11.6% Whatcha drinking IPA or Belgium Quad/tripel? I prefer Belgium, IPA too hoppy for me, gives me bad cotton mouth. I guess with a gummy you're already going to have that haha.

I always smile here, you're right, 9.6 just wouldn't have worked. 11.6 percent is so much better, in every way! :)

Fredo’s Boat Ride

August Sunday

All You Give To Me

cascade sounds
along a mountain path -
the blistering heat

Kubota Shunko
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku558-cascade-sounds/

Cascade sounds: The Plava Voda (Blue Water) in Travnik, Bosnia, recorded in July 2024.

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Naviar Haiku 558

Plava Voda [NaviarHaiku558]

Written 11 years ago: recalls the days when music was vinyl only and a magical retreat from disabling matters of the heart


33 RPM NIRVANA

Flattened faces pressed up against the glass
It’s well known no-one needs to ask
People talking ‘bout how I’m feeling
If they were me yes they’d be reeling
They’d need time and recuperation
But at night I take up station
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away to 33 RPM Nirvana 

She’s a stranger that’s her right to choose
Who can blame her she don’t like old news
You might say she’s one go getter
And why did she not treat me better
I admit I loved her deeply
But right now I’m kind of sleepy
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana 

I’m pulling the curtains and switching it on
Watching the tone arm lower onto my black vinyl

Drifting away now the music is my river
Not analyzing I’m seeking separation
Through the mists of time I wander
What is life I’m bound to ponder
Gonna get to shrug my shoulders
Moving on and getting bolder
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana

33 RPM Nirvana

Norse, Nordic, or Scandinavian mythology, is the body of myths belonging to the North Germanic peoples, stemming from Old Norse religion and continuing after the Christianization of Scandinavia, and into the Nordic folklore of the modern period. 

Lyrics

Veiðikona ​(Huntress)
Know me as Huntress
Know me as winter, kalt veður ​(cold weather)
þekk mig sem Skaði ​(Know me as Skaði)
Heir of Thrymheimr

Over frosted fjords, through wolf-ridden valleys,
Djörf, öflugur og óbugandi ​(bold, powerful and unyielding)
whipped by vindur, gust, and gale we rally ​(wind)
Unflinching, fiercer than the Aesir gods
Við komum frá Ymi ​(We come from Ymir)
Blood of our blood

_________
Odin and Frea look down from their window in the heavens 
an illustration by Emil Doepler, 1905

Blood Of Our Blood

"Zombie" is a collaboration between me and German electronica producer @tna-sphere. We teamed up in 2007 to create some spooky Halloween soundtrack. It is part of my 3rd studio album "Event Horizon".
FYI: I'm re-uploading my whole discography.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production
@tna-sphere: composition, synthesizer, programming, production, lyrics, vocals

Cover design: @tna-sphere

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/atna-sphere

Zombie

Live Or Let Die (2023) Anthology CD1 Track 08

10/22/24 HUGE THANK you for the REPOSTING and SHARING!!!! I am SO VERY grateful!!!!
This song is track 5 off my album. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it.

© 2024 Lyrics And Music By Brenda Doss

I should be happy  
With all of my life
I should be satisfied 
But I’m not
Why do I carry 
The weight of the world on my back
Why should I care
When no one else does

I am a slave 
To the thoughts that I have
I need to change the world
With these tired hands 
Don’t turn me off 
Don’t turn me down
Don’t shut me in 
Don’t throw me out
And I might go crazy
But you might come around
       
At the backdoor 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the backdoor 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding
 
Should I worry
If it all goes to hell
Can I live my life in apathy
Like everybody else
Why am I here 
What can I change
These reckless times  
I’m not to blame
Isn’t anybody out there
Isn’t anyone afraid

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the backdoor 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding

I’m your disease
I’m  your despair
I’m like a flea
I’m in your hair
I’m breeding in your conscience
When you don’t want me there

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me yeah yeah yeah

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Cause I'm begging on my knees
At the backdoor 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are reaching

Debut

Back Door

A new composition

Lyrics:

