Name: Answers In Symmetry by Catpadwick
Duration: 3 min 33 s
Description: The raging world outside. The raging world inside.

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All I Got Left

Strandland

A little folksy ramble about mortality, electricity and such things. 

When I wrote this I was thinking of when I was standing in my old hallway a few years ago. I was watching the lights from an overhead thunderstorm through the retro glass front door. It was the kind of storm where you could feel the strange sensations around your body from the electric charge in the atmosphere. It was such a charge that it somehow managed to ring the front door bell moments before a deluge. To me it was both poetic and a little bit freaky.

Persian sunlight
Wrapped in rugs that trapped it
In your memory so bright

Oxpecker scars
Feasted on your shoulders
As you fast

You have hovered like a kestrel
Watched the winter turn to petrichor
You have followed thunderstorms
Through minds-eye-skies and charge
The bell to your front door

You still resist
A quench for you temptation
And the dead will desist

So much to leave
Before you reach your senses
And can breathe

You have hovered like a kestrel
Watched the winter turn to petrichor
You have followed thunderstorms
Through minds-eye-skies and charge
The bell to your front door

Petrichor

Glad the present an explosive cocktail!

A very good song of https://soundcloud.com/echo-garage
https://soundcloud.com/echo-garage/traurigkeit-ist-nur-ein-gedanke
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A great remix done by https://soundcloud.com/meezerpocalypse
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Vocal and lyrics by kaerian


Down on her knees she cannot breath
in this freezing atmosphere
snow surrounds her
winter, cold winter
snowflakes on her nose
that's what happen to the drops
teardrops of her sorrow
snowflakes on her face she stands up
naked feet on the ground
she can still walk, through blizzard
wind whips her hair she moves forward
head looking down she walks with conviction
she walks through fog or maybe smog

a thick cloud a cyclone
noise out loud here's my dropzone
falling down on a headstone
there's a big crowd all of them clones
acting the same, doing the same, thinking the same

it's a hard task to keep free
from the mold that was build for me
I know it's stronger than me
I don't wanna be a controled clone
(like a soldier)
don't wanna do the same, don't wanna act the same 
(new army)
anyway, I don't think like them
(kind of soldiers of the society)
wanna act my way, wanna think my way
wanna do the things my way
I don't care if it's the right way

a thick cloud a cyclone
noise out loud here's my dropzone
fallin' down on a headstone
there's a big crowd all of them clones
acting the same, doing the same, thinking the same

Collabs

Them Clones on Echo Garage remixed by Meezerpocalypse (Traurigkeit Ist Nur Ein Gedanke)

Them Clones  on Echo Garage remixed by Meezerpocalypse (Traurigkeit Ist Nur Ein Gedanke)

Lyrics based on recent current events and a particularly deranged episode of Rick and Morty.

Clintmusic 9

Messages From Elsewhere

Road 62

Ooh no - another tree hugger song!!
I saw a report from Ethiopia where a lady had made a thriving  agricultural enterprise by creating good soil by planting lots of trees around her house!

Het sol (a rough translation to Swedish)
De bor på en plats där solen är varm
och ibland misslyckas vattentillförseln
och alla människor söker
för att hitta de vackra brunnarna som kan ge alla sina liv tillbaka
så att deras hälsovård kommer att vara OK
De gillar inte soluppgången - de längtar efter natten
De gillar inte solskenet - de längtar efter regnet

Jag hörde talas om en dam som omvandlade sin jord
från öken till bördiga fält där hon kan plantera sina grödor
hon gjorde det genom att plantera
många träd runt hennes hus där öknen har dykt upp
och träden höll fukten i hennes jord
De gillar inte soluppgången - de längtar efter natten
De gillar inte solskenet - de längtar efter regnet

Du vet att träden ger skugga till växterna
som växer under de gröna lummiga trädtopparna
de ger oss också människor
mycket frisk luft och ge oss skydd mot värmen
och folket där nere får förutsättningar att överleva
De gillar inte soluppgången - de längtar efter natten
De gillar inte solskenet - de längtar efter regnet

Hot Sun
They live in a place where the sun is hot
and sometimes the water supply fails
and all the folks are searching
for to find the lovely wells that can give all their lives back
so that their helth care will be OK
They don’t like the sunrise - they are longing for the night
They don’t like the sunshine - they are longing for the rain

I heard of a lady who turned her soil
from desert to fertile fields where she can plant her crops
she made it by planting
a lot of trees around her house where the desert has turned up
and the trees kept the moist in her soil
They don’t like the sunrise - they are longing for the night
They don’t like the sunshine - they are longing for the rain

You know that the trees provide shade to the plants
which grow under the green leafy tree tops
they also give us people
a lot of fresh air and give us shelter from the heat
and the people down there get conditions to survive
They don’t like the sunrise - they are longing for the night
They don’t like the sunshine - they are longing for the rain

Hot Sun

The raging world outside. The raging world inside.

Answers In Symmetry

Through The Galaxy

Somewhere in Space

This is possibly my fourth or fifth recording of this song. I wrote it 10 or 12 years ago after a line in a book about Neil Young made me laugh out loud. Neil was planning on returning to country music for an album or two and his bass player was frustrated because he felt this meant he'd be relegated to playing eat-shit boom boom bass lines. Impatience with this kind of music was the reason he had left Nashville, he said. Well, this song isn't really about bass lines or about dissing country music, which I love dearly. But it did seem to me there should be a song called The Reason I Left Nashville. This is the latest - and in all likelihood not the last - attempt to do the title justice ...


The Reason I Left Nashville

They made me play that eat-shit ‘boom’ bass
Flicked their peanuts into my face
I thought the music was kinda thin
But some of them  people had paid to get in
I think the audience is probably drinking still
That's the reason I left Nashville

Yeah and they wear those alligator boots
Diamonds sewn into their suits
Every other store is selling steel guitars
Why does everybody got to be a country star?
Yeah but they don't want to foot the bill
That's the reason I left Nashville

It's rock n roll from here on in
That's the way it’ll have to be
I never played my own country song
I blew right out of Tennessee

Truth is I guess I've lost my hunger
Should've been there 10 years younger
I was kinda busy, up to no good
To give my song verisimilitude
They wouldn't give me 10 lousy minutes to fill
That's the reason I left Nashville

The Reason I Left Nashville

Piano Improvisation 7


 I have written new material, just need to record again. Having disabilities makes this struggle all the more difficult. I wish the best for all of us that create. I hope to continue this adventure that only started at the beginning of the lockdowns. Once we are settled I hope to share more of the world of Catpadwick. I do have a YouTube channel that is more personal and has some live performances and meditations. I need help understanding this new digital world.
 Thank you for the past few years.
My next pro is now over. Being on the verge of homelessness and having disabilities makes holding onto SoundCloud impossible at the moment. I'm loosing songs on this page. I will try a more affordable approach from here on out, as far as music production. In a world of baby shark; music has no place it seems anymore. Thanks again for your support the past three years and 56 songs later. 

Neil

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