The Cake is a Lie

SPICY BLUNT

Music: Little Man Project & Janne Hennie           
Vocals & Lyrics:  Janne Hennie       
Instruments & Mix:  Little Man Project

Lyrics:

Follow my head, or follow my heart
Which way to go?
What is the right thing?
Will it hurt?
I don't know...

So why are you still here
And care so much for me?
Maybe I'm not worth it
I'm just a mess ,can't you see..

Go with the flow, or go my own way
what to choose?
No matter what i decide to do
Someone will lose...

So why are you still here
And care so much for me?
Maybe I'm not worth it
 I'm just a mess, can't you see...

So why are you still here
And care so much for me?
Maybe I'm not worth it
I'm just a mess, can't you see...

Give it all up, or letting you in
what is the best thing to do?
Play it safe or take the chance
To belive in you?

So why are you still here
And care so much for me?
Maybe I'm not worth it
I'm just a mess, can't you see...

I'm Just A Mess

This is such a fun collaboration with Mike Fox and Axel Menningen. I feel so lucky to work with this team! 

Mike has created a wonderful video for you to enjoy as you listen. Please view it here: 
https://youtu.be/q0EfYJIEEdA?si=JhEnBVNhv5GnXlkx

I hope you like this as much as I do. 

Lyrics:

When you saw her face
You couldn't look away
And knew right then and there
(That) One day you would meet

From living room to Kathmandu
Trekking ever closer
Day to day and week by week
Now you're standing at her feet

Chorus
Mount Everest Divine
Goddess of the sky
Cloaked in ice diamonds and white gold
She's magnificent but stone cold
Don't drop your guard, don't be fooled
She's magnificent but stone cold

V2
Nothing with her comes easy
She gives no guarantees
She is the roof of the world
And the ice falls at Khumbu

You give her all you've got
Because nothing less will do
In the end you still may lose
Or watch your dreams come true
Chorus
Mount Everest Divine
Goddess of the sky
Cloaked in ice diamonds and white gold
She's magnificent but stone cold
Don't drop your guard, don't be fooled
She's magnificent but stone cold

Mount Everest Divine

Don't Abandon All Hope

Dreams and fragments of memories of early winter morning walks. The frost turning to vapor as the sun bathes it in energy.

Frosty Sunrise

Satire? (Not anymore)
I think these guys have all joined up with ICE. Be on the lookout. (PLAY LOUD)
Added to my album "Rockers" (2024). 
Check out some quirky Rock & Roll.

Lyrics:
Putting on my chubby sized camo pants
To meet my associates
We're bed wetting fanatics
In my Grandma's basement
Until she said:
"Boys, take it outside!"
I've done the research
I've connected the dots
From the podcast talks
And we're dumb with some guns

I have a militia meeting in my Grandma's backyard
Self-appointed defender of the liberty
An all American dickwad

Zipping up my Walmart flak jacket
I scratch my goatee
That rest upon my Habsburg jaw
I'm wet dreaming
Dreaming of martial law
Weekend warriors
We're taking down names
We're rooting out the traitors
We're tapping your phone
That's us
Knocking on your door
And we're dumb with some guns

I have a militia meeting in my Grandma's backyard
Self -appointed defender of the liberty
Red  & white and blue blowhards

I have a militia meeting in my Grandma's backyard
Self appointed defenders of the liberty
An all American blowhard
I have a militia meeting in the backyard
We're going out this week
We're patrolling your Blvds

I Have A Militia Meeting In My Grandma's Backyard (New ICE recruits?)

جادو فیت نرگس

In Tibetan Buddhism, Bardo is the central theme of the Bardo Thodol (literally Liberation Through Hearing During the Intermediate State), the Tibetan Book of the Dead, a text intended to both guide the recently deceased person through the death Bardo to gain a better rebirth and also to help their loved ones with the grieving process.
I wrote this tune just after my grandmother died  to help understand the joy of her spirit leaving her long long suffering body and move on to its next amazing state of being.
Thanks millions to  Rachael S for such a beautiful and enchanting vocal .
Keep Joyful and Kind .

Rith Saor ( Run Free )

[Verse]
Green eyes in view
Everything you do
Everywhere you go
You light up the room

[Chorus]
You light up the room everywhere you go
A sight to see
A beauty to behold
Yeahhh you light up the room everywhere you go

[Verse 2]
Heavenly smile
An angel on earth
Making me blind
Shining like a starburst

[Chorus]
Oh you light up the room everywhere you go
A sight to see
A beauty to behold
Yeahhh you light up the room everywhere you go

[Bridge]
Sparks fly high
Our planets collide
You and I
Lighting up the night
Like fireworks 
in the sky

[Chorus]
Oh you light up the room everywhere you go
A sight to see
A beauty to behold
Yeahhh you light up the room everywhere you go

