great melody, cool riffs and original sound, clean production very refreshing

Here is a selection of my favorite songs.

Voila une sélection de mes chansons préférées.

Selection

I wrote this the night John Lennon was murdered. I lived in Massachusetts and I was watching the pathetic Patriots when I heard. Like the rest of the world I was in shock. I used two songs he cowrote with Paul McCartney and John's wife Yoko Ono as lead into my song and then at the end.

Used in this song:
Across the Universe by Lennon/McCartney/Ono
Imagine by John and Yoko Ono Lennon

Dear John What Went Wrong

Dear John

Dear John By Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

Wily Pitz'23 is the retake of purist punky style single Willy Pitz from May 2020.
It makes its powerful comeback in September 2023.

In collaboration with the incredible talents of Slovenian Blaž Pavšič, Uroš Mohorič, and Gregor Alič we gave to Willy Pitz the completely new sound which makes one totally blew away and make your chin hits the floor.

The story remains the same - single living Swiss who is just trying to survive his live and one day he vanish without being noticed by anyone - but it is packed in new portion of energy where the punky essence of the original meets a whole new level of rock awesomeness.

Lead vocal: Ladislav Tesar a.k.a. Ladat
Backing vocals: Blaž Pavšič a.k.a. BB Bandit
Rhythm Guitars: Blaž Pavšič a.k.a BB Bandit, Ladislav Tesar a.k.a. Ladat
Solo guitars: Uroš Mohorič a.k.a. UX band
Bass guitar: Gregor Alič a.k.a. Hanson
Producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered A7 Recording Studio, May 2023 (@a7-recording-studio, www.a7recordingstudio.com)

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Willy Pitz'23

My quest for peace is surely useless
But no one can tell me or show me
The scars of earth, the cries of men
Repeat their tale again, and again
The ones who dream, find their voices drown, drown

While tyrants burn the world to the ground
The rivers bleed, the skies turn gray
While despots tear the world apart
The winds grow cold, the shadows start
The ones who dream, their silent warnings fade away

I long to express my quest for peace

It's quite utopian, quite utopian
But only dreamers can forge the change in this world
But only dreamers can bring new light to the storm
We need dreamers, many more dreamers, many more

A chosen few with hearts of stone
Turn dreams to dust, leave hope alone
A million voices, strong and clear
Could silence the drums of war

I long to express my quest for peace

Only dreamers can forge the change in this world
Only dreamers can bring new light to the storm
Without dreamers, dreamers, the weight won't shift

We need dreamers, dreamers, to fuel the fight

We need dreamers, many more dreamers, many more
We need dreamers, many more dreamers, many more

Quest for Peace

(Kind of obsession)
(Going Crazy)

Just a day in his life
(Kind of obsession)
It's a matter of courage
He just wants to climb that building
(Going Crazy)
Disappearing into the sky

It's a strong obsession
(Strong obsession)
Just a matter of time
His new goal is that building
(Going Crazy)
That pierces through the sky

He's got no rope, no plan
(Kind of obsession)
But his hands know the way
Each window is a promise
(Going crazy)
Each ledge a step to the top
(A step to the top, to the top)

No ropes, no rules, no reason
(Mr Robert)
No fear, no doubt, no ceiling
(For Mr Robert)

People stop and stare up
As he walks on air
Mr Robert controls his fear
He leaves nothing to chance

No ropes, no rules, no reason
(Mr Robert)
No fear, no doubt, no ceiling
(For Mr Robert)

Mr Robert is the man who kissed the sky
(A true legend)
Mr Robert is the gravity breaker
(The gravity breaker)

No ropes, no rules, no reason
(Mr Robert)
No fear, no doubt, no ceiling
(For Mr Robert)

Mr Robert

I feel like letting go
(Like letting go)
Go running through the shadows
Feel the breeze and feel empty
But I want to make life easy

Some days I just lose my glow
(I lose it slow)
Slow thoughts like a river's flow
Tears fall where the dark winds flee
But I try to hold on gently
  
Go, running through the shadows
Go, chasing after echoes
Let's build a brand new glow
Let's free the seeds we sow

