A STRANGE WORLD, ISN'T IT

We sit together at the table,
Tension trembling in our tone.
Words clash like blades in battle,
My heart could break alone.
This round, I may have won a little,
But joy is far from mine—
Your eyes have long betrayed the truth:
You’re nearing your last line.

Everything whole has shattered, and now I just don’t know—
Will we still be living tomorrow, when silence takes control…
…of all our soul.

You say nothing, just stare in silence,
It’s disarming, that’s for sure.
And in your gaze I see it clearly—
You’re not listening anymore.
I sit again beside this table,
Alone, just me and one regret:
That once I may have won a moment,
But it’s all I now have left.

Everything whole has shattered, and now I just don’t know—
Will we still be living tomorrow, when silence takes control…
…of all our soul.


HU.../

Ülünk ketten az asztal mellett,
hangunkban némi indulat.
Szavak vívnak véres harcot 
a szívem majd megszakad.
Az ütközetben most kicsit győztem,
de nem vagyok ezért túl vidám.
Szemedből már régen látom, hogy nem bírod tovább.

Minden egész összetört, és most nem tudom mi lesz.
Holnap talán újra élünk, de túl nagy a csend...
...ami lelkünkben lett.

Nem szólsz semmit csak nézel némán,
Ez zavarba ejtő nem vitás.
Szemedből most tényleg látom, 
hogy nem is figyelsz már rám. 
Ülök újra az asztal mellett, 
egyedül vagyok, s egy gonolat,
hogy egyszer talán kicsit győztem
ez emléknek megmarad.

Minden egész összetört, és most nem tudom mi lesz.
Holnap talán újra élünk, de túl nagy a csend...
...ami lelkünkben lett.

Minden eltörött / Everithing whole has shatteref

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Check out the original: https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/giving-and-taking-90-bpm
Lyrics:
Giving And Taking
Cloud Stepping
(Chorus)
Life is relative, to the one that’s living it
Inside outlook, to giving and taking it
Experience god’s works, all senses
We were given just a little bit
We couldn’t handle it all 
the few we have can nearly fit
the few we have can nearly fit

(Verse1)
If we knew it all, and all, and all
Then nothing would matter
It’s all a puzzle to be solved
We have always been the answer
The plan of god without reward
Evolves in different ways
We are all awake in different dreams
To let the devil play

(Verse2)
Who amongst us hear the screams
Of millions of lives lost, 
and don’t look on it as savagery
And wonder what’s the cost
What’s the worth, and what’s the cost
Are we listening or not
Are we listening or not

(Chorus)
Life is relative, to the one that’s living it
Inside outlook, to giving and taking it
Experience god’s works, all senses
We were given just a little bit
We couldn’t handle it all 
the few we have can nearly fit
the few we have can nearly fit

Giving And Taking  Vox 90 BPM

Silence By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

Time to get satirical with the US political dystopia, or maybe I'm just a  little touchy after all the threats to Canada, both political and economic (not pondering the military  threat to allies)
Sorry if this is offensive to any US-based listeners. Sorry, not sorry ;)

Track 2 from a new 2025 collection of ideas called FRINGE found at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

 Lyrics:
They've all come around on bended knee
Kissing the a-a-a-ass of a once and future king
They fought a war to get rid of a crown
Only to give it away to an autocratic clown
(how come you misjudge me so...

Pick on immigrants, round them all up
Doesn't matter if they're the ones who fill your shops
With all the merchandise and food that you just can't ignore
So you haul them off to a foreign shore - a foreign shore -a foreign
(how come you misjudge me x2   ...so...)

