Kind of 70s french movie theme :) like it much ! 

Så vackert! Lovely music here! Lovely sound!

On A Sunny Afternoon

On this new day
I will do the impossible
I’ll walk up to you and I’ll say how I feel

too much to lose 
that is why I am hesitant
it’s too late
but I feel now it’s time

On a sunny afternoon
maybe its a Sunday
I will live up to the promises that I made
we can rearrange the tiles
in the kitchenette
if that makes you feel at home and you want to stay

Another night and I dreamt the impossible
it was you and it was I
now I see
a silly dream of two lovers in oblivion
not much to do just hang around and be free

On a sunny afternoon 
maybe it was Sunday
you said you would go away 
but you stayed

Now it’s late November
and you’re still around 
maybe this will never fade away

For all the things that come undone
this will stay, this will remain
no matter what 
no matter why
what ever comes
this will survive

And in July
when its warm in the summer time
I watch you walk across this floor
Please understand just how much this means to me
you make me feel at home and complete

On a sunny afternoon
Maybe it was Sunday
You said that you would go away
but you stayed

Now its late November

And you’re still around
Maybe this will never go away


music & lyrics: Christopher Livings
performed and recorded and produced
by Christopher Livings
Worpswede, in May 2021

Utopian Lovesongs EP

On A Sunny Afternoon

I Miss Those Days

I Miss Those Days  Instrumental

Will the world be in the doldrums again this year? I wish you all the best of luck.

Chasing My Own Shadow

No return

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:

On the beach, where he slept and he wept and he prayed,
It was the home he knew, where he wasn’t afraid,
Like driftwood on the shore, his mind had floated away,
On a ship he steered through the salt and the spray.

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free.

Deaf was he, to travellers passing by,
Any wise advice he would only defy,
Standing firm, with a mystical, clouded eye,
He would shout his visions to the sky.

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free.

So, over the waves, by the sea-caves,
The watery graves, he made his way,
Guided by beacons only he could see.
Through, shuddering gales, bellies of whales, sparkling trails,
He’d never fail, to petition for Poseidon’s guarantee.

In the end, he was found on the silvery strand,
By the tidal pool where he’d made his final stand.
Peaceful brow, like he’d made it to the promised land,
And a golden map lay in his hand.

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free. 

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
And my golden map and compass have set me free.

Sailor Song

This song is dedicated to the rowdies of the football-derbies in the western german industrial area of the notorious early 80ies.
There’s original voice footage included from Dortmund's "Borussen Front" Hooligan street gang: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIsNNj20YMY
It’s a winking worship to the spirit of the unteachable oldschool football culture...

Moustache Mayhem

THANK YOU to some narcissistic guitarist for this opportunity along with AUDIUS!

Learn more about the contest here: https://m.lndg.page/X9tt0r

Find our lyrics for the topline contest below:
Addicts on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Deep lines lacking in meaning
-
Exceeding all expectations.
Expanding borders 
on sovereign nations.
Complacency teaming,
In spaces between me n,
All of the forest and all of the trees,
And all of the seas, 
dung beetles and bees,
The babies to be, 
unborn and unseen,
The souls that are lost,
The trades and the costs,
The spoils or the bounties,
The coils in the counties,
The lethal injections,
Unsettling projections,
Protecting the notions,
The Navy, the Oceans,
Promotion. 
Promotional marketing. 
Corporate greed and 
ad-word targeting.
Data sales, data mines.
Data jails for data times.
Dad I’m sorry, I’m not crying.
The world it hurt me, 
but I’m not dying.
The world it threw me, 
but I’m not flying.
Just Trying to stay stable.
Thoroughly bred to 
feed others at the table.
Blinders on to avoid 
others on the cable.
A label? A fable.
Stories, scriptures, lies 
filled with swear words.
Fuck.
Swear now, sworn in, 
square jaw, too thin.
Too raw, too soft, 
knocked out, bashed in.
Ration, nation, tactics, bacon.
War dogs, war pigs, 
warthogs, more kids.
Generation, x, why, boom, bye.
Tombs, cries, boots, flies.
Mud, blood, fear, and bravery.
Keeping us safe from 
living in slavery.
History, cycles, 
news flash, rifles.
Stifling all of us 
calling on idols.
Shit
Idea Eyes
Idealized isolation, consternation, masturbation.
Masses mutilated, 
masses brooding hatred.
Masses casting caskets
Rackets made white wearing leather jackets 
Acting like asshatted … 
-
Ad dicks on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Deep lines lacking in meaning

Lions Blood - AUDIUS CONTEST WINNER [ADdick$ Mix]

Been away for far too long			
How are things since I’ve been gone
What’s the crack
I can see that things have changed
Nothing does seem quite the same
What’s the crack
Some of them are for the best
Not quite sure about the rest
What’s the crack

What about the girl I dated			
I thought we were really fated
Now you say that she is married
And you say he’s some Prince Harry

What about the friends I knew		
Kieth & Bill & Vic and Lou
What’s the crack
Are they still out Fridays nights
Chewing fat and wronging rights
What’s the crack

I have been quite isolated				
Seems the world could not have waited
Now I feel quite out of place
I’m not sure I like this taste

What about the shoes you wear
Where can I get me a pair
What’s the crack
And you say my hair’s too long
And my clothes are very wrong
What’s the crack
Need a job to get some cash
Tell me where the action’s at
What’s the crack

Here we go again y’all
What’s the crack
What’s the crack
What’s the crack
Oh what’s the crack

Treat Her Like A Lady

What's The Crack

Pista experimental inspirada en el telescopio espacial lanzado por la NASA el cual lleva por nombre James Webb

Experimental track inspired by the space telescope launched by NASA named James Webb

James Webb

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Painting by Witold Pruszkowski - As Dawn Breaks [Prayer], 1876

Lyrics:

Oh fill my heart with golden light
Let every sleeping flame ignite
Set me to shine in saddening night 
Oh fill my heart with gold. 

Such comfort in that burnished glow
And whispered song in voices low
Reminding me that peace will grow
Such comfort in that glow.

There is love in the gleam of that radiating beam
That will heal you and kindly console.
Feel the calm spirit swell, filling each and every cell 
Of your soul.    – Instrumental - 

There is love in the gleam of that radiating beam
That will heal you and kindly console.
Feel the calm spirit swell, filling each and every cell 
Of your soul.

Oh fill your hearts with golden light
Let every sleeping flame ignite
Set you to shine in saddening night 
Oh fill your hearts with gold.
Oh fill your hearts with gold.

Golden Light

Bloom

Claes Steen -Music Production and composing  



No return

Claes Steen

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