long ago that I still can’t forget
With this song I’m hoping for some closure on my past
I’m trying hard - I hope I can redeem myself at last
You’ll probably never hear this song - it won’t pass the test
That just allows perfection - I give up on all the rest
But who knows maybe this time I’ll cut myself a break
And sing this song with all it’s flaws - it’s a chance that I should take
Not perfect but maybe the very best I could
Perfect is the enemy of good

Chorus:
Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy
Perfect is the enemy of good
If I could make it better don’t you think I would
If I say it’s not good enough, I hope it's understood
Perfect is the enemy of good
Perfect is the enemy of good

Perfect is the Enemy of Good

Perfect Is The Enemy

Confidential

What Do You Want From Me ?

released June 8, 2025
hat man can ltd records, chris browne browneproject all rights reserved
download on bandcamp music today with full lyrics - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/east-side-red-sky
Full Lyrics below this line..

East Side Red Sky (Official) Chris Browne BrowneProject. produced mixed written
composed by Christopher Patrick Brown music and lyrics composer.
Hat Man Can LTD Records all rights reserved.
Download direct from Chris's BandCamp music page
lyrics
From the bright side to the to the dark side we are going east side again.
I see the rain drops falling from these huge grey clouds above fall back into the lake but I never see the surface break out eyes turn grey.

Lone wolf cities heights sky scrapers dark nights in the fight or flight adrenaline fueled first fights.

Now your all alone waiting for better days to come,
You sit by the phone stare at the walls you wait me for me to call.
When Every little thing will just seam to break and fall that is when I will give you a call. A call...

From the bright side to dark side we are going east side again.
I see the rain drops falling from these huge grey clouds above fall back onto the lake but I never see the surface break as seasons change our eyes turn grey.

Sky scrappers bright lights lone wolf citie heights sky scraper bright lights.

Your all alone waiting for better days to come you sir by the phone star at the walls you wait for me to call.
When everything will break abd fall il give you a call.

Break and fall...

East Side Red Sky

Schattenlichter (2)

Er nickt. „Ruhe ist nicht Stille. Manchmal schreit sie dich an.“
Ich gieße weiter. Mein Griff wird fester.
„Und was macht man, wenn man eigentlich gar nicht weiß, wie man das alles leben soll?“
Er steht auf, geht rüber zur Wendeltreppe, streicht über das Metall wie über eine Schulter.
„Man lebt trotzdem. Und irgendwann merkt man: Du warst nie falsch – nur zu sensibel für das, was andere normal nennen.“
Ich will was sagen, aber meine Stimme bleibt hängen. Murschel schnurrt und lässt ein Tropfenmuster auf den heißen Beton entstehen.
„Du bist da“, sagt er schließlich. „Das reicht für heute.“

Fahrt durch Mullersand

Ich fahre. Kein Ziel, keine Zeit, nur das Knirschen unter den Reifen, das bald selbst verstummt. Mullersand. Der Name klingt weich, wie das, was hier alles überzieht: Fichten, Kiefern, Staub in warmem Licht. Der Weg verliert sich. Links Felder, rechts Wald. Und dazwischen nur ich.
Der Wind nimmt keine Stimme mit, aber er bringt Gerüche. Kiefer, trockenes Gras, etwas wie alte Motoren aus einem längst verlassenen Schuppen. Kein Ton in der Gegend. Nur das Rauschen der Felder – als würde der Boden selbst denken.
Ich trete fester in die Pedale. Nicht weil ich muss. Sondern weil ich will, dass mein Körper weiß: Ich bin noch da.
Nach endlosen Wiesen, Fichtenstaub und Mullersand schält sich der graue Block aus der Landschaft. Keine Vorwarnung, kein Übergang. VORTEILKAUF steht da, rot wie ein Trotz. Als wäre das Leben hier auf einmal ein Sonderposten. Ich halte kurz an. Der Wind riecht noch nach Kiefer, aber die Luft scheint irritiert. Murschel miaut leise zugleich im Hof. Ein Moment zwischen Welten.
Ich stehe vor dem Regal und suche… nicht genau etwas. Vielleicht eher eine Richtung. Die Preise sind groß, meine Gedanken klein. Die Brille verrutscht, ich ziehe sie zurecht. Der Schlauch von vorhin hängt mir noch in der Haltung – die gleiche Bewegung, nur mit anderem Ziel. Ich bin müde, aber das merkt man mir nicht an. Ich tue, als würde ich lesen, dabei starre ich bloß.
Dann fällt etwas. Ich höre es nicht, aber die Welt scheint kurz zu blinzeln.
„Vermissen Sie zehn Euro?“
Die Stimme ist alt, freundlich, wie Brot mit Rinde. Ich drehe mich. Vor mir steht ein Mann, der aussieht, als hätte er die Zeit durchwandert, ohne sie je gehasst zu haben.
Ich stammele etwas wie „ja… bestimmt… äh…“ Er lächelt nur und gibt mir den Schein.
Ich halte ihn fest – als wäre er nicht aus Papier, sondern aus Vertrauen.
Da begreife ich: Ich bin gerade nicht allein. Nicht beim Gießen. Nicht beim Radfahren. Nicht beim Verlieren. Auch nicht beim Finden.
Dieser Ort – die verrostete Wendeltreppe, der brennende Wald, Murschel, das Feld, sogar der Kühlschrank unter freiem Himmel – all das ist ein System. Nicht geplant, aber vorhanden.
Und ich bin darin. Sichtbar. Beiläufig gerettet von einem Mann, der längst weiß, wie das Leben zwischen Regalen aussieht.
*Er roch nicht nach Macht. Er roch nach alten Bibliotheken, nach einem Leben in stillen Räumen. Seine Kleidung war unauffällig, aber akkurat. Beige Jacke, die nicht auffallen will. Schuhe, die viel gesehen haben, aber nicht darüber sprechen. Sein Blick war wach, nicht fordernd. Er hatte diese Augen, die wussten, was man nicht sagt – weil es nie gebraucht wurde.
Vielleicht war er früher Teil der Firma, vielleicht hatte er Schlüssel, von denen keiner mehr weiß. Aber jetzt hält er mir zehn Euro hin, als sei Vertrauen das letzte echte Zahlungsmittel.
Ich sah keine Vergangenheit in ihm – nur eine Gegenwart, die still hilft, ohne eine Rechnung zu schreiben.
Ein guter Mann, sagt etwas in mir. Und das klingt in dieser Gegend wie eine kleine Revolution.*
Die Ehrlichkeit zwischen uns war keine Methode. Sie war das Material. Nicht geschliffen, nicht perfekt – aber aufrichtig genug, um selbst die sprödesten Gegensätze für einen Moment weich zu machen...)

