Narrativa fictionalive + Musica Tomas Peiretti

Featured Artist - Barricage = Lex & Dave - This duo from the US is a hard hitting truth telling pair of geniuses. Lyrically they are fabulous and you can learn incredible angles about hard topics from digging deep into their music. If you engage you'll be warmed wiuth ever enlightening conversations so I highly recommend this connection... https://soundcloud.com/barricage ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

fictionalive

Friday, July 25th, 2025 –
HIGH NOON / Da House is Burning 🫵🏽*💥*🙇🏻*🔥*⭕️*🎧*🧨*🎏*❤️‍🔥*🙏🏽*🫵🏽*🎧

    share, like, repost – speak out

    AND drop me your tune to add to the serious play play list and - even better  - initiate your own! 

/ BIG shout-out to brother Kinelle Man ( @kinelle-man ) for initiating the spark to light the fire and blow the horn for unity, love, and awareness – not divide, not numb blindness
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Friday, July 25th 2025 - HIGH NOON / Da House is Burning.......... 🫵🏽*💥*🙇🏻*🔥*⭕️*🎧*🧨*🎏*❤️‍🔥

C’MON OVER (Rocky Mountain)
Written & Recorded 1979

Another of Bri’s late ‘70’s demos, an unusually structured song containing that unique ambience that were the hallmark of his recordings from that period.  Again, not the most perfectly preserved recording but still worth a listen.  One of my absolute favourites.  (Gary Reeves)

C’mon baby round to my street, gonna have some fun today
Get moving into my beat, in my street, OK?
My street is just round the bend
C’mon over if you’ve time to spend

C’mon baby round to my street, gonna have some fun today
C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight
C’mon baby into my parlour, no need to fuss and fight
My house is on top of the hill
C’mon over if you’ve time to kill

C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight

Break

C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight
C’mon baby into my parlour, no need to fuss and fight
My house is on top of the hill
C’mon over if you’ve time to kill

C’mon baby be the fly to my spider
Be an insider
Make this thing brighter
And c’mon over baby today

Brian Reeves: Vocals / Guitar

C'Mon Over (1979) Rocky Mountain

fa*12 - PoPoems Trilogy: Twelve Poems Gone

Original song: @neowakan  - Silent Preach
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Silent Preach

about conspiracies - in theory and practice: debunked or confirmed? a reflection and modern audio play. story created by fictionalive, the popoems series and the hyper media reports. music carefully used borrowed from cavaliere spruzzi's radio set, recorded January 2025. fair use only.

about conspiracies - in theory and practice: debunked or confirmed? a modern audio play

78_ Warning for Our Own Egoism - released on 15 April 2025 only on SoundCloud

What came to my mind in connection with the last election in Germany and was additionally inspired by Well's Sound of his “222" (https://on.soundcloud.com/ENju9cc1cmhc1H618): The only real existing problem we have in the world is egoism. We moan about how badly off we are, that everything is so expensive and that we can all do politics better than any others! ...instead of taking a step back and doing everything we can to make things better for our children and grandchildren. But that would mean that we would have to make concessions and take back our ego. That's just not on! 😮‍💨🫣 How dishonest it is to say that we are doing everything we can to make things better for our children. I can't really recognise that! 😔 #ambient #nodrums #onlybasses #trance #liverecording

(produced with BlocsWave & LaunchPad)

Warning for Our Own Egoism

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

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The Wonders & Magic of Cavaliere Spruzzi and the Funky Spruzzinis // Lo-Fi Tomas Peiretti Excerpt ‘Lo-Fi Vol. 2’ Mix //
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story, lyrics written and narrated by fictionalive // music is an excerpt from Tomas Peiretti’s fabulous ‘Lo-Fi Vol. 2’ full album, fused by fictionalive—courtesy of Tomas Peiretti, Argentina // arranged and mixed by fictionalive // fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports // June 27, 2025
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link to the full album from Tomas Peiretti, clean:
https://soundcloud.com/tgpeiretti/volumen-2-lo-fi-beats-full-album?si=7e44bf7e18964b7cb48b0e2691deb9bb&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
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big Shout-out to Tomas over the ocean, an openend minded artist with the flow - Captain and crew salutes you! *****
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Playlist recommendation

https://on.soundcloud.com/RVFIGc0jElKplO6iEY

The Wonders & Magic of Cavaliere Spruzzi and the Funky Spruzzinis // Lo-Fi Tomas Peiretti Mix

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What if? – The Sea is Wide: How Long We Must Walk Alone // Filling Up Mix
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A meditation on distance, hope, and the long walk across the wide sea.
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Book of Romans 2025: Echoes in History, Rhymes Stuck //
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Lyrics written and narrated by fictionalive // music 'Filling Up' written, produced, and provided by mobygratis.com, fully licensed // arranged and mixed by fictionalive // fusion of it all – fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports // June 27, 2025
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What if? – The Sea is Wide: How Long We Must Walk Alone // Filling Up Mix

