Savage

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

'diffidence' 

Please let me be the only one to love you.
And, me, the only one to whom you give your love.
For, in my life, I've placed no one above you.
It feels so right and safe each time we touch. 

But I fear that somehow I've left you unsatisfied,
and that you feel the need hide from me
all the things that go down when my hands are tied.
Tell me, baby, please, just set my mind at ease. 

I'm doing all I can to understand you.
I give you all have each time I can, my love.
I hope our love continually expands through
communication, and that we can trust 

everything we share, based on the feelings
that captivate our souls when we are near.
I know that we are unique, separate beings,
but it's so hard livin' with all this fear 

of losing you, because we are so different.
Although the love we share, feels much the same.
I apologize for my constant diffidence,
but, sometimes my brain makes me feel insane...

diffidence

Pretty Papers

I am not a religious person
Happy New Year! 

Come gather round people
You won’t believe the news
The war has ended
And there is peace on earth, it's true!

The people made their stand
Arm in arm, and hand in hand
And there is freedom in our land

No more poverty and greed
No more homeless in the streets
No more leaders telling lies
No more borders to divide 

All the world has become one
And we’re righting all the wrongs
Can’t you hear the song
And angels sing above
Songs of grace, songs of love
And it gives us hope again
As they sing their sweet refrain
Throughout the land

“Peace on earth to everyone”

Peace On Earth (Christmas '24)

Hello friends!
At the end of the year, we invite you to listen to our next piece. We hope you will like our concept of a surf journey on the waves and … under the waves. 😎🏄🏼‍♂️
We wish you a good time!
Happy New Year!!!
Thanks for liking, reposting and commenting! 😎🎹🎸
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Bill Brooks (Remnant60) ..... synths, additional guitar, production and mixing
Surfers like Us ..... guitar, composition

Surf Odyssey 2025 (w/Remnant60)

Eine Zusammen Arbeit mit Karin Maria - Brunner
Vielen Dank Karin Maria, dass du mich angefragt hast für dieses Jazz Album. Hat viel Freude bereitet.

Instrumente :  Vibraphone, Drums, Piano, Synthesizer, Bass, Guitar

Veröffentlicht von:

iMD-KMB
Erscheinungsdatum :
11. November 2023
P-Linie:
℗ 2023

Travel to Spring

Nonsense

thanks as always for likes comments reposts. I always give same energy I get.

Trap Queen (LIVE FETTY WAP Cover)

🩸💉⛏⌛⁂©All Rights Reserved 03-2025
©Lyrics, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE NO ESCAPE (A GAME OF MADNESS)
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
Masters of deception, hellbent on infectious insurrection. 
Damned web weaved in broad daylight. 
Sinister plot takes its potshot. 
What have the innocent got? 
Another stiff-handed blot. 
The weak arise from what they've learned is the countermand--
Utilize from a conscience they've been rightly taught. 
Bloody brains wiped away in a flashflood of unrighteous injustice 
Now earning the grave's spot.

(Verse 2)
Eyes like ice, no warmth, no name.
Laughs in the dark igniting the flame.
Chains rattle, but they don’t see
The madness spreads contagiously free.

(Bridge)
This game he’s crafted is built on lies.
An endless loop no one denies.
But his power cracks and so does he.
The walls of his world bend endlessly.

(Chorus)
Where’s the freedom with the insane?
Trapped in chaos with bitter disdain.
No heart, no shame, he plays the part.
A master of cruelty, tearing souls apart.

(Outro)
Let the game crumble; let it all fall down.
Take the reins, don’t wait to be found.
The heartless lose when courage takes aim.
No more enchained in a psychotic game.

A Hand Of Evil Destroys Itself Eventually

No Escape (A Game of Madness)

Style Of Music: Dark, Rebellious, Cinematic, Talk-Singing Vocals Blending Melodic Alternative Rock With Edm Textures, Pulsating Synths, And Dynamic Builds. Emphasizes The Thrill Of Defiance, Chaos, And Unapologetic Transgression.
Description: “Breaking Rules” Is A Ballad About Defiance Without Remorse. Talk-Singing And Melodic Lines Explore Countless Rules Shattered, Social Norms Ignored, And Consequences Mocked. Edm-Infused Alternative Rock Elements Accentuate Every Rebellious Beat, Making It Cinematic And Uncanny, Perfectly Suited For Anime-Like Intensity.