When I feel like letting go
(Like letting go)
I remember seeds still grow
If I feel the breeze and feel empty
Then I breathe and hold on steady

The fire I hold and seal
(I keep it strong)
Strong enough to keep it inside
No storm can break, no night can steal
Nor make me cast it aside

Go, running through the shadows
Go, chasing after echoes
Let's build a brand new glow
Let's free the seeds we sow

I feel like letting go
(Go, running through the shadows)
I feel like letting go
(Let's build a brand new glow)
(Let's free the seeds we sow)
I feel like letting go
(Go, chasing after echoes)
(Let's free the seeds we sow)
The seeds we sow
(Let's free the seeds we sow)

Letting Go

Skinwalkers

Shine

(Running through the shadows)
(Running through the shadows)
(Through the shadows)
(Still lying in my bed)
(Some voices in my head)
(I'm floating in between)
(The night’s not gone just yet)

Look by the window
Is it a cockcrow ?
No matter the dream that I seek
No matter the voice that I hear

Caught in a shadow
Eyes still in slow flow
No matter the day of the week
No matter the week of the year
 
Time to make your dreams come true
The night is ending
Wake up!
Step into the blue

Light through the window
Time in a soft glow
No matter the words that we speak
No matter if silence is near

Fog on the meadow
Thoughts come and let go
No matter the height that we peak
No matter the fall that we fear

Time to make your dreams come true
The night is ending
Wake up!
Step into the blue

The sky is painting something new
No need pretending
Wake up!
The world is waiting just for you

Wake up!
The world is waiting just for you

Wake up!

Wake Up!

a song i wrote when i use to smoke much more lol

Come On Fellow

It's time to begin
Time to begin
No time to lose procrastinating

Full time to your projects
Full time
No more half-steps, just full time
Full time

Fuel in the veins
No signs of braking
No time for waiting
No more hesitating

Break all your chains
The path is blazing
No steps retracing
No more escaping

The clock is ticking
It's time to begin
Wake up the fire
Pressure’s elevating

Full time to your projects
Full time
No more half-steps, just full time
Full time

Fire in your chest
No signs of faking
Break all your chains
No time for doubting

Momentum's waking
No second guessing
No steps retracing
No more escaping

Fuel in the veins
No signs of braking
No time for waiting
No more hesitating

Break all your chains
The path is blazing
No steps retracing
No more escaping

Full Time

A song about anxiety and depression that people around you don't notice

I DON'T FEEL RIGHT  (LYRICS BADTRIPP INC, MUSIC BY BADTRIPP INC/SUNO AI)
My mind is reaching out to people that I meet
Sounds disturb the night so tight and so sweet
My heart is searching for someone to know
But when the game is over I have to go

Take away all my pain
make me dry in the rain
Let me try all in vain
drive me holy insane

My thoughts go back to times that I've seen
Images fill me with things I could have been
My soul is running for safety and for cover
And the years go by as I look for a lover

Touch me deep inside
fill my mind so wide
Take me on a ride
I need a place to hide

I am all alone in this empty town
I'm always here, always on my own
Memories from the past flash through my mind
Pictures of you touch my aching heart

Here comes another night
filling me with fright
I don't feel alright
when I turn out the light

I don't feel right

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

Say it how it should be

Einleitung

Dies ist kein Buch über Krebs. Es ist ein Buch über das Leben – über das Leben, das im Verfall wächst, barfuß durch den Regen geht, mit dem Kater Murschel Kaffee trinkt und den Gartenschlauch wie ein Alibi trägt.
Zelle B lebt zwischen Menschen, die kurz „krank“ sagen, aber keine Ahnung haben, wie laut ein Körper schweigen kann. In einem Hof, der gleichzeitig rostet und blüht. Zwischen Beton und Birken, zwischen alten Stasi-Treppen und stillen Gesprächen mit dem Verfall.
Was hier erzählt wird, passiert nicht im Rückblick. Es passiert in Echtzeit. Kein Dramaturg hat es konstruiert. Kein Happy End winkt am Horizont. Aber jedes Kapitel atmet – manchmal schwer, manchmal zärtlich.
Dieses Buch ist kein Wehklagen. Es ist ein Protokoll des Überlebens. Ein Best-of der Realität. Und das größte Kompliment, das man ihr machen kann, ist: Es lügt nicht.

