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Sexagenarian Volume I

I dabble with the gross and obscene
I'm hidden and I'm rarely seen for what I am
I wrote a story so unclean
There was nothing I really mean
Oh no I'm self-destruct

CHORUS
Cuz I'm a dickhead
Well that's what she said
She said or maybe thought?
Like my rapport
I'm not always that self-aware
Cuz I'm a dickhead
Well that's what she said
She said or maybe thought?
Its made me fraught
There's something there!
Well I need fresh air!

I'm barely conscious and don't detect
When my brain is clearly disconnected (duh duh duh)
I take my troubles and deflect
I could not bare what I could wreck
On no I'm self-destruct

CHORUS

I’m a Dickhead

I've been scarcely giving eye contact
They didn't say much at all
I'm somewhat surprised the green is packed
The snob in me is appalled 

So blow the pipes the cob-webs left
Reminders we don't move
The sound waves leave my mind bereft
Its more a drone than groove

CHORUS
There's a tear formed in my eye
Memories returning
Just ignore the passer-by

I'm waving with a mild success
A sign language I learnt
The bridge is just a charcoaled mess
You can't burn what has been burnt

CHORUS

Passer-by

Christian Moll - Synth / Bass / Drums https://soundcloud.com/christianmoll
Brian Butts - Guitar

Cosmopticon

Christian Moll | Brian Butts - Voltaic Horizons

MIX: Jack Holston

LYRIC

Time for another little nap
Today that’s three
It might take more than just a tap
To wake up me
I just drift off
Letting the stress lift off
in tomorrow’s yesterday

The news is getting kind of stale
Things just get worse
Why not do nothing for a while?
See how that works
It’s so pleasant
Ignoring the ever-present
Tomorrow’s yesterday

And maybe you agree
We’re never all going to agree
And that’s our right
Also our plight

Now back to where I was before
Please drop a hint
where did I lay my spectacles
With the crap brown tint?
Don’t play dumb
You know we can’t escape from
Tomorrow’s yesterday

The clock hands barely budge
But I’m not one to hold a grudge
Think I’ll just slouch
Back to the couch

And now it’s time to rest my eyes
Please draw the blinds
I will be mindless for a while
Hope no one minds
If I’m snoring 
Join with me in ignoring
The future on its way
Because we’re doomed to stay
in tomorrow’s yesterday

Tomorrow's Yesterday

MARCH 25 - Mixed by Jack Holston, who also contributed some guitar. 

LYRIC* (Check below for a bit of background on this lyric)

You’re headed home
From where who knows
You check the mail
And get clean clothes
Then off again
Don’t leave a note
Who’d come by to read it
And smile at what you wrote?

You’ve seas to sail
And paths to trek
Take out your phone for one last check
Then power down
And stow it well

Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself 
Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself
You yourself alone in a wide world
Narrowing in scope
You are your own best hope

The money men
Femme fatale
Annoying brats
Unworthy pals
The off leash cur
And feral stray
One or another
Comes across your path each day

One day a god
Met with a god
Who knew a god
Who knew a god
A joke was made
All hell broke loose

Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself
Do the best that you can do
No one should ask more of you
Than you yourself

So let’s hear your excuses
Loser that wins
Beggar that chooses
Let’s hear your excuses

One day a god met with a god….

*NOTE
I wrote this song in either late 2017 or late 2018. When writing it, I had no idea where the story aspects came from. In June 2018, the news came that Anthony Bourdain had committed suicide. I had only discovered his programs a couple years before his death, and had become a huge fan. I asked myself - was I somehow thinking of Bourdain when I wrote the lyric? Not that there's any aspect that would speak to his eventual death. But something about his constant travel, the openness to other cultures, the concern for humanity. And both his love of lie and a certain world weariness. Anyway. I have no concrete answer. But I myself have a haunted feeling ever since when it comes to this song. One reason why it's taken so long for em to record it....

Sexagenarian I

You Yourself

Song written during the 2016 election cycle (!!!) and first recorded/released in demo version 2020.
This is the 2024 update
MIX: Jack Holston

LYRIC
Too much talk
Chitter chat
Idle thoughts
Falling flat
New remote 
Loud TV
Is there no one here to help me?

So they shout
And they screech
And they scold
And they preach
To a choir
That sings along
Everybody is free
To choose any old key

Where’s the mute on this thing?
What joy some silence would bring
Out words tumble
While I fumble
Where’s the mute on this thing

That’s not art
Just a stunt
And it’s dull
To be blunt
While they jeer at the past
Because they cannot compete
And they’ll never admit defeat

Where’s the mute on this thing?
The volume isn’t working
There might be some news
That I could maybe use
But
Where’s the mute on this thing

I think I’ve pushed every key
Is there no one to help me?

