Very good song Hans! A difficult subject ...Tyvärr samhället belyser inte den personliga kampen som människor som Violet måste uthärda i deras vardag...Tack för ditt bidrag Hans. Sköt om dig

Hangin by a thread, i thought of something someone said, then slipped beyond the pale to walk amongst the shadows of the pine.
The southern wind sublime upon my face, the tracks of tears erased, washed clean of any trace.
that leaves me to a tiny possibility of Grace.

A tiny possibility of grace.

an indie alternative rock tune about a girl called Violet and her struggles with mental illness and psychosis.
Sometimes life just plays games with your mind and you end up somewhere and dont really know how you got there. This is a song about what it feels like when that happens and the uncirtanty of life it self.

I have used both acoustic and electric guitars on this one and my new audient soundcard and I have to say that I'm very impressed with the final result!

The song was originally a singersongwriter piece, it still is only a few things happened in the studio which made it so much more interesting and this is the outcome of that #session 

hope you enjoy this track, much more music coming soon!!

Rain (Violet Talks To White Walls)

A Journal of Nonsense by Clay Young & Becky Coleman

Don't Call Me Stupid

She's Playing Games (Summer acoustic)

Dear Traveler

Made in #Ableton (July 2022)

Genre;
#Electronic
#Experimental
#Pop

Finding Ways

We Made Up

HORIZONS MEET THE SUN (G. Di Nunno)

Sleep deprived, lightning flash
With road rage gasoline
There's a
Quick phone check, swipe of thumb
A close call fright unseen.
Ohhh!

Safe from the grip of fate
Feel the chill 'cause you made it wait
Soon it all disappears
A tale to share with friends.

Mind your own, comes a spark
Full alert TNT
Seems there's 
Panic set, flight response
Should have left the hornets be!
Ohhh!

Call to the gods you know
Say the words and away they go
There back on solid ground
Walking away

Thus we move about and wonder what's to come
Keeping eyes ahead, horizons meet the sun.

Still it's hard to tell
Found some luck in a wishing well
Yeah, it brings the chills
Another day.

Can't explain it all; your number wasn't pulled
Go about in step--the reaper's never fooled. 
Thus we move about and wonder what's to come
Keeping eyes ahead, horizons meet the sun.

All content written and composed by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2023.

#1. Horizons Meet The Sun

Just Before Dawn
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Night is dark and deep (so deep)
The angels are asleep, so sweet (so sweet)

Coming through
Just before dawn, (here) 
the borderland, in between, 
awake and dream.

Strange it seems
Just before dawn, (now)
Silence embrace,
this place.

Angels sleep
Just before dawn, (and)
no one's here to cast
the demons away 
so they stay till dawn has come

Just Before Dawn

method: layering, understanding which kind of noise suits where
narration: what happens to characters in children‘s stories after the fairy-tale‘s told? to follow up on grimm‘s tale of two children lost in the woods, this soundscape drowns the first and the last poem of my kaleidoscope-cycle in apt kinds of noise. this static arises along the edges, ledges, margins and rims where the uncollected and recollected protrudes into the unknown. ah, the wind sings! 
image: copyright jo richter

headphones recommended

poem 1 (originally title: morvarid) /copyright jo richter:

All Gretchen‘s life
she had made haste
to catch up on
refractions of her youth,

yet all the scattered
crumbs of light only
led her deeper and
deeper into the dark:

The world‘s a forest -
she placed her bounty
on a tree stump – with
sugar-coated death
patiently waiting
for her to arrive.


poem 2 (original title: yeohanan) /copyright jo richter:

By and by, Hänsel lost sight
of everyone. His parents vanished
in the maze of their empty pantry.
His sister, he lost in the dark.
He then left the forest, simply,
and was shanghaied in a hustle.

Having crossed the equator
on numerous seas, he managed
to blindside the crew and be left behind
on some remote jungle island.

Blinded by the bright
southern sun, he lived on
in a kaleidoscope world, con-
fusing himself for light‘s shadow.

the static after the fairy-tale

lyrics

once upon a time I'd be elated 
to round up any critics of my health
I'd tongue tie them in rhymes deliberating
now I'm just a shadow of myself

and I'm sorry if my mind don't welcome change
with open arms I watched her just walk away
but sorry don't seem to hard a word to say

once upon a time my gun was loaded
worn love like a medal round my chest
but someplace down the line my mind castrated
considered Turing it upon myself

and I'm sorry if my mind don't welcome change
with open arms I watched her just walk away
but sorry don't seem to hard a word to say

I wandered patiently awaiting her return
but my footsteps fell short
I ran quite hopelessly up to the emergency
of the womb where once she lay

once upon a time when I was reeling
In so many fish for hours of feast
I never thought that famine would believe me
if out for her one day I'd have to reach

and I'm sorry if my mind don't welcome change
with open arms I watched her just walk away
but sorry don't seem too hard a word to say
 

cheers for stopping by and listening, always greatly appreciated 👍

Sorry

You can also find these and other song's on Spotify, Apple and other platforms as well as Soundcloud.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC03Ds7TOKv_gdY5e8ykBS4A

The Underclass Academy is multi-artist Hans Gustavsson's way of describing his own and others' existence in text and tones. After striving for most of his adult life not to feel alienated, 

Hans turned his perspective and instead embraced what had previously been an enemy and adversary in existence. As a result, his texts are not infrequently written from a socially critical perspective and with a focus on the tribulations and failures of the little person. 

But also those who steal, exploit and rule only for the purpose of self-improvement without any consideration of what kind of impact it leaves on others in their vicinity. As a musician, he continues to create a mixture of singersongwriter/rock with a variety of influences seasoned with impressions and different perspectives. 

Over the years, Hans Gustavsson has appeared on several published recordings, both as a band member and also as a solo artist. Other expressions are jewelry art in the form of rings and other things made of metal wire of various sizes and types that are joined according to the traditions and crafts of the "travelling people". 

These can be seen on twitter under the address @travelingrings where there is also a link in the bio to his main page on twitter with the address @uclassacademy Easiest way to search for his music on Youtube is to simply search for The Underclass Academy to reach his music channel! 

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Rain (Violet Talks To White Walls)

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