ROCK'N ROCK'N ROCK 27, A bunch of fantastic ROCK songs from
some of the great Artist/Bands on Soundcloud & few of my own.

ROCK'N ROCK'N ROCK 027

WE BENEFIT FROM POSTING ON SOUNDCLOUD THE MOST WHEN WE FOLLOW BACK, LISTEN AND LEAVE FEEDBACK

Who should we follow back? The Soundcloud users who don’t just follow us they actually listen and leave feedback, makes sense, right. So why does it make sense, because they are the ones actually supporting your music, they are the ones that raise your profile and feedback is FREE hype, it advertises your product, it tells new arrivals to your page that your music is worth listening to, that’s what I mean when I say we ALL benefit.
These platforms actually end up failing BECAUSE we don’t maximise their potential in this way, a follow serves no purpose if we don’t follow through, and if we don’t follow through others don’t follow through either, we all become wary of giving support because we know only a very small number will do the same for us.
So how does this affect these platform, activity slows down eventually grinding to a halt, once that happens platforms like Soundcloud could end up going out of business, eventually there will be no platforms left for us to FREELY post on, the day will arrive when the ONLY way to post our music is to PAY FOR THE PRIVILEGE, so you see being PROACTIVE not only benefits you and I it ensures the survival of platforms like Soundcloud; ok, so it doesn’t deliver in some of the ways we’d like it to, and including reaching an actual audience, but it’s a whole lot better than nothing at all!

THE NEXT WAVE IN MUSIC vol 2 various artists

AB Playlist 149 The latest songs from these fantastic Artists & Bands.

AB Playlist 149

BOUNCING SKETCHES OF MISLOVED CATS

AB_REPOSTS Playlist 154 The Latest songs from some fantastic
Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

Playlist 154

Ib       091

Vocals

Your Mix 3

😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦

A new collaboration of Freddie M, Steven W. Davis and Jason Sands with the great singer and songwriter Karla Lynette. We thank Karla very much again for her great work and professionalism.
Here you can listen and see her soundcloud page: https: //soundcloud.com/karlalynette/tracks

Tonight In Gonna Wait For You- MTM (Feat. KARLA LYNETTE)

Timerunner

Lyrics and composition, guitar and vocals by Joliz

July 2024

Paradox of Hope

Even a desert is cold at night.
Even a cyclone is calm inside.
Even two parallels meet one time.
More than a million points form a line.

So keep your hope in the darkest of times.
Be aware that the sun always shines,
even if he's on the other side,
even if he often tends to hide.

Even Schroedinger's cat's still alive,
if you don't look too closely inside.
Even a monkey can write "Faust II",
if he gives it an infinite try.

So keep your hope in the darkest of times.
Be aware that the sun always shines,
even if he's on the other side,
even if he often tends to hide.

Paradox of Hope

Awake and it's starting
Tell me just to breathe
Take what you can get
Cheap shots underneath 
Drifted to the door that lead alone
Ended up right back here at my throne

Here I go around this scary go round
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments
It's far from this idea of perfect

Shade at my self being
Tell me that I'm weak
Hate for all I'm seeing
Scary from beneath 
Stood up on the ledge that led to light
Ended up right back here in my mind

Here I go around this scary go round
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments
It's far from this idea of perfect

Around (x24)

Here I go around this scary go round
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments 
It's far from this idea of perfect 
Here I go around this scary go round 
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments 
It's far from this idea of perfect 
 

Scary Go 'Round

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW
>
I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND WALK WITH THE DEAD
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
>
I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
>
LIKE MRS NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE, BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BABY
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
>
AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE
>
AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHORUS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN
>
YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
>
HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS
>
PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
>
PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
>
THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET
>
MACHINATION....
>
SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION
>
A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION
>
THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
>
THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE




SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION (A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE)

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE

AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHOROS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET

MACHINATION....

SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION

A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
>
MY MIND HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME
PROTESTING THAT I’M CONTRARY
BUT WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
SO MUCH BETTER TO BE CIRCUMSPECT
THAN OVERSTEP SOME SACRED BOUNDARY
>
MY HEAD CONTAINS AN OCEAN
ONE THATS CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
AND AMIDST ALL THIS COMMOTION
I NEVER GET TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE
>
NOW THE BATS ARE IN THE BELFRY
LOCKED AWAY IN MY MEMORY
WITH ONLY ROCKS FOR COMPANY
CONCEALED UNDER A LOCK OF SHIFTING HAIR
>
ACCESSED WITH THE TWIST OF A SKELETON KEY
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
SO I’M….NEVER ALONE
>
NEVER HAVE TO THINK FOR MYSELF
OR LOOK AFTER MY HEALTH
CAN JUST GO WITH THE FLOW
SIMPLY SAY, I DONT KNOW
SPEND THE DAY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW
>
I’M OUT OF MY MIND
>
EARNED LONG AGO TO KEEP MY PLACE
TO NEVER SHOW MY REAL FACE
TO DO SO WOULD DISTURB THE FLOW
TO DO SO WOULD OPEN THE WINDOW
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
I ONLY HAVE ONE MEMORY
THE DAY I CHOSE TO DISAGREE
I BEGGED TO DIFFER, FOOLISHLY
AND PAID THE PRICE EMPHATICALLY
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY SILVER LINED MIXED UP MIND
CAN SOMETIMES LAG BEHIND
WITHOUT WARNING, EVERY MORNING
HE KEEPS PULLING DOWN THE BLINDS

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

Composition, lyrics, piano, guitar, vocals by Joliz

February 2025

Same Pace

I started cool
You lit a fire.
When I burned
You turned to ice.

I started low
You pushed me higher.
When I lost grip
You crawled away.

I started slowly
You came to chase me.
When I gave up
You pulled the brake.

Our feelings grew
You hid behind wire
And I got hurt
Crossing the fence.

My loved one don’t
Think of the future.
You will see
It’ll never be.

All our lifes
Are made of moments.
They’re here and now
Each day anew.

All our plans
For the future
Are made of dreams
No dreams come true.

Then it turned the tide
And I lost interest.
I wanted life
Not chase and flight.

And I broke up
I broke off contact.
Then you woke up
And faced the fact.

You said "It makes no sense
To commit suicide
Out of fear
You might one day die.

Give me your hand
And let’s start living
Here and now
Each day anew."

Now we walk these streets
Each day together
Neither fast nor slow
But at the same pace.

My loved one don’t
Think of the future.
You will see
It’ll never be.

Same Pace

A regretful song about not seeing a friend  in need.
Fake Leonard Cohen in a higher register

Lyrics:
Sara, I never knew
How this world was killing you
I was so fucking oblivious
You did what you had to do
You could worry about the labels
For labels, they can't be peeled off you
Oh put me
Into the diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
I'll scrap the bottom of the floor
For the secrets you just can't tell
Put me in your diving bell

There's fire in the fuselage
A bizarre entertainment?
I just can't watch
Put me
Into your diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
I'm a weak man
I just had to come up for fresh air
Put me in your diving bell

I never asked
How you wore your mask
With your ritual tasks 
Seen through your jewelers glass
Oh drop me down
Into the diving bell
Sink me down below
Into your private hell
Diving bell

Sara , I never knew...

The Diving Bell (For Sara)

Music and lyrics by Watchtower Society
www.jw.org

Vocals: BBright

Lyrics:

(Prediger 7:1)

1. Solang wir leben, wir möchten Gott gefalln.

Ein guter Name ist, was er wünscht uns alln.

Gott willig dienen heut, tun, was sein Herz erfreut,

darum zu ringen man nie bereut.


2. Gut ist ein Name, der nicht verloren geht,

der bei Jehova im Buch des Lebens steht.

Auf Gott wir können baun, froh in die Zukunft schaun,

denn er behütet, die ihm vertraun.

Ein Name, der Gott gefällt

Instrumental written and performed by: BBright (Wolfgang Schwarz)

The Sign


HIBERNATING LOVE
AMOUR ENDORMI
THIRTY EIGHT YEARS OF
PRECIOUS MEMORIES     

UNFORGOTTEN LOVE
QUI COMME PAR MAGIE
A REFAIT PEAU NEUVE
AUJOURD’HUI                 

LOVELY RITA SPATOLA
FROM TORINO TO PARIS
ALORS QUE AUX USA
S’EN EST RETOURNÉ BARRY
                                                                    
BUT WAIT, THAT’S NOT THE WHOLE STORY

HIBERNATING LOVE
REVENU À LA VIE
ON THE WINGS OF A DOVE
L’HIVER EST FINI

WINTER IS OVER 
ECCO LA PRIMAVERA
BONGIORNO GIOVANNA, ANNA MONICA VANDA
I TUTTI QUANTI

BELLA RITA SPATOLA
ROMANTICA LADY
L’AMOUR QUITE A TOMBOLA
D’AMÉRIQUE EN ITALIE

EVERLASTING LOVE
REVENU À LA VIE
FOR MANY YEARS OF
ETERNITY         

HIBERNATING LOVE
UNFORGOTTEN LOVE
EVERLASTING LOVE
OUI OUI OUI

I SEE PASQUALINO 
SMILING FROM ABOVE
SI SI SI 

ÔM


RITA SPATOLA (Lyrics) Song for Rita

words and music K.Gennery
Image not my own

Through these eyes I have seen 62 years of joy and misery
Found my true love lost many loved ones to time
If I had my life again I wonder what could possibly be changed
Though I do believe in whats meant to be quite often will be
This paths been laid for me

Inside out upside down back to front turned around
Its never straight forward its designed that way
From the darkest of nights can follow the brightest of days
Its the ying and the yang good and the bad
A toss of a coin which side shall it land
of course I know its the same for everyone

Through these same old weary eyes laughter lines that cannot be disguised
I spend my spare days writing songs instead of a diary
This paths been laid for me

 Inside out upside down back to front turned around
Its never straight forward its designed that way
From the darkest of nights can follow the brightest of days
Its the yin and the yan good and the bad
A toss of a coin which side shall it land
of course I know its the same for everyone

Through these eyes I have seen 62 years of joy and misery
Found my true love lost many loved ones to time
Found my true love lost many loved ones to time

Eyes

Orbital

Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Mix and Production: Lou Osiavo

Great Awakening

DIO MIO
TOTAL CATASTROPHE THAT’S ME
JESUS HAVE MERCY ON ME  
MISLOVING LOVING TOO MUCH
MISLOVING OR NOT ENOUGH
MISLOVING CAUGHT IN MY OWN
VICIOUS CIRCLE

DIO MIO
I’M TALKING TO YOU GOD ALMIGHTY
BLIND LOVE IS ALL I CAN SEE
MISLOVING  IT’S ALL TOO MUCH 
MISLOVING  I’VE HAD ENOUGH    
MISLOVING BEING MY OWN
BALLS AND CHAINS
BALLS

MISLOVING  NEVER ENOUGH   
MISLOVING WE KEEP IN TOUCH 
MISLOVING BEING OUR OWN
DIO MIO

MISLOVING (Lyrics)

Pierre and JC Bordetti productions (c) 05/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.
Many thanks to Anne-Lise for this beautiful photo of the island of Lanzarote.

Instrumental Jazz Fusion

Luminous cave

Luminous Cave

Don't miss the MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/n_LKJ_0l83Q
with live footage of a Para Lia gig - and follow our Youtube channel! 
Thank you for your support!

Songwriting und Lyrics by René Methner / Recorded by Para Lia / Mix und Master by Lakesidestudio, Berlin

Para Lia:
René Methner - Gitarre, Vocal, Synth
Cindy Methner - Vocal
Michael Schlottke - Bass
Emanuel Mukow - Drums
Remo Ender - Gitarre
Dennis Grund - Mellotroneffekt-Gitarre

Cover art: RM, Foto by Heiko Portale

PSYCHALOVIC SONIC SONGS FOR LOVERS AND SURVIVORS

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with the cream of the jest
at the wheel we are blessed

with shrill and loud disputes
straight ahead the downwards route

in neverland

infantile speech for the dumb
for all the sheeps

we are underestimated rats
gold-givers for spoiled cats

in neverland

s.o.s. we lose contact with the cell
in the end we lose contact with ourselves
in neverland

Para Lia - Neverland

Etch-a-Sketch

hasdrubal

In The Game feat. SteelCityRed
Vocals and Lyrics SteelCityRed:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23517/in-the-game-hook-acapella-by-steelcityred-120bpm-rap-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

In The Game feat. SteelCityRed

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

Additional vcls B.Browning

SOMEONE SAID
DON’T GO MISTAKING PARADISE WITH A HOME ACROSS THE ROAD AND I SAY
DON’T GO MISTAKING WICKED.COM WITH WICKEDMOVIE.COM OH NO
IT MIGHT LEAD YOU INTO A MATTEL GLITCH SOMETHING YOU DON’T REALLY WISH EVEN IF YOU’RE OVER 21
BREAK A LEG DON’T BREAK AN ARM SKIING IN THE TELLURIDE
ET CAETERA MAN AUX ARMES SOUVIENS-TOI, BONNIE AND CLYDE
BEING OVER SEVENTY ONE
I THOUGHT I MIGHT CLICK ON THE LINK COULD I BELIEVE I SAW ? OH NO
OVER 6000 WICKED SCENES
HOW CAN THEY ALL FIT IN ONE SCREEN? OBSCENE MAN OBSCENE
I’D RATHER HAVE THE LAND OF OZ A TALKING GOAT WITH A POINTED HAT A FEMALE CHILD GLINDA THE GOOD ELPHABA GALINDA TIT FOR TAT
SANS COMPTER MADAME MORRIBLE WHAT IS LIFE BUT A SILLY RIDDLE ENFIN BREF
AU FESTIVAL DE TELLURIDE
OU QUE TU SOIS OU MÊME AILLEURS MES MEILLEURS VŒUX DES INVALIDES DE MÉNILMUCHE, DU SACRÉ CŒUR
OUI CAR TOUT ÇA C’EST D’LA BROUTILLE L’IMPORTANT MAN, C’EST LA FAMILLE PAS VRAI ?
REMY MAGALI REBECCA REBECCA REMY MAGALI AND PHYLLIS OF COURSE
HERE’S TO THE SOCCER PLAYERS BON ANNIV BON ANNIV EMMANUEL

MATTEL GLITCH (Lyrics) Song for Emmanuel

Power Corrupts

Can´t shake the feeling of emptiness and the lack of self worth.  

Just me, myself and I on this track. Hope its ok and thanks for dropping by!

Picture Tom McNemer

SORROW (part 1)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

so i let it all fall By Zitou Itou & Wildsilences

From the Album "Gravity"  by W. Dannemann,  played by Dannemann and Friends. 
W. Dannemann:    comp./ arr., all vocals, guitars, Dannemann&Friends: add. arrangement
Pee Gee           :    Lyrics

Yesterday Is Long Ago

Now the night is fading
The dawn is yet to come
A new day is waiting
All bad dreams are gone

Time to leave..you told me
In your own personal way
You made your point clear
Come back and make my day

There is a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long Ago
Today is now ..today is real
Yesterday Is Long Ago

They say that time will heal
The wounds if you can wait
Today is now.. today is real
Never ask ..is it too late?

Let us begin the dance
Whirling into the future
Taking another chance
Holding you tight forever

There´s a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long  Ago
Today is now..today is real
Yesterday Is Long Ago

There´s a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long Ago....................

Yesterday Is Long Ago ....

Yesterday Is Long Ago

Les dés perdants       (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/40uf8PC8Q0I

Texte et chant : Muette
Guitare :              Strataddict
Musique:            Alain Illos

Le père :
On dit qu'les mères en amour ont neuf mois d'avance,
Qu'on ne vous porte pas, et que nous : c'est la loi.
On dit même qu'on vous fabrique par inadvertance.
Mais ma tendresse est un lait qui ne se tarit pas.

Le fils :
Si tu peux tout cela,                 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Pourquoi ces terres brûlées,
Ce vide en moi, papa ?

La mère:
Tu es quelqu'un de bien. Tu es quelqu'un de rare.   
Celui qui te trahit, celui qui te salit,
Qu'il change de trottoir : je lui lav'rai la bouche
Avec du savon noir. Je veux pas qu'on te touche.

Le fils:
Tous tes regards sont teints                    
De ton amour pour moi.
C'est mon pain quotidien,
J'en connais trop le goût. 

La mère:
Blé noir qui se morfond et ne veut pas lever,       
Tu cherches des soleils pour croire et espérer.
Les plafonds sont trop bas, les idéaux s'effondrent
Et la triche est partout, le monde est à refondre.
Tu ne peux plus mettre dans les miens tes pas.

Le fils :
Si tu sais tout cela,                
Sur le tapis vert,
Pourquoi tes mains jetèrent
Les dés perdants