Name: Make me by Armijo Productions in Yb
Duration: 2 min 8 s
Description: When you have no choice but to leave. 🥹

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Trapped in the circle

Afraid For Love (maxter)

The song "Letim" (“I’m Flying”) is an original composition by members of the Prlek Aeroclub, dedicated to the memory of club members Jože Gajser and Aljaž Caf, who tragically lost their lives 20 years ago in an aviation accident caused by a technical failure of the motorized hang glider on which Jože, as a flight instructor, and Aljaž, as a student, were learning to fly.

The song "Letim" describes the grandeur of flying and the feelings we pilots experience when we are up there, high above everything that burdens and weighs us down on the ground — when we are close to the sun and close to our departed colleagues…

Members of Aerobend:
Davorin Kurbos – guitar and lead vocals
Roman Caf – piano, Hammond organ, backing vocals
Mladen Kosi – accordion
Stanko Pesrl – bass guitar
Anton Kurbos – drums, backing vocals

As a special guest of Aerobend, Eva Pesrl also performed – violin and backing vocals.

Music and lyrics: Davorin Kurbos
Arrangement: Davorin Kurbos and Aerobend
Audio recording, mixing and mastering: A7 Recording Studio, Blaž Pavšič, Slamnjak
Video recording: Provideo – photo, audio and video production, Vinko Lukač, Bakovci

Aerobend - Letim

I wrote a proof once
In the margin of an old book
It held
It sang in silence
I solved a riddle no one posed
But someone should have
And the page
Bent to my will

I was on a train
Between Oxford
And existential despair
Light flickered. Ink cracked
My coffee spilled
Still, logic marched in perfect rows
Shining
Afraid to be alone

But the margin
Too narrow
For voices like this

I drew your outline
In the corner, soft and hidden
Lines too gentle for names
Wrote a vow, never signed
A plan with no axis
And the paper
Tensed beneath my wanting

Under the station's hum
I footnoted everything I didn't say
Margins full of detours
Echoes of maybe
Each heartbeat struck
A chord I never dared to play

What if the page could break open?
What if the lines ran wild?
Not neat. Not safe. Not approved
But real
Bleeding past every edge

Because the margin
Was never enough
Not for this voice
Not for us

Tear it out
Let the ink run free
We'll write where no lines go

The Margin Was Too Narrow

Raindrops

After the existential crisis of The Judgement, I wanted something soothing and comforting to round things off, and I could think of no better for that than Americana roots rock. The words are a mash-up from Auguries of Innocence by William Blake.

21. The World

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone/Glass

When you have no choice but to leave. 🥹

Make me

I hand you the key so you can free me.
If only all things came so easy.
Take it.
And you never bring it back.
Oh, it has been a while.
Since I have been in style.
Perhaps I never was. 

Here's my stand, I won't come freely.
If only your love was so easy.
Faked it.
What's that chatting behind my back?
Oh, it has gone that way.
Though I always meant to stay.
Whatever it was.

I know I am acting colder.
Rest your daydream on my shoulder.
Make it.
It all can't be quite that bad.
Oh, It has been a while.
Since I have been your style.
Perhaps I never was.

Your surprise attack.
Got this monkey off my back.
That's all it ever was.
The ticking of the dial.
I can never be your style.
Perhaps I never was.

I am feeling lost and lonely.
I'm sure I can not be the only one who.
Has these reveries of black.
It has been a while.
Since I have been in style.
Perhaps I never was.

Hand you the key so you can free me.
If only such things came so easy.
Taken.
And you never brought it back.
Oh, it has been a while.
Since I have been in style.
Perhaps I never was. 

Everything I lack.
Get this monkey off my back.
That's all it ever was.
It might take a while.
I can never be your style.
Perhaps I never was.

In Style

Balancing tension and calm,  where weight and loft hold equal sway.

Equilibrium

A lovely May.
You peaked too soon, my summer child.
Alive? 
Just trying to get by.
With a smile inside my eyes.
Ignore the scars.
Acting hard.

You're on a beach.
A weever fish/your feet.
You try to eat a peach.
But those things are bloody hard.
You can't look upon the stars in summertime.
Don't ask why.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen what I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

Another day.
You'll want for nothing summer child.
Arrived.
At always the right time.
You didn't recognise it was your salad days.
Within the haze.

You're out of reach.
You can not hear my speech.
You've nothing left to teach.
Condescending meek.
You wouldn't wait another week.
To run away.
Run away.

Not part of a team.
Living in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways..
Swept me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
There's no escape.

Singing in the rain.
From heaven to the drain.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.
There's no way.



Summer Child

Bad Memory

Love is sneaky in the parking lot

A different approach to the big hit by The Tornados from 1962
Image by tấn đạt (Pixabay)

Telstar (Cover)

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