Love & Money

My Girl

Lipstick

Vicious Delicious

I Got A Feeling

T.REX Covers on the uke
1. Dandy In The Underworld
2. Interstellar Soul
3.Teen Riot Structure
4. Light Of Love
5. Dreamy Lady

Teenriotstructure

It's Just Us
Stephan Ruda

Music: Gene Stephan Ruda
Lyrics: Gene Stephan Ruda, Isabelle Sellem
copyright 2012 Mindful Minstrel. All Rights Reserved.

It's just us
In the still and darkness 3 a.m.
And though I lay alone we speak,
No matter that the planet's 'tween us,
It's just us.

It's justice
In the jail and starkness 3 a.m.
And our hands are palm to palm,
A message that's just between us,
It's just us.

It's a windless night when I blow a kiss,
Which takes it's flight with an eagle eye,
And sees beyond these tears I cry,
To land upon your lips.
It's just us.

It's just us.
When eagle wings brush vibrant skin,
Tear flight waters full lips
You raise your gaze to the depth of my eyes.
It's just us.

Across the sky souls communicate
A righteous bond, an outlaw wish,
To understand that souls can mate.
To know there is no wait
For justice.

It's just for us.
The encounter of our souls subsides.
It's the silence of our laws,
And faith in a just cause.
That's just for us.

It's Just Us

An album of original music composed and performed by Steven Hoffman and friends. All songs written by Steven Hoffman, except for Promise of the Open Road, written by Steven Hoffman and Allen Haeger. 

09 Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The Human Kind

You, you and me, we are
Not too far, the human kind.
More or less, in the sunshine.
Same hearts, lad or lass
Which we learned way back in class.
Did we forget, did we get a pass?
Shared the vision and the sound.
So then, what have we found?

Me, my land’s too dry, too wet.
Me, I’m a fish caught in a net.
Me, holy spirits’ ‘round my neck.
Me, I bow right down and then I peck.
Me, I make up my own mind.
Me, I barely have a dime.
Me, my house is made of sticks.
Me, I’m a quack, and I’m a witch.

And we, we are
Not too far, the human kind.
More or less of the same mind.
Tan or brown, straight or curled.
Stuff we learned, when we were schooled.
Have we lost essential truths?
Are we trees with the same roots?
Come, walk a mile in my boots…

Me, I wear a mask, and I play hard.
Me, the dogs they’re keeping guard.
Me, my house has many locks.
Me, inside my cardboard box.
Me, my days pass like they’re years.
Me, not making love, not shedding tears.
The children, family, nephews, nieces.
Scattered ‘round the world in pieces.

And we’re glad to pay a lavish sum
To live in this aquarium.
Buy and sell our shares, the bulls can run.
Are you having fun, yet?

And we, we are
Not too far, the human kind.
More or less of the same mind.
Social networked, the same hopes.
We’ve tied the knot, we’ve learned the ropes.
Is there something that we’ve missed?
Is there something that we’ve lost?
Multi-colored? Better times?
Where are we, me and you, sublime?

The Human Kind?
The Human Kind?
The Human Kind? (Multi-colored, better times)
The Human Kind? (Multi-colored, so sublime)


Translation/interpretation from "Des Hommes Pareils", Francis Cabrel.
Copyright Gene Stephan Ruda 2020. All rights reserved.



The Human Kind

Gene Stephan Ruda

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