I take a little salt, not on the tail
I like my golden jets, like my foreign jails
I talk of the land, the land of the "free"
Whatever you've got, just give it to me


How did you misjudge me (x3)
I am the claw, in the white flabby hand
(how could you misjudge me (x2)
Autocratic clown (x3)

* samples... "I am Oz, the great and powerful, who are you?", "I could shoot somebody on Fifth Ave..", "China has total respect for Donald Trump and  for Donald Trump's very, very large uh, brain"

Note: No salt on the tail - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salting_a_bird%27s_tail

Wigmore: music, production, main lyrics and vocals
Allen: additional vocals and lyrics, bass, guitars

Autocratic Clown

I would like to introduce my son, Joseph, who indulged his dad and did a fabulous job of filling out the end of this short tune with some wonderful guitar soloing on the outro. Even though he has only been playing for a few years, he is miles ahead of where I was at his age as a musician. I couldn't be prouder, and I know that my dad is looking down and smiling, as he played piano and wrote music. I hope this is the first of many!  
May we present:  As an example.

As An Example

SUCH IS LIFE
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2025 AB Music

V1
IT'S ANOTHER ECLIPSE OF THE CITY
SOUNDS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN AWAY
S S SAILING AWAY
WHEN I FLOTE INTO YOUR EYE'S
LOOK'S LIKE YOUR FAR AWAY
THERE TO STAY
(CHORUS)
IT'S ALRIGHT, YOU'LL BE FINE
GET OFF THE GROUND, TO TAKE MY HAND
AND FALL AGAIN, TO FALL AGAIN
WE CAN HIDE AND TRY TO DEFINE
SUCH IS LIFE
V2
WE ALL LIVE IN THE CRIME OF THE FUTURE
FEELS LIKE THE END OF TIME
REALING AWAY
NOW YOU'VE SLID INTO THIS STYLE
IT'S NOT THAT YOU HAD TO STAY
I'M HERE TO SAY
(CHORUS)
IT'S ALRIGHT, YOU'LL BE FINE
GET OFF THE GROUND, TO TAKE MY HAND
AND FALL AGAIN, TO FALL AGAIN
WE CAN HIDE AND TRY TO DEFINE
SUCH IS LIFE
(BREAK)
(CHORUS)
END

SUCH IS LIFE

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:

Salt air
Land locked shore
Clipped hair
Clipped hair
Dusting the floor

When the reason's her
When the season's here
Not stuck anymore 
When the reason's her

Going stir
The voice of an Age
Cut off
At the fur
At the fur
Red apple rage

Windowless her
Windowless her
Nausea I could not 
assuage

Tongue tied blur
Tongue tied blue
At the hopelessness
of the page
All the hope I have/hold 
of you

Windowless her
Windowless her
            April 24, 2025

Windowless Her

maybe it's just me, but the end of summer has always felt like someone suddenly flipped a switch and changed everything overnight. the light, the air, the mood, everything. of course, there's this spectacularly beautiful transition called indian summer in canada and north america, and simply "herbst" here. but the beginning of this magnificent end always feels abrupt to me. recently, it happened again. just like when I was a child, I felt a sense of melancholy, as if it were a permanent farewell. maybe for it will actually be that way. someday.

anyway, in 1981, I had the bizarre idea of writing a musical. I was attracted by the complex challenge. but, above all, it was because I had always been immensely impressed by the musicals of the 60s and 70s: just freaking divine melodies, usually too dramatic, playful and operetta-like for radio.

I got started and wrote a musical about mice (while in london someone way more talented was creating one about cats;-) of course, autumn had to play a role, with all the feelings I associate with it, which I also attribute to mice. scene: two mice sitting together, watching a beautiful sunset, one of them starts singing and dancing.

over the past 40 years, I have reinterpreted the theme of this special part countless times (just example in the case of massive curiosity: ( https://youtu.be/az0T2Uzkgk0?si=QLOK4hJ5i5GcsDbr ), but it has only now become a song with the vocals written once.

I’d also like to share the very first sketch on the subject, once recorded in my band's rehearsal room with a working text. we shared the room with a keyboardist with an unimaginable amount of money. this allowed him to afford things I secretly used for this recording: a brand-new wonder machine called the teac tascam portastudio 244 80s 4 track multitrack cassette tape recorder!!! a yamaha cp 70 grand piano!!! a korg cx-3 organ!!! and a roland tr-808 rhythm composer!!! absolutely insane!!! the rest is my “voice” and, of course, the strat.