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I'm a.., Just for You, Might Confuse, So True...Farewell to You // Peiretti's Lo-Fi Mix
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story, lyrics written and narrated by fictionalive // music is an excerpt from Tomas Peiretti’s fabulous ‘Lo-Fi Vol. 2’ full album, fused by fictionalive—courtesy of Tomas Peiretti, Argentina // arranged and mixed by fictionalive // fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports // June 27, 2025
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link to the full album from Tomas Peiretti, clean:
https://soundcloud.com/tgpeiretti/volumen-2-lo-fi-beats-full-album?si=7e44bf7e18964b7cb48b0e2691deb9bb&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
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big Shout-out to Tomas over the ocean, an openend minded artist with the flow - Captain and crew salutes you! *****
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“I’m a Gentile, a Jew, 
Just for you, might confuse, 
So true.”
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What Will the World Understand?
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They will feel the paradox of identity: 
That we are all more than labels, more than boundaries. The banner whispers: I am not just one thing, nor are you. In every heart there is a stranger and a friend, a question and an answer, a longing to belong and a longing to be unique.
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They will sense the courage of vulnerability: 
To declare oneself, to risk confusion, to admit complexity—this is the first step toward true connection. The banner invites all to drop their masks, to meet in the honest, trembling space between certainty and wonder.
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They will hear the call for unity without erasure:
The world’s old wounds are not healed by pretending we are the same, but by honoring the beauty in our differences. The banner sings: Let us be many, and let us be one—not by force, but by choice, by love, by the music we make together.
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They will taste the bittersweet truth of history:
Centuries of wandering, of exile and homecoming, of being misunderstood and misunderstood in turn. The banner is a tapestry of memory—of every ancestor who asked, “Who am I? Who are you?” and every child who will ask again.
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They will glimpse the hope that confusion brings:
For when we are confused, we are open—ready to learn, to listen, to grow. The banner is a riddle and an invitation: Come closer, look deeper, let yourself be changed.
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They will know the resonance of love:
Because to say, “Just for you,” is to offer the self as a gift—imperfect, mysterious, and real. The banner is a love letter written in every language, sung in every key.
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The Banner’s Promise

Whenever the world sees this banner, 
they will be reminded that the greatest truth
s are not simple, but symphonic—
 not singular, but woven— 
not easy, but worth the voyage.

Let them capture the words. 
Let them grasp the meaning. 
Let them carry the resonance forward,
 until unity and difference 
sing together in harmony
 across all the seas of tomorrow.

The Enigma’s banner will fly, 
and its song will echo— 
so true.

Rest well, Captain. The night is full of music, and the world is listening.

I'm a.., Just for You, Might Confuse, So True...Farewell to You

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The Lotion – it all starts here - Rub Yourself With Love //  a Bersut Lotion
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This alternate take is a marriage in sound:  /
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Bersut 
written, produced, & conjured by Jo Nauversen — a true Captain from the northern shores of Hamburg, Germany.

 Discover him: Jo Nauversen on SoundCloud @jonauversen  /

Lyrics & narration provided by: fictionalive  /

[original track link]  https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/the-lotion-it-all-starts-here-rub-yourself-with-love-4thediscontent-mix?in=fictionalive/sets/the-lotion-revisited-voice/s-H953RcaYiaD&si=74b6939bc84a4d39b08545bbcec470ce&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing/


If the spirit moves you — feel free to create your own alternate take. 
Just say the word — DM @fictionalive

Comments and echoes are wide open.  /

Rub yourself with love. That’s where it all starts. 
— Enigma’s proud, Captain’s choice. Winning hearts since the very first drop.
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THE LOTION: It All Starts Here  - Rub Yourself With Love // a Bersut Lotion

דרך12    Through 12

יואב רבן : בס
עמית אליאסי - תופים ,סינטי - כלי הקשה בונגס
 עופר טיסר - תופים אלקטרוניים  + גיטרה חשמלית 
אלון אבנת -שירה סינטי מילים + קולות
נבו סבוראי - דיבור + מילים
הוקלט  בהופעה במזקקה 
מסטרין : חדר זמני

שיר שחול  תיקשורתי לעזה     media bereavement song to Gaza

/ this is an emergency drop — this is an emergency drop /

walls of jericho, calls again // the junglepunx horns

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/ music: junglepunx – microcosm mystics (first public release)
/ written, arranged, played, and produced by junglepunx

/ lyrics & narration: fictionalive

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/ fusion of it all — fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

/ edition 25

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/ emergency drop
/ date: july 25, 2025, friday
/ time: 4:00 pm central european summer time

