Recorded and produced  
by greyshoes#music-berlin 
02/2023

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Published on Soundcloud
08/2024
Published on Bandcamp 
04/2024

Artwork by P. Werzlau 

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© All rights reserved

Time Pattern I Non Existent

listen in it's proper order at https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharingoper order at

The album coming soon to Bandcamp

stall instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said

you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

scalar fields pt 3, tensor yields  -- featuring Jo Richter

(Verse1)
Pull out the stops, it’s just the beginning 
Now let the beat dropped, 
If you’re here, then we’re winning 
didn’t change my aim —my name —
I-P-G-1,——-M-V-P still in the game 
ain’t no shame perfect storm 
On the cloud, let it rain, let it reign 
beyond the norm, splatter on the rooftops 
And flowing down the drain
some say i’m crazy, but you have been warned 
Born and bred to rep deep underground 

(Verse2)
acknowledge the name 
acknowledge the game 
acknowledge— the— pieces ain’t the same 
Fame—-nah never, but these rap bars, make me a rockstar 
shout it from the rooftop, Its all under par
underground, with top notch quality 
still goes far, on the path to Victory 
the winning team is always near the finish line
Pull out the stops, one standard refined 
deep end, different styles, different flow combined 
I’m jammin everywhere, come on read the sign-
Pull out the stops, these are wicked times

(Chorus)
pulled out the stops, pulled out the stops
Never fear, I take it as it comes. 
5-4-3-2——yeah, number 1, 
I-P-G in Forefront no I’m not done 
-Don’t matter where you come from
Come on get you some
Truth filled with facts, repping  underground
We won’t stop, or hold back
That’s a fact, so stay on track, 
pull the stops, got it like that
beat drop—————bars come off the top, 
——--Expressive with the style 
That’s a difference, why not? 
pulled the stops, 
pulled the stops

[Interlude]
Pull the stops-pull the stops
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Crazy shit!
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Jamming everywhere 
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Levels to it!

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Ain’t gonna stop, we’ll  just keep going 
paths been laid out highs and low-end 
stay motivated it’s a positive trend 
keep on Rollin, Switch it, flip the script.
Got the hip-hop groove, With soul in it
M-V-P so the track gets lit

Pull out the Stops

Pull Out the Stops

Foujita          ( translated after French Text )

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/wG4DmzweoTE

Texte :             Philippe J.  (@PhilippeJ.)
Chant :            Delphine     (@Ze Delph )
Musique : Alain Illos
e vous attends ici comme je vous sais là-bas
Et déjà de Paris si loin des embarras
Vous nous avez quittés mais vous n’avez pas fuit
Je vous sais étranger à tout ce qui ennuie
(Seulement) À tout ce qui ce qui ennuie
Foujita
Dans ce café maté ou s’entassent nos vies
Amère destiné qu’un passé déconfit
Je les vois défiler ces années, Ho chat oui !
Et si désemparée, je vous cherche, Dandy
Où sont passés Soutine et Modigliani ?
Que nous dit Picasso, loin de l’académie ?
Quand Zadkine est parti vivre aux États-Unis
Vous peignez loin d’ici mon portrait alangui
Mais moi je suis restée dans le vieux Montparnasse
Mon regard décalé s’embue et je me glace
Je voudrais présager votre retour en grâce
Léonard, Léonard, mon ami
Aussi je vous écrit Foujita aux traits fins
Aux blancs évaporés, aux gris évanescents
Et je m’évanouis lorsqu’en y repensant
Je fonds et me répands aux lits de vos glacis
Merci à vous Fuji, ô parure de mode
Homme déraciné, d’un monde qui désaccorde
Épris de liberté comme des anciens codes
Pour ce portrait léger, je vous le dis, merci

I wait for you here as I know you are there
And already so far from Paris and its troubles
You left us, but you did not flee
I know you are a stranger to everything that bores
(Only) to everything that bores
Foujita
In this dark café where our lives are crammed together
Bitter fate, a ruined past
I see those years go by, oh yes!
And so distraught, I search for you, Dandy
Where have Soutine and Modigliani gone?
What does Picasso tell us, far from the academy?
When Zadkine left to live in the United States
You paint my languid portrait far from here
But I stayed in old Montparnasse
My offbeat gaze clouds over and I freeze
I would like to predict your return to grace
Leonard, Leonard, my friend
So I write to you, Foujita, with fine lines
With evaporated whites and evanescent grays
And I faint when I think back
I melt and spread across the beds of your glazes
Thank you, Fuji, oh fashion adornment
Uprooted man, from a world out of tune
Enamored of freedom like the ancient codes
For this light portrait, I say to you, thank you

Foujita  avec Delphine

Smooth Sailing

zur Sommerzeit

My passion for music reaches its peak when I'm overcome with loneliness. My brain and emotions seem insignificant in the world. After a few days of feeling this way, I discover fragments of music. Over the course of two or three days, these fragments begin to form the whole picture of a song. When life is fulfilling, I can't even find the first fragments of a song.

If You Want to Make Music, Run Alone(328)

DESERT DESSERT 2

Blending into the coral reef

HUNDIDA EN EL AGUA

De tanto estar en el agua                         E-G#
Quizás no te ahogues en mi                    E-G#
Un corazón es un arma                             E-G#
Vacía hundida en el agua                         F#
Oxidada en el agua                                    F#
Y si dispara otra vez 
En que lugar morire
Dejar que sangre tu alma 
Vacía hundida en el agua 
Oxidada en el agua 
Desde ahí para mí...                            A-E-F#
Me vi escondido en las rocas 
Mientras buscabas el fin 
Tenías la boca roja 
Vacía hundida en el agua 
Oxidada en el agua 
Y nuestra sombra en la estrella 
Forma los rayos que vi 
Aunque algunos te dejan 
Vacía hundida en el agua 
Oxidada en el agua 
Desde ahí para mí...

HUNDIDA EN EL AGUA

LA RISA QUE YA NO ESTA

Siempre es asi,vas bajando
A pudrirte con los gusanos 
Esas cosas hoy no son en vano 
El sueño es un sueño amargo...

Ese reproche volvio a tu lugar
Y lo cambia hasta temblar 
Cabalga en la noche lunática 
La risa que ya no está 

La lluvia llegó para mojarnos 
Espero que no nos parta un rayo 
Las noches son cómo un milagro 
Nos llevarán sin pedir algo a cambio..

Ese reproche volvio a tu lugar 
Y lo cambia hasta temblar 
Cabalga en la noche lunática 
La risa que ya no está 

Intr. C-D-F7/ C-F/ Em-Am-C-F7

LA RISA QUE YA NO ESTA

Grey Shoes is 
 Peter Werzlau & Friends. 
Artist/musician,
 living and working 
 in Berlin.
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