Amen brother, so spontaneous sounding and spot on...seems there is little grey area these days.

"The World Turned On Itself " by Paul Kucharski

I woke up to the sound of shouting,
Same as yesterday.
People pointin’ fingers,
Don’t hear a word they say.
The rich man’s buying silence,
The poor man’s buying pain,
And the preachers on the corner
Say the world’s gone insane.

Yeah, the world turned on itself again,
Brother against brother, friend against friend.
We build our walls where love once stood,
Trade our hearts for fire and wood.
Oh, the world turned on itself again—
And nobody’s listening.

The children learn the language
Of the anger that we teach,
While mercy dies on every tongue
Before it learns to speak.
The media sell division
Like it’s sugar, salt, or wine,
And every side says they’re the light,
But they’re all running blind.

Yeah, the world turned on itself again,
Brother against brother, friend against friend.
We shout so loud, the truth gets small,
You can’t hear a heartbeat through a wall.
Oh, the world turned on itself again—
And love’s the one we’re losing.

I seen kindness in the ruins,
And hope beneath the rain.
There’s hands that still reach out
In the middle of the pain.
So I’ll keep strummin’ softly
Though the world’s out of tune,
‘Cause even a whisper’s stronger
Than the silence in this room.

Yeah, the world turned on itself again,
But maybe it can turn back, friend.
If we drop the stones, forgive the fight,
And learn to share a little light.
Oh, the world turned on itself again—
But I still believe we can mend.

The World Turned On Itself

A careless word is all she heard, now she’s bitter
My heart said, “love,” but nothing good could come out of my mouth. 
I knew what not to say, but said it anyway.
So nothing changed, it stayed the same, and we all walked away.
The world, it has gone mad, it has grown bitter.
The highs, the lows, the wins, the shows. The truth? It knows, but still,
We thought we were on track, but it kept turning back,
It wasn’t for a lack of feeding souls.

And nobody warned us just how much the bitter would linger. 
We kept believing that right’s gonna win - just wait.
But nothing prepared us to live in a world that runs on hate.

The opposite of sweet, they say, is bitter.
But sometimes sweet is bitter too, it seems prepared.
I say the words, but yet, my heart, it must forget
So nothing changed, it stayed the same, and yes, I’m scared.
I see myself through eyes that have gone bitter. 
Don’t understand, don’t have a plan, don’t see a way around. 
So every time we try, we lose another eye, 
Instead of finding strength, we still lose ground. 

And nobody warned us just how much the bitter would linger. 
We kept believing that right’s gonna win - just wait.
But nothing prepared us to live in a world that runs on hate.


Bitter

infinite

Out Of The Sky

The Sky Above The Ocean

Face

Organically Grown

Thank you to my good friend Paploviante for this superb track,

Urban Express Paploviante and FPM

Pick a side, what will it be
Pick a side, your choice is free
Ain’t no grey no in between
Pick a side. What will it be?

Socialist or conservatism, stay or leave
Make it your decision
Black or white, left or right
Oh pick a side

Defend your side, let me tell you how
Defend your side, do it now
Search the net, don’t validate the source
It will be the Russians or China if course
Personal attacks are gold and plenty to be found
Shout and rage at the ignorance of it all
Only you and a handful of others know we are all fools


Pick a side, what will it be
Pick a side, your choice is free
Ain’t no grey no in between
Pick a side. What will it be?

Socialist or conservatism, stay or leave
Make it your decision
Black or white, left or right
Oh pick a side

Pick a side (incredibly rough)

How's your halo
when you've nothing to wear?
Hold you head up
on a wing and a prayer

Float like feathers
Float like feathers
Just open wide
wide

Elevate
the 
stars
pull
parachutes

Hold your head up
for there's nothing down there
With the open eyes
eyes

Elevate
the
stars
pull
parachutes

(we connect the stars)

How's your heavens
when you're stopping for air?

parachutes

... my wild and weird multi layer jam of today with real flute, real tenorsax and real additional percussion, on a children's Dschembe :-)
enjoy ! image: Tina Rataj Berard / unsplah

dystopian blues

This song is in 5/4.  Emphasis is on the 1 and 4 beats.

Grieving

Verse 1:
It seemed all so perfect
Our lives just clicked
Everywhere I went
Is what was meant (to be)

We did so much
Were so in touch
What a joy was our life
You were to be my wife

Chorus 1:
I never hurt you
I didn’t do
Anything wrong
I spent all my love on you

Verse 2:
Then one day
The skies were grey
You said you were leaving
And I started grieving

Chorus 2 & 3:
You hurt me so
I’m not your beau
It is all wrong
All my love is gone

Verse 3:
Why are you leaving me
Never to bend my knee
Why is it you don’t want me
You take off an flee

I hurt so much inside
You will never be my bride
This pain cannot be happening
It is all so baffling

Pick a side (incredibly rough)

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