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/ love — unity — peace — respect

/ keep shining

/ blow the horn

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Walls of Jericho, calls again // the JUNGLEPUNX horns

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments
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/ song dedicated to 
/ Kinelle Man (@kinelle-man) and 
/ The Beautiful Dark (@thebeautifuldark) & 
/ the mighty # + @ fam ❤️‍🔥*🙏🏽*🫵🏽*🎧*⭕️*🧨*❤️*🫵🏽*✊🏽
/ you know who you are
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: Lo-Fi Vol 1 by Tomas Peiretti (@tgpeiretti), excerpt

/ cover art: fictionalive DIY, it's a menu in a restaurant

"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

i'd like to thank all sc artists who are speaking out .. about a bigger picture than our own musical ambitions. Beautiful Dark, U.Poet, Codex Scrolls, Rock Izy, Fiction Alive, Zone Cruiser, Babalon Anon .. there are so many others.. forgive my recall, i'm emotional today.

Hands in pocket

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A Farewell: If Hearts Remain Hardened, the World May Still Fall

// Shimmering Like a Constellation, Just Within Reach
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/ Ein Abschied: Wenn die Herzen verhärtet bleiben, kann die Welt noch fallen
/ 告别：如果人心依旧冷硬，世界仍可能陨落
/ विदाई: यदि दिल कठोर बने रहते हैं, तो दुनिया अभी भी गिर सकती है
/ Una despedida: Si los corazones permanecen endurecidos, el mundo aún puede caer
/ وداعًا: إذا ظلت القلوب قاسية، فقد يسقط العالم
/ Un adieu : Si les cœurs restent endurcis, le monde peut encore tomber
/ বিদায়: যদি হৃদয় শক্ত থাকে, পৃথিবী এখনও পড়ে যেতে পারে
/ Uma despedida: Se os corações permanecerem endurecidos, o mundo ainda pode cair
/ Прощание: Если сердца останутся ожесточёнными, мир всё ещё может пасть
/ الوداع: اگر دل سخت رہیں تو دنیا ابھی بھی گر سکتی ہے
/ Perpisahan: Jika hati tetap membatu, dunia mungkin masih akan runtuh
/ 別れ：心が硬いままであれば、この世界はまだ崩れ落ちるかもしれない
/ Farewell: If heart continue hard, world fit still fall
/ وداعًا: لو القلوب فضلت قاسية، العالم ممكن ينهار
/ एक निरोप: जर हृदये कणखर राहतील तर जग अजून पडू शकते
/ Bir veda: Kalpler sert kalmaya devam ederse, dünya hâlâ düşebilir
/ 别言：心体若还硬，世界阿拉仍然会倒落
/ విడుదల: గుండెలు గట్టి ఉంటే, ప్రపంచం ఇంకా కుప్పకూలవచ్చు
/ الوداع: جی کر دل سخت رہسن، دنیا ہن وی گر سکدی اے
/ Lời từ biệt: Nếu trái tim vẫn chai sạn, thế giới vẫn còn có thể sụp đổ
/ 작별 인사: 마음이 굳어 있다면 세상은 여전히 무너질 수 있다"

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// music by Tomas Peiretti @tgpeiretti

// lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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A Farewell: If Hearts Remain Hardened, the World May Still Fall

Petroleum, Microplastics and Fake Trees

Bioaccumulation of microplastics in decedent human brains: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41591-024-03453-1

The Human Brain May Contain as Much as a Spoon’s Worth of Microplastics, New Research Suggests: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/the-human-brain-may-contain-as-much-as-a-spoons-worth-of-microplastics-new-research-suggests-180985995/

Detection and characterization of microplastics in the human testis and semen: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/36948312/

Microplastic presence in dog and human testis and its potential association with sperm count and weights of testis and epididymis: https://academic.oup.com/toxsci/article/200/2/235/7673133

In a First, Microplastics Are Found in Fresh Antarctic Snow: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/in-a-first-microplastics-are-found-in-fresh-antarctic-snow-180980264/

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Forever Man

My Teflon coated 
Skeleton holds a 
Pretense over me
It's harder to wash away
When the water will rush away
Leave me dry and clean


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


Waterproof, insoluble
I'm sickly celled, with polished roads
Breathing out Gasoline
Overton turn 
The economy grows
I got the front seats for the final show
Plastic model plastered in a magazine


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


[Solo]


Replace the trees
With tree toys
Stick 'em in the ground
Then call 'em a forest
Ain't this town so neat? 
The amount of fumes itself 
A show of force
Progress takes much sacrifice, of course
'Til our recyclable blood depletes


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


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Forever Man

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Come Closer, Look Deeper, Let Yourself Be Changed and Be Change
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Sing together in harmony
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// music by Tomas Peiretti do Argentina @tgpeiretti
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// lyrics by fictionalive for Unity

// Artwork illustration by Peter Uertz
// Düsseldorf, Germany - Thank you, Peter

// Be Changed

// Be Change

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Come Closer, Look Deeper, Let Yourself Be Changed and Be Change

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017

Farewell

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Manifesto

We Declare:

    That the suffering in Gaza is not a distant conflict but a wound in the conscience of humanity.