You Light Up The Room

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

I must admit of late I haven’t been very productive and not so active on SC so I apologise if i have been vacant in listening to your new tunes.
I needed a hiatus for a while to clear the head get some renovations done around the house without having music to think about and distract me.
This tune was bubbling away a while ago and almost used  the lyrics for a Conscience Of Kings track but it didn’t work. I decided to persevere, wrote some cords and evolved it by just doing a little bit now and then.
Eventually I finished it and this is the final result. 
I’ve kept the original live vocal and acoustic guitar that was the guide because it catches the moment. Decided on no backing vocals and just to keep it solo and I don’t use auto tune either.
And added on top with electric and keys in the chorus. Put a house drum mix sound and I think it’s cool for a mini boss recording.
The songs about capturing that first moment of saying how you both feel about each other. I hope you like it comment & repost it .
Gaz Brownie gives you Consequences…

V1
You harvest the light so beautiful
With olive tones are Indisputable
Im totally wrapped and falling under
Is that the sound of you stealing my 
thunder 

Chorus
I like the   Consequences of my good intentions 
I like the consequences of the things I just mentioned 

V2 
There a choir of angels on your shoulder 
Harmonising to the things  I just told you.
Take a breath in the lungs of this City 
As night falls you’ve never looked so pretty 

Ch 
I like the  Consequences of my good intentions 
I like the the consequences of the things I just mentioned 

Middle 8/outro
You have the flare for the dramatic 
You make me feel fantastic 
It’s starts with us 
and it ends with us 
There nothing in between 
Only us x4

Consequences -Gaz Brownie

OWEN STAGG HE IS VERY PUNCTUAL
JUST LIKE ME
ALWAYS CARRIES A STONE IN HIS POCKET 
SO DO I

AND WE BOTH AGREE THAT HERB STRIPPER
WOULD BE THE RIGHT NAME FOR A KITCHEN DRAG ACT`
but
I AM NOT OWEN 
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
DODECAPHONIQUE
YES HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

HE HAS A GREAT DISPLAY OF JUMPERS AND CARDIGANS 
ME I DON’T
HE IS GOOD AT CHESS AND SAXOPHONE (IN A CUPBOARD)
MOI NON PLUS

HE KNOWS SO MANY THINGS I DON’T, LIKE THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN FRENCH AND GERMAN BOW STROKES

I AM NOT OWEN
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
EN PATAPHYSIQUE
HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

ME WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT WARM HUGS AND OLIVES
RIEN DU TOUT
BUT OWEN HE FEARS A BAD BBQ PIZZA 
I DO TOO

HELLO HELLO, HELLO OWEN CAN’T HEAR YOU ME
I CAN’T HEAR YOU
OH MAN YOU’RE SO DIFFICULT TO CONVERSE WITH
ON THE PHONE



I AM NOT OWEN (Lyrics) song for Owen

Wash me in the rain falling down
Or wrap me in a snow covered shroud
I don't know what is coming anymore
I don't know what season lies in store

Raise me with the leaves swirling 'round
Or bury me in this frozen ground
I can't see what lies ahead
And the birds have already fled

All this uncertainty
Will be the death of me

Carry me on the gentle breeze
Or bind me with the roots of these trees
I can't see what's around the bend
Is tomorrow foe or friend?

All this uncertainty
Is too much, too much for me
I stumble, I fall free, I waver
Yes this uncertainty
Could be the end of me

Yes wash me in the healing rain
Or lay me down to sleep again
I don't know what is coming anymore
I don't know what the future has in store

All this uncertainty
Is too much, too much for me
I stumble, blindly, I wander
Yes this uncertainty
Will be the death of me

Image by Ankhesenamun

Uncertainty

La canzone parla di un sogno mai avverato. 

Un solo sogno

Uno, uno soltanto,  
un desiderio che mi danza dentro,  
un uomo silenzioso, un pianeta lontano,  
mentre il mondo si agita, io rimango immobile.

Cento, mille, le speranze degli  altri,  
Brillano come stelle nel cielo,  
ma il mio sogno è un fragile segreto,  
una foglia che non vorrebbe cadere.

Forse per timidezza? Chi lo sa?  
Un velo di incertezza, la testa che penzola,  
ci vorrebbe un po’ di sfrontatezza,  
un coraggio che sfida la mia stessa tristezza.

Ma io lo so, è la mia debolezza,  
un labirinto di paure, una lenta carrozza ,  
e a volte penso di non essere all’altezza,  
di non meritare la luce di quella bellezza.

Eppure, nel silenzio, lo sento pulsare,  
un battito segreto, un sogno da abbracciare,  
un canto sommesso che chiede di volare,  
ma le catene invisibili mi fanno tremare.

Un giorno, forse, troverò la chiave,  
per aprire quel sogno che batte e si agita,  
per dare voce dentro il cuore,  
e danzare finalmente sotto il cielo infinito.