Schattenlichter (1)
Ich bin nicht hergekommen, ich bin hergeschwemmt worden. Es war ein Auto, kein Plan. Ein Kater, kein Gepäck. Eine Hoffnung, die sich zwischen den Kiefernnadeln der  Heide verfangen hat – und die vielleicht nur mit der nächsten Nacht wieder loslässt. Und nun sitze ich hier, im Bauwagen, mit einem Körper, der um Ruhe bittet, und einem Alltag, der mir fremd bleibt…
Der Bauwagenplatz liegt versteckt zwischen Verfall und Wildnis . Abgesperrt, überwuchert, von außen beinahe unsichtbar – und doch voller Geschichten, die in den rostenden Metallstufen und moosbewachsenen Containerwänden schlummern. Hier wohnt niemand offiziell. Man lebt zwischen Aktenstaub und Birkenrauschen, in einer Welt, die sich selbst abgeschafft hat. Heimlich. Still. Und gerade deshalb so laut in mir.
Der Wind hier ist kein Wetter. Er ist ein Charakter. Er schiebt Erinnerungen aus den Ecken, bringt Sätze zum Vorschein, die keiner sagt, und verdichtet den Raum zwischen uns. Alles wirkt mehr. Riecht mehr. Die wenigen, die hier leben, tragen Konflikte wie Kleidung. Und ich bin einer von ihnen – ohne Mantel, mit viel Haut.
Der Innenhof lebt in zwei Aggregatzuständen gleichzeitig: Erst wirkt er wie ein Ort, den die Zeit vergessen hat – blättriger Putz, rostige Strukturen, Wärme, die das Schweigen festbrennt. Doch dann blüht er auf – ein poetisches Chaos aus Pflanzen, Feuerstelle, versprenkelter Alltagsarchäologie. Ich stehe barfuß auf Beton, der sich wie Lava anfühlt, halte den Gartenschlauch wie ein chirurgisches Instrument. Die Brause ist der Puls dieses Ortes. Auf der Wendeltreppe, die ins Nichts führt, steht eine Pflanze, als wollte sie dort hoch wachsen, wohin der Mensch nie kam. Unter ihr: ein Kühlschrank ohne Zweck, eine Badewanne mit Durst. Es ist Sommer. Ein seltsamer Sommer. Und ich bin mittendrin.
Die Sonne knistert. Ich halte den Gartenschlauch in der Hand wie ein Alibi fürs Dasein. Der Innenhof flimmert – verfallene Wände, rostige Wendeltreppe, ein Kühlschrank, der niemandem mehr kühlt. Barfuß auf Beton, der glüht wie ein Argument. Die Brause zischt leise. Und plötzlich wird Gießen zu einer Art Gebet.
Nicht weit von hier brennt der Wald. Man riecht ihn nicht, aber er denkt mit. Um uns herum zieht der Stausee eine stille Grenze aus Wasser – flüssige Wachsamkeit gegen das, was zu nahe kommt. Die Hitze ist überall. Der Himmel flimmert zwischen Asche und Spiegelung. Ich gieße die Pflanzen wie ein Ritual gegen das Vergessen. Vielleicht ist es das Einzige, was mich noch hier hält.
Ich bin im Nichts aber nicht nichts. Die Luft schmeckt verbrannt, obwohl das Feuer noch weit genug entfernt ist. Ich gieße weiter. Die Brause singt auf dem Beton, mein Schatten klebt fest am Boden. Da höre ich ihn kommen – nicht laut, sondern wie Wind, der zu denken beginnt.
„Heiß heute“, sagt er. Ich nicke. „Der Wald will sprechen. Aber nicht mit uns.“
Er setzt sich auf die unterste Stufe der Wendeltreppe.

Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag!

Schattenlichter (1)

The Ledge

Freezing but sunny day around Schwarzsee (or Lac Noir if you prefer).
Easy going, simple and enjoyable day with family captured by acoustic guitar and bass in this easy listening song.
Enjoy your easy going moments!

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