Try to comprehend your life
There’s something in my mind
An overwhelming sense of fear
I wish I could describe

And I’m in a rut
Stuck like a rat in a cage 
But I won’t give up
No I won’t give up at this stage

Broken thoughts and twisted lines
All jumbled up inside
There must be some peace to find
It’s no-one’s path but mine 

And I’m in a rut
Stuck like a rat in a cage 
But I won’t give up
No I won’t give up at this stage

We’re forged in fire
Made a path that takes us higher
We’re forged in fire
Made a path that takes us higher

And I’m in a rut
Stuck like a rat in a cage 
But I won’t give up
No I won’t give up at this stage

We’re forged in fire
Made a path that takes us higher
We’re forged in fire
Made a path that takes us higher

Lyrics - Lynn Booth-Robinson and Thomas Booth-Robinson 
Music - Thomas Booth-Robinson

© all rights reserved 2025

Forged In Fire

words and music K.Gennery
Image not my own

Through these eyes I have seen 62 years of joy and misery
Found my true love lost many loved ones to time
If I had my life again I wonder what could possibly be changed
Though I do believe in whats meant to be quite often will be
This paths been laid for me

Inside out upside down back to front turned around
Its never straight forward its designed that way
From the darkest of nights can follow the brightest of days
Its the ying and the yang good and the bad
A toss of a coin which side shall it land
of course I know its the same for everyone

Through these same old weary eyes laughter lines that cannot be disguised
I spend my spare days writing songs instead of a diary
This paths been laid for me

 Inside out upside down back to front turned around
Its never straight forward its designed that way
From the darkest of nights can follow the brightest of days
Its the yin and the yan good and the bad
A toss of a coin which side shall it land
of course I know its the same for everyone

Through these eyes I have seen 62 years of joy and misery
Found my true love lost many loved ones to time
Found my true love lost many loved ones to time

Eyes

DANCE OF CHLORIS
Music: Exploderamera & Prog Rock Dan
Lyrics: Exploderamera
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See how she moves, dancing across the field,
treading so gracefully
Small steps with bare feet
All that she touches sprout, and it will come to life.

Soft grass
Bird song
Green leaves
...All that she does.
Snow melt
Frogs croak
Babbling brook
...All that she does.

Eyes in the shadows see ,they watch her every move.

He watch how she moves, dancing across the field
Beauty and youth moving so gracefully
She makes the flowers grow,
and her breath melts the snow
All that she touch wakes up and comes to life, 
to life, to life

Soft grass
Bird song
Green leaves
...All that she does.
Snow melt
Frogs croak
Babbling brook
...All that she does.

See how she moves, dancing across the field
Beauty and youth moving so gracefully
She made the apples grow,
so bountiful on the trees, tasty and sweet.

Eyes in the shadows see, they watch her every move.
Cold winds begin to blow, he has come to take her now.
Wind fills the empty field, leaves and flowers fall.

Dance of Chloris (Revisited)

"Inspired by the idea of a road trip and young destructive love. I wanted to hear the excitement of the wheels down the open road and the dust cloud left behind - part chaos and rebellion; part serenity and possibility. This is a coming of age song full of optimism and potential.”

beautiful thunderous. 

All I want to get is your affection
I'm not sure I can get your attention right now, right now
You take me all the places I want to go
You make me grin when I see your hair grown out and I like that

Our love is thunderous
Our love is thunderous
It's wonderful and wanderlust
It's beautiful and thunderous
Our love is wonderful, wanderlust, beautiful thunderous

"Pack your bags" you say, you need me
Take me there in the height of summer, let me burn
I'll burn for you
Get into my old black car now
We'll scream and shout and love our way down to the bright lights
I feel free now, free now

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

beautiful thunderous. (2025 REMIX)

'keep everything'

note: I recently found this old journal and this riff was played live on my phone upon my front porch during a rain storm this evening. This particular entry was from June 18, 2014.