    That silence and political games by so-called Western defenders of democracy are betrayal incarnate.

    That art, music, and truth must tear through walls of apathy, breaking chains with sound and spirit.

    That to remain silent is to support the erasure of life itself.

    That we rise—voices united, hearts aflame—to amplify those crushed under siege, to shatter the walls of oppression.

    That every beat, every echo, every lyric becomes a rebellion against forgetting.

    That through collective awakening, we reclaim not just Gaza’s future but the soul of humanity.

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/ : fictionalive, August 16, 2025 - 4:21 pm

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Disclaimer: Ladies and gentlemen, and anyone who needs a special mention, I'm throwing caution to the wind and speaking out about this chaos. I'm going live, ready or not. So, sit back, relax, and try to enjoy - it's all for your own good.
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"NOTHING UNDER THE SUN IS NOT PART OF CREATION, NOR IS IT NOT CREATION ITSELF—IT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MAKE IT. NO JUDGES, NO DIVIDES—UNITY." 
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/ : fictionalive, July 30 - 11:11 am
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For This Is The Voyage, The Legend, The Song – Where We Belong
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/ Keep shining
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"NOTHING UNDER THE SUN IS NOT PART OF CREATION, NOR IS IT NOT CREATION ITSELF—IT'S ONLY WHAT YOU MAKE IT. NO JUDGES, NO DIVIDES—UNITY."

1. Philosophical and Metaphysical Context

This phrase operates on a profound metaphysical premise rooted in ancient and modern spiritual thought: the idea that everything within existence ("under the sun") is inherently part of creation, yet simultaneously defies a simple binary of "creation" and "non-creation." The double negation — “is not not part” and “is not not creation” — serves as a dialectical device emphasizing paradox rather than straightforward affirmation or denial.

Nothing exists outside creation’s domain. All that "is" is both a part and a reflection of the creative whole — but perhaps creation is not a static “thing.”

It touches on panentheism or even non-dualism, suggesting creation transcends our binary modes of thought.

In this sense, the phrase challenges rigid ontologies. It rejects compartmentalization — what we consider ‘created’ vs. ‘uncreated’ is a false dichotomy.

2. Existential and Constructivist Overtones

The clause “It’s only what you make it” signifies a turn from metaphysical absolutes to personal agency and interpretation.

Creation is not a fixed category but a creative, subjective, and participatory process.

Reality is texturized by human meaning-making — your perception, actions, and judgments shape what ‘is.’

This brings in vibes of existentialism and constructivism, affirming our power and responsibility in shaping the world and imbuing it with meaning.

3. The Ethics of Judgment and Division

“No judges, no divides” strikes a moral and social chord:

It calls for radical acceptance — no external or internal authority imposes judgment.

It opposes division, sectarianism, or exclusion based on arbitrary or prejudiced distinctions.
This has echoes of universalist humanism and inclusive ethics, a plea for unity beyond fractured identities, labels, or separations.

4. Final Summation: Unity as a Creational Ethos

The closing refrain “UNITY” serves as the conceptual apex:
Unity is not merely a formal condition but an existential and creational ethos, holding the paradoxical unity of all existence despite apparent differences or judgments.
It is a call to embrace multiplicity without fragmentation — wholeness that contains diversity.

Style and Rhetoric

Paradox and Double Negatives: The use of double negatives (“not not”) is daring and poetic, evoking the style of Zen koans or 
Hegelian dialectics — prompting reflection rather than offering a direct statement. It challenges the reader to dwell in ambiguity and complexity.

Capitalization and Punctuation: The em dash creates dramatic pauses, underscoring the key thematic shifts; the capitalized “UNITY” acts as a powerful, summative slogan or mantra.

Economy of Words: Despite its complexity, the phrase remains succinct, poetic, and emphatic—a hallmark of impactful philosophical proclamations.

Cultural & Literary Resonances

Biblical Allusions: “Under the sun” recalls the Book of Ecclesiastes, with its contemplations on the nature of existence. This embeds the phrase within a long tradition of existential inquiry.

Contemporary Spirituality: The phrase resonates with New Age and postmodern spiritual ideas emphasizing non-duality, co-creation, and global unity.

Political and Social Dimensions: In a world segmented by ideologies and conflicts, “no judges, no divides” can serve as a subtle political manifesto for peace and acceptance.

Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

fictionalive ⭕️ UNITY