Un brivido dentro. Mi sento confuso. Giro la testa. La giro all’indietro. 
Mi sdraio di pancia. Il freddo mi prende. Lo sconforto mi assale. La febbre non scende. 
E scende il mio sogno. Che rimane tale. Non spero più. Non voglio farmi male.

Un solo sogno

Crystal de larmes sur la lune
Je te cherche dans ses dunes
Sensation sûre 
Temps dans la ville
Tes lèvres au goût vanille 

Rendez-vous au paradis
Mon étoile brille et je prie Rendez-vous au paradis
Espoir le vent
me l’a dit…

Souvenirs envolés
Nos rêves à jamais
Sensation sur ma peau
Espoir tombe à l’eau
Rendez-vous au paradis
Étoile brille et je prie

Rendez-vous au paradis
Espoir le vent
me l’a dit…

Crystal de larmes sur la lune
Je te cherche dans ses dunes Sensation sur dans la ville
Tes lèvres au goût vanille 

Rendez-vous au paradis
Mon étoile brille et je prie Rendez-vous au paradis
Espoir le vent
me l’a dit…

Souvenirs envolés
Nos rêves à jamais
Sensation sur ma peau
Espoir tombe à l’eau
Rendez-vous au paradis
Étoile brille et je prie…

RENDEZ-VOUS AU PARADIS 2

The Deep Dark Lake Under The Moon

Hey…. Thanks for dropping by. April 21st, fresh snow on the ground that hopefully will melt off by the end of the day. Yesterday, I was out transplanting some small Lupine and Columbine plants from out of the lawn. They grew there from seed that spilt from nearby flowerbeds. I put them into a rock garden I recently refurbished. I pulled all the rocks out, dug down to get all the invasive grass roots out, and rebuilt it with a few extra rocks. After that chore, I dug up several Spruce seedlings from the Spruce trees I planted here decades ago. Those little saplings grew up under a lilac bush, so I moved them out into open areas in the backyard. They probably won’t get to be 3 feet tall by the time I pass from this mortal coil, as I am old, but I plant them anyway b/c they’ll most likely still be here when I am gone. Ha. I have been transplanting a lot of volunteer flower plants into my neighbor’s yard, from my vegetable garden in preparation for Spring planting. They find their way into the garden, by wind, bird or however, and I just let them grow, but soon there’s more flowers than vegetables, so I find them new homes. Lastly, I replaced the wonky wheel and axle assembly on my old wheelbarrow, held together by hose clamps, during a snowy day last week, with a wheel from a wheelbarrow I recently got from a pile of free stuff (junk) out on the road, that a neighbor was tossing out. The barrow was cracked, but the wheel/axle were fine. Now I am ready to roll. That is how Spring is here in the mountains…. So several years back, there was quite a large pack of dogs that would freely run around our rural neighborhood. They lived here and loved being able to roam. When I first saw them on my way to the mailbox, they did not know me, and several dogs growled at me. (Rightly so.) Ha. It was a standoff moment for sure. So I just laughed at them. They were not anticipating that. So from then on, we’d have some fun whenever I saw them. Most of those dogs have died over the years. It was sad to see them go. So I included them in this song. I hope you like it. Mark

Going To The Dogs


I was struck by an article in the Guardian 10 years ago about a woman who used to hang out and work with the Rolling Stones in the 60s and the article was about adapting to old age while having nostalgia for such a potent time in her life. For this recording I had to change one word - 70 to 80. Musically it needed to be rhythmic but melancholic: something you got from major and minor seventh songs in the mid 70s as disco kicked in



YESTERDAY’S PEOPLE

Yesterday’s people used to party, party, party
Yesterday’s people were so cool so cool so cool

There was a girl her skin so fresh and fine
There was a guy as smooth as a dark red wine
They were out there in a happening era
Face to face so close and nearer
Photogenic and oh so bold
But that generation has all grown old

In 69 it was crazy zany time
In London town all that music going down
Young people travelling - free love happening
Beautiful people philosophizing
Mary Jane twilight in the Mediterranean
That generation they’ve all grown old

If you’re talking to an 80 year old guy
Remember he - was Mr cool way back in time
Try to imagine the face much younger
The yearning soul hormonal hunger
Suite Judy blue eyes young people dancing
That generation they’ve all grown old


Yesterdays People

We all get there in the end, This is a light hearted look at getting older. much better than the alternative. 

Written, Performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Life's about Living

Life's about living

Will you love me still, when I'm old and grey

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Slow paced cinematic electro-dub-fusion of cake

Vocals: Astrid Solvrid

Lyrics:
The Cake Is A Lie
No need for candles

Level up you bastard
The Cake is a lie
The Cake is a lie
No need for Candles this time

When all is lost
No cake this time
A saving hand
Oldschool lovely friend of mine

The Cake is a Lie

Cletunga