It's a one shot dearly precious thing
To be alive.


So glad to be here
Whole and sound
So glad I can be
Still around

I don't need your church or creed
To get me by
I don't need no alcohol or pills
To get me high

I don't need to fight with you
I don't need a gun
I'm doing what I was born to do
I'm having fun

I'm high on life

I don't need negativity
Don't drag me down
I'm the king of my own life
Don't steal my crown

Eyes wide open,high on life
That's when I thrive
It's a one shot dearly precious thing
To be alive

So glad to be here
Whole and sound
So glad I can be
Still around

I'm high on life

High On Life

Video!! -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_GX3aBPoYg

Originally composed by Mani Matter ---> https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mani_Matter

Hazel & the Hoffs...

... on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@HazelandtheHoffs
... on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/hazelandthehoffs.band/
... on the web: https://hazelandthehoffs.wixsite.com/home

... are: Fatos Drbaci, g; Florian Lüthi, keys; Markus Neckermann, dr; Renata Giannini, vox; Reto Kaspar, b.

Book us in and around Switzerland! -- https://hazelandthehoffs.wixsite.com/home

Demo recorded, mixed and mastered by Sigi Nikitscher. Video shot and produced by Ron Sumners.

Hemmige - Hazel & the Hoffs play Mani Matter

Dive into the explosive depths of "Alchemical [Inferno]," a heavy metal anthem that fuses blistering instrumentals with haunting historical echoes. Featuring visceral guitar riffs and thunderous drums, Jason Langvee delivers a relentless sonic assault that captures the chaos and urgency of our modern age.

The track weaves in powerful recordings of Reagan, Bush Jr., Obama, and Trump, each politician’s voice cutting through the fray with urgent pleas to confront the looming threat of nuclear warfare. These stark reminders of our past collide with Langvee's raw energy, creating a chilling tapestry of sound that challenges listeners to reflect on the fragility of peace.

As the song builds to a cataclysmic crescendo, it serves as a clarion call—urging us to confront the "Alchemical Inferno" of our choices and the volatile path we tread. With its mix of historical gravity and unrelenting metal fury, this track is a poignant exploration of power, fear, and the quest for redemption in a world on the brink.

Alchemical [Inferno]

Full of imperfections.
To all piano (and music) teachers.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2024)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, November 28

Song for Sonni

Secrets of Bermuda

Le ballon rouge  🎈 (Version instrumentale).

une petite valse... so frenchy 😁

Écouter Le ballon rouge (version finale)
https://on.soundcloud.com/u2WXDLxERf9GG8CaWu

Le ballon rouge (instrumental version)

Living life

// Original vocals Abbie Woodrush
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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There were shadows on the sundial,  
Growing longer every spring,  
Tiny boots by the doorway,  
Now quiet like a bird with folded wings.  
Echoes of their laughter  
Still sleep in the floorboards deep,  
But the clocks keep steady breathing,  
And the roots don’t beg the leaves to keep.

They are feathers in the wind,  
Drawn by skies they’ve never known,  
Not ours to hold, only to begin,  
Now they find the breeze alone.  
We were shelters, we were songs,  
Now we hum them from afar,  
Guiding by the dimming light  
Of a once-familiar star.

There’s a coat left on the railing,  
And a name etched in the frost,  
Pages turned in quiet silence  
Where no stories have been lost.  
The door still opens softly,  
Though no footsteps follow through,  
Even absence has its colour,  
And the silence carries you.

They are feathers in the wind,  
Drawn by skies they’ve never known,  
Not ours to hold, only to begin,  
Now they find the breeze alone.  
We were shelters, we were songs,  
Now we hum them from afar,  
Guiding by the dimming light  
Of a once-familiar star.

Let the sky be wide and patient,  
Let the maps remain unread,  
Let the night be kind and quiet  
When they rest their growing heads.

They are feathers in the wind,  
And the wind must let them go.  
We were earth beneath their wings,  
Now we’re just the place they know.  
We were shelters, we were songs,  
Now we hum them from afar,  
Still their names are stitched in sky  
Like a slow, returning star.

Feathers in the Wind (Feat. Abbie Woodrush)

I’ve got no time
For acting
I’ve got no time
For being fooled
The only one
I do have time for
Is only you
Yeah, only you
I don’t care
The time of day
You’re always welcome
You’re welcome to stay
We spend time in nature
Whenever you
Come this way
And I must say
You brighten up
You brighten up my day
And also my night
You chase away
The heaviness
With the light
Of your spirit
The light of
Your soul
And I hate to see
You leave
Whenever you go
But even then
Yeah, even so
One thing’s important
There’s one thing
I know
You’ll be back
One day
And lift my spirit
And elevate my soul
©2025 wr heustis

Be Back

This is the very first song I sang with my friends at Cowboy Cadence. I wrote it because of someone very special to me, named Kathy Trevelyan had inspired me to write it.

The song is called “In the Quiet Room.” Sometimes, when I feel sad or hurt, it’s like I’m sitting all alone in a quiet room. I wanted to write a song about how that feels—like when you’re sad and don’t know what to say, or when you feel like nobody can see you.

But the song isn’t just about being sad. It’s also about being brave, even just a little bit! As the song goes on, I try to show how I start to feel a tiny bit better—maybe by saying “no” when something isn’t right, or by letting myself cry if I need to. That’s how I learn to trust myself and remember that I’m not all alone.

At the end of the song, I make a promise to myself, and to you!, that I can let love and happiness come back into my heart, even if I still feel a little sad sometimes. The song is a gentle hug, reminding you that it’s okay to feel quiet or sad, and that you are never really alone. Even if your voice is soft, it’s still important, and people want to hear you.

Verse 1:
In the quiet room, I hold my breath,
Shadows dance along the wall.
My voice is just a memory—
I’m afraid to speak at all.

I fold myself into the silence,
Hide my heart beneath my sleeve.
The world is too heavy,
And I find it hard to breathe.

Pre-Chorus:
There’s a sadness in the mirror,
Eyes too tired to cry,
I pretend I’m made of stone,
But inside, I ask why.

Chorus:
But a whisper in the darkness
Says, “You’re not alone.”
I gather up the pieces,
And carry myself home.

I let a single tear fall,
I let my shoulders shake—
I speak my name into the night,
And let the sadness break.

Verse 2:
The first “no” is barely spoken,
My lips tremble with the sound,
But every truth I whisper
Plants hope in barren ground.

Bridge:
I am not just what I’ve suffered,
I am more than every scar.
I am quiet, I am gentle,
I am learning who you are.

Final Chorus:
And every dawn is softer now,
The darkness starts to fade.
I open up my window,
Let the light find where I’ve prayed.

I hold my own reflection,
Forgiving all I’ve been—
In the quiet room, I promise:
I will let love in.

OUTRO:

In the quiet room,
I let love in...
I let love in...
I let love in...

From Fear To Love

In The Quiet Room

I fell in love, it was a rush for me, then fell apart quite spectacularly.  It would be good to find out  where I go wrong, Does somebody know?

Does Somebody Know

Solo artist/producer from Swindon, UK - dabbling in sounds while others sing. No idea what I’m doing 😉. Love to all who listen, comment, and repost! x
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イギリス、スウィンドン出身のソロアーティスト／プロデューサー。他の人が歌っている間に音作りをしています。何をやっているか全く分かりません😉。聴いてくださって、コメントしてくださって、リポストしてくださる皆さん、本当にありがとうございます！x
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日本のリスナーの皆さん、本当にありがとうございます。毎回の配信に本当に感謝しています！