And since I’m already at it, I created a template-free hip hop interpretation of the lyrics that more closely reflects my current mood, which is certainly age-related;-)

©music and lyrics written by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover and vocal performance by suno 4.5+

One last warm ray of sunlight.
reflected in the leaves' dance.
A flock of birds flies away.
A sky full of differences.

Nothing blooms or sparkles in the air anymore.
Only the weary scent of farewell.
Of all the strength that once was.
Now, only memories remain.

A quiet dying, piece by piece.
Looking forward, we look back.
To everything light and carefree,
that returned every morning.

as if nothing was ever too late.
Because time turns in circles.
in a boundless world,
where nothing lasts forever.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?

Colourful and enchantingly beautiful to this day.
A play of colours, no farewell.
One last warm ray of sunshine.
There won't be another one.

There won't be another one.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?


Spürst du das auch? (Musical Version)

As if in Dreams

This track is available for purchase on Bandcamp at:
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/track/valley-of-the-drums
All money will go to She's Excited to support her art. 

Almost every song I post started ages ago. I remember writing the lyrics to this song in the gym I go to during summer vacation. Good times. The lyrics were initially inspired by my family's continual attempt to live consciously to better the planet and better our personal health. I pretty much don't buy anything, so that is one way I help, lol. Gotta try to leave the spirit and the planet better than when we came. When doing some further research on the topic I learned about the valley of the drums. You can read a little about it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valley_of_the_Drums

I love collaborating on music. This is one of the reasons why I still primarily engage with SoundCloud. The other reason I am still pretty much only here is I love this community. You all are the best. I would miss you all too much. Thanks Anne and Russ for making lots of music with me. I love working with both of you. 

Music, Lyrics, Vocals & Production: She's Excited
https://soundcloud.com/she-s-excited
https://she-s-excited.bandcamp.com
Lyrics & Vocals: the Couch King
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Mix and Master: Russ Sinfield
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Lyrics:

We're all living in the valley
Of the drums

Detox 
This worlds gone to plastic
Get it in a box
My liver in a casket 
Off gassing 
We're locking up the gasses 
Consuming 
It's all going to waste

We're all living in the valley
Of the drums

Formaldehyde yeayea
We're soaking it up
Yeayea, Yea, Yea
Polyurethane foam 
We're soaking it up
Yeayea, Yea, Yea
Phthalates, yeayea yeayea
We're soaking it up 
Triphenyl phosphate, yea
We're soaking it up
Yeayea, Yea, Yea

Detox to retox 
Retox to detox
Retox and retox 
Detox to detox 

Now your Energy efficiency 
Is 
Slowly killing me 
I
Turned my house green 
But 
The green house effect is all we're seeing
Brainwashing 
Off gassing
It's that new car smell were inhaling 
Dying 
Slowly from the lies they are selling 
Manufacturing 
Cheap Artificial ways of living 
We no longer know what we're breathing
Inhaling 
Genetically modified ingesting 
It's the new American sickening 

Run, run, run, run, run

Cars are running
Slice of heaven
ACs are running
247
Your nose is running
Burning eyes
Isn't it funny that we're running out of time
Fuel, air, water, sand, land

Top dog's cunning
Minister's cunning
Senator's cunning
Yeah, their cheekiness is stunning
We're running out of time
Fuel, air, water, sand, land

We're all living in the valley
Of the drums

We need a purification ritual

Volatile organic compounds

She's Excited, Russ Sinfield & the Couch King - Valley of the Drums

170 year old Rock artist

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Another Groove created on the MPC Live with a couple of layers and arranged pieces....A delightful sample from the Splice collection rounded it off.
Music and Instruments - Reinhard Gleisner
07.08.2019 - Edit: Cleaned up the mix a little!

Electric R - Circuit Grooves

Not Regular Filth

"Like i Care" - Music from Helmet's Aftertaste album.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPdu4zFaELI

Like I Care - Helmet cover

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

No siempre he estado aquí (Soy imperfecto)

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170 year old Rock artist

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