There you are, looking smug
As you go over and pull the plug

Where's The Mute

mix/master: Woods Studio

LYRIC
Brought together
in bad weather
Our homes a world away
Hours flew by
We both knew why 
We had no right to stay

You waved as I departed
Let’s finish what we started
Finish what we started

I kept the memory
Deep within me
While life took me elsewhere
It started burning
The thought of returning
To when I saw you there

It’s a course I’d never charted
But let’s finish what we started
Finish what we started tonight

Strolling through the passers by
Keep an eye out  for an eye
One that sees the things you see
I saw you
Did you see me?

If this finds you
And reminds you
Of the promise we let die
Just tell me where
And I’ll be there
We have the right to try

And not live broken hearted
Let’s finish what we started
Finish what we started

It won’t be too late
But we can’t wait
And longer than we have
If yours felt what my heart did
Let’s finish what we started

Finish What We Started

2024 remix by Jack Holston

LYRIC
There’s no longer doubt
Time is running out
And it looks it’s in a hurry
Where it’s got to go
I don’t need to know
I’m not even going to worry
Let some future me
Stick around to see
Exactly what was all the fuss
With the mess that is us
yessiree
I’ll just leave it be
For some future me

Don’t ask me to think
I’ve got me a drink
And a hammock hung in the shade
I am now clocked out
My whole day’s blocked out
And I face my present unafraid
Tell some future me
How things ought to be
If I’m still around to hear
I’ll lend you all an ear
Honey bee
No charge, it’s all free
Thank some future me

At one time I’d gladly join you
For the common good
Now I’d only disappoint you
But ask a future me, maybe he would
If he could

Lucky future me
Just might live to see
An end at last to all the fuss
With the mess that is us
Glory be
We have to wait and see
I’m sure he’ll agree
That lucky future me

Future Me

REVISED FROM 2020
mix/master by Mariosyjp

LYRIC
Like the frown face
On a painted clown face
We had to fake it for a while
Give them what they ask for
be glad that they don’t ask more
But that ends the show now
And we’ve got the know how
To go on our way with a smile
Yeah we can have the last laugh
Let's enjoy the last laugh

It’s our time, our turn
We will live and they get to learn
We can do as we please
The last laugh has us slapping both our knees

Yeah we took the joking
Not so gentle poking
At the core of who we are
What they found amusing
Wasn’t of our choosing
Ok so that happened
We will not go back then
But the memory won’t be far
We can recall all that
As we have the last laugh

It’s our joy, our bliss
To end up happy as this
Settle back, take a seat
The last laugh might just knock them off their feet

Leaving all that behind us
Where the past - can’t find us
No need to remind us
We get the last laugh

If we shed a few tears
It’s not like in the past years
We’re joyful as we wipe them off
It’s just so good that we have
Finally got the last laugh

It’s our joy, we’re at ease
To live our lives how we please
Lift your eyes, stand up tall
We’re testing our own power
Getting stronger by the hour
And the last laugh will be ours after all
The last laugh

The Last Laugh

Vocals, Lyrics, Darbuka, Brushes, Bassbeat, Recording & Mixing by Neli CoKo.  This song was composed to be part of that playlist: https://soundcloud.com/silent-zen/sets/climate-change
no loops, unmastered

Bremen, Germany, November2016, All Rights Reserved

earthpicture by http://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/IOTD/view.php?id=79803

Neli CoKo - Forgiveness

Passenger

Bandcamp

It Takes Time to Settle

Pallete

Knife

Creature Feature

let's round the edges, let's rearrange, walk through the grassy fields, let's get away.
move past the stable, forgive the past, drop all your baggage here and fade away.
the wheels are falling off, and that's ok, let's move the mountains now, wash down the drain.
let's round the edges, let's feel the rain, walk through the grass, let's get away.

Let's Get Away

NOTICE: I DO NOT PAY FOR PROMOTION. EVER.

SPOTLIGHT: With "Half My Life" and "we get so lonely we could die," Sexagenarian Vol VI now has eleven of its planned 12 tracks. Check out the other five (5!) volumes of Sexagenarian as well. 

BIO: I started writing songs in high school (1969-1973!) and I've pretty much never stopped. These are mostly solo recording projects (my brother, Fog City Fogey, contributes sometimes).  I don't do much self-promotion, not a fan of Repost Exchange etc, so all of you who find this page and like a song or two - you are truly appreciated!

Tomorrow's Yesterday

CW Mullins