- Fortsetzung folgt nächsten Sonntag 10:00h -

kolkhorst 2025

Schattenlichter (2)

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

Terms and Conditions

Still Here

submission for Friendly Music Jam #4 hosted by Gullo, featuring Gullo, Xafae, elia the animal, lodesa, and RSR's samples + my connectors

modular multiple-step process on this one the most ambitious that I have done so far since 2023.  There aren't MIDI dumps or MuseScore scores of this because if i did it would be only tiny pieces of the whole thing.  It's done with random throw away lines in my text files for lyrics that didn't go into full songs so it feels like some White Album thing of half-songs or the way Alan Parsons Tales of Mystery & Imagination doesn't quite hang together because it was his first solo effort.  The samples of the contributors were paired with Roland FA-08 performances into "modules" and the ones that failed in that process for selection were replaced with Akai-MIDI keyboard performances of instruments that I got off places like Humble Bundle that are integrated with the Mixcraft 10.6 Pro Studio DAW.  And then backbones of performances which connect the sample section modules complete the process when overlaid with vocals corresponding to all (or almost all) the modules.  This went twelve draft versions, I've never done that many incremental drafts.

William Tell Should've Known Better - Chocolate-Dipped Chocolate

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Uli - In The Strenght of The Firmament

(Lyrics in English)
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©Music Composed and Produced by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros. (@uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (@uli-virtual-band)
Copyright 2025 - Uli @uli-virtual-band

Mixing by: Uli and Rogério Vieira
Mastering by: Uli and Rogério Vieira

Singer: Nicholas Albert
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🎵 Presentation of the song “Strength of the Firmament”

Authentic, profound, and visionary — Uli’s song is an ode to love in both digital and cosmic times. With lyrics that blend the delicacy of intimacy with the grandeur of the universe, it takes us on a journey where the most human feeling — love — exists simultaneously in outer space and in the virtual world.

Without exaggeration or artifice, “Strength of the Firmament” is honest in its lyricism and bold in its outlook: it speaks of a connection that transcends time, space, and even everyday reality. Through sincere verses, the lyrical voice reveals a force born from love, driving them to face the world and its madness.

References to the firmament, mythical heroes, and stars as legends give the piece an epic tone that seeks no glory, but instead expresses a simple and powerful truth — “The Love belong to us.”

🎧 A sonic experience that embraces the ethereal and the digital, carrying an ageless message: in any dimension, being with the one you love is like touching infinity.

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In The Strenght of The Firmament:

©Music and Lyrics by Uli (@uli-virtual-band)

(Intro)

(Verse 1)

In the strength of the Firmament,
I have connected life to every moment,
No matter if you hug me,
No matter if you kiss me,

I just wanna be with you.

To see you, star mine, to feel our encounter
In the space-time, to see your shining face 
Or your sweet words in the Cyberspace.

(Break)

Our love lives in the Firmament.
Our love lives within of Cyberspace.

(Verse 2)

The strength that makes me wanna face the world,
The strength that makes me face madness.
The madness of my postponed everyday reality.
The rushed reality that is inside my cyberspace.

That is outside of my space.

(Break)

Our love lives in the Firmament.
Our love lives within of Cyberspace.

(Pre-Chorus)

In the strength of the Firmament,
In the stealth of every movement,
I dodge evil, I seek goodness.
Pursuing the goal of the mythical heroes.

Although the glory of the Firmament doesn't belong to us,
The Love belong to us.

(Chorus)

The stars above are legends,
Heroes and heroines who defended
The love,
With the strength of the Firmament.

(Interlude)

Outside of the cyberspace, also there are connections.
Life links whose intentions are part of our 
Space! (long) 
In this vast Earth.

(Chorus)

The stars above are legends
Heroes and heroines who defended
The love
With the strength of the Firmament.

(Chorus)

The stars above are legends
Heroes and heroines who defended
The love
With the strength of the Firmament.

(Outro)

In this vast place, 
I just wanna be
With you.
Like the infinite, is my love
For you...

Uli - In The Strength of The Firmament

For all the fallen soldiers and standing veterans. 

Solo by HAZPAIN/Rakeem Naylor

 Now at #26 in the Pop / Rock Top 40 chart on Re-Ex

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Caleb Lucht bleeds emotion into every chord — a genre-bending blend of disco-pop, R&B, indie-rock, and ballads. His sound is raw, melancholic, and drenched in feeling — built for late nights, long drives, and hearts that still ache. Inspired by artists like DV4D 
Brent Faiyas, Giveon, Daniel Caesar, Cavetown, Isaiah falls, Raahiim, & Balu Brigade, Caleb crafts music that sits somewhere between vulnerability and chaos — melodic but wounded, catchy but real. No gimmicks. Just pain, rhythm, and truth. 

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