Common people, don’t give in
We rise from ashes, we’ll begin again
They say we’re powerless, but they’re wrong
Together we’re mighty, we’ll prove we belong

Common people for what cause
Dreaming of a better life
We work so hard and play the game
But they still don’t know our names

Common people, feeling lost
In a world that’s cold and unkind
We'll keep on pushing through the pain
Hoping for happier times

Common people with weary hearts
Carry the weight of broken dreams
In shadows where our voices fade
Looking for light in grace redeemed

Common people, bruised but proud
We'll sing our song above the crowd
Though our journey’s hard and steep
In the end, it's the hope we keep

Common people, standing strong
In the struggle, we belong
Through the darkest nights, we fight
Holding on to dreams in the night

Common people for what cause
Common people for what cause
Common people for what cause

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk Copyright 2024

Common People for What Cause

Verse 1:
 Sitting here, stars shining bright, Thinking 'bout that summer night, Her laugh echoed through the pines, Oh, where did she go, that girl of mine?
Chorus:
 Where did she go, the love of my life? Left me here, in the quiet night,  memory, like a shadow in the moon's glow, Oh, where did she go? Where did she go?
Verse 2:
 The porch swing creaks, a lonely sound, Her voice used to be my favorite sound, Now it's just me and the fireflies, Wondering why, with tearful eyes.
Chorus:
 Where did she go, the love of my life? Left me here, in the quiet night, memory, like a shadow in the moon's glow, Oh, where did she go? Where did she go?
Bridge:
 The old oak tree, where we carved our names, A reminder of love that never stays the same, I call her name, the wind whispers low, Still I wonder, where did she go?
Chorus:
 Where did she go, the love of my life? Left me here, in the quiet night, memory, like a shadow in the moon's glow, Oh, where did she go? Where did she go?
Outro:
 the love of my life  Left me here, in the quiet night ? memory, like a shadow moon's glow,Oh,  Where did she go? Where did she go Where did she go

"Where Did She Go

YOU’RE THE SON OF A GUN AND A FATHER OF A SON 
I CAN TELL BY WHAT’S BEEN TOLD TO ME
LITTLE FRED IN HIS BED IS DREAMING OF A TREE
YOU ARE 40 YEARS AHEAD COS FRED IS ONLY THREE

CAN YOU BALANCE A PLATE ON THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD JAKE
SITTING ON A CORNFLAKE I HEARD YOU COULD DO SO 
CAN YOU HAVE A BIG BREAK WITH A VIDEO AD JAKE
AND MIME AMERICANA WITH YOUR BASEBALL HAT

A GHOST WRITER OR  A MUSE OH OH
WHO IS PAIGE SUPPOSED TO BE? 
FROM WHAT I READ IN THE NEWS OH OH
SHE COULD BE BOTH COULD’NT SHE?

JUST A WORD FOR JULIENNE WHO SEEMS A DEDICATED FRIEND
ET À TOUS LES GENS QUI T’AIMENT ET QUE TU AIMES AUSSI
ON RÉCOLTE CE QUE L’ON SÈME TOI TU AS SEMÉ DES AMIS
HENCE YOUR LIFE IS WHAT IS MEANT TO BE


GOULIES AND GHOSTIES AND LONG LEGGETY BEASTIES
THAT GO AND JUMP IN GEORGIA JAKE
I KNOW THAT’S WHAT YOU GO FOR THE AMERICANA LORE
NO WONDER SINCE YOUR FAMILY
WERE QUILTERS, FOLKLORISTS, PAINTERS, WINE MAKERS
ALL BEAUTIFUL DREAMERS
SOMEBODY TOLD ME SO
SO IN THE NAME OF ALL THE TURTLES IN THE WORLD
I WISH YOU MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY
HAPPY RETURNS
MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY
HAPPY RETURNS
HAPPY HAPPY
IT’S THE TREE OF LIFE
HAPPY RETURNS

HAPPY RETURNS (Lyrics) Song for Jake

Only very slightly evil hippy of the old tradition.

1 guy, strat, Yamaha acoustic. iPad. Inebriate supplies.

August Sunday

James Geer

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