I was stagnant at work this evening and ventured outside to catch some air and to stretch my legs. The air was thick and stuck to my skin, leaving a glassy resemblance, caught by mine eye, while vainly glimpsing at my reflection in the moonlit window of a fellow employee's sedan. With literally hours until my next deadline, I opted to put some kilometers behind me, and make my way, by foot, towards the local University. 
While venturing through the streets inhibited by, both, students, and families, I found myself drawn to a well kempt bungalow, lit dimly by lamplight, with the sound of classical piano fluttering imperfectly through the screened windows, out into the quiet, darkened street.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I stood, admiringly, for what seemed like several moments, staring dumbfoundedly at the house, only picturing, within my head, the scenes that may be taking place within.
Something about the modesty of practiced, yet, un-perfected art struck me as beautiful and elegant. Perhaps it is because it is something I, myself, can relate to in my endeavors, whether it be sport, music, painting, writing, or anything else I've indulged in within my life.
Nonetheless, something about this moment inspired something within me, and, as I pulled myself away from the scene and continued my evening walk, my inner dialogue began dancing frivolously in my brain. So often these thoughts want to be blurted out by voice, finger picked on guitar, or bled out of a pen, but my anxiety, and utter refusal to let loose my inner creativity, my personal experiences, my soul, has previously crushed my desire to even remotely achieve some sort of self-satisfaction. 
Although words have been written, melodies have been played, and songs have been sung, from now on, there will be no filter. Journals will be kept, rather than torn out and thrown away, edited or deleted. Keep Everything. Every thought. Though, initially, they seem irrelevant, irrational, erratic...anything...they still are the soil from which an idea may grow from, flourish, even. So, even now as I carry on aimlessly, rambling, carrying on...I must say thank you to the pianist for airing my embers with their beautifully imperfect notes.

keep everything

Deleted scenes, momentary gods, dreamless sleep
I don’t believe what’s true 
I don’t know what’s true
I just believe what I hear most often
It’s the storm that clears the noise
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
No, I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
Whispers shape worlds
Whispers shape minds
Whispers shape worlds
As the future unwinds
Lonely nights, weary world, hear the cities symphony, 
The more I walk a path the more visible it becomes
But If I don’t change direction, I may end up where I’m going
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
No, I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky

It's the Storm that Clears the Noise

'banjovi'

something until the next thing

banjovi

A rough and ready summertime rock & roll song. Discount Jimmy Buffett.
A salvage title is a car deemed a total loss by an insurance company.
From the album "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I surround myself with my friends 
That I know and love
Kick those bad times
Down the stairs
A little shove
Even when we're hurt
Drinking a toast
To the last rotation of the earth
You should know by now

We're living life with a salvage title
I'm out of sync
With my circadian cycle
Your molecular structure
Looking vital  🤪 
Salvage title

Take the time
And disregard all the rest
I'm at the Ramada Inn
Under house arrest
They say life is just a little test
I took off my shirt
To get this off my chest
You should know by now
This kind of spirit never goes away
It just becomes something else

We're living life with a salvage title
Getting sunshine
In tiny vials
Kicking down the portals of time
For an on time arrival
Salvage title 
Hot dog (yeah ) !!!!

Salvage title
And if you're coming over tonight
I'm going to be up late
Dancing with myself
Like Billy Idol

Salvage Title

Chicago


Cast of characters:

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster electric guitar, mix, production, and composition

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, vocals, and lyrics

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson cutom T electric guitar, sometimes with an ebow

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and synth

This song began as an idea Tez came up with on his guitar while on holiday not far from his home in Wales. It had such a solid form, it inspired Mark to write lyrics and come up with vocal melodies within a few days of hearing it for the first time. The two of them have written several songs like this, making them a solid songwriting source for Eclectic Collective. 

  Once the song had a even more solid form, Ken took added his dynamic, bouncy-groove drums to it. As soon as Ken had the drums down, Josh took his turn, adding the fretless bass and solidifying the groove. Now that the basic framework was done, Stephen added his thrilling electric guitar. Last, but certainly not least, JJ added his dancing organ and the really cool, psych synth lead part in the bridge towards the end. Mark also added some awesome backing synth to it, as well, filling out the sound. At the very end of the process, Tez also dropped in the hot intro and outro solos, as well.

  Once we had it all in the can, it was time to turn it over to Tez for his expert production and mix. He came up with the idea of adding reverb to the drums, as well as some other compression tricks, which he employed with subtle style. 

   This, as mentioned, is a great example of what Eclectic Collective can do in house with the composition and songwriting skills of Tez and Mark. The rest of us really had fun working on this one, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listenig to this as much as we enjoyed making it.


Original lyrics by mistermark:

There’s something I’m seeking that I’ve never found
but the seed that you planted went deep in the ground 
there’s a journey that I’m on and the path is uncertain 
the magic fades when you pull back the curtain 

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

There will never come a time when I do you harm
cause my soul is steady when I’m in your arms
and never have I heard music like your Voice 
when you call me to you I have no choice

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 

Like a puzzle on the table all the pieces fit
like I’m standing in the dark and a match is lit 
and what it all means man I just don’t know
but it’s a powerful feeling and it’s starting to grow

Wherever you go I will follow
there’s always another tomorrow 


Dance of Chloris (Revisited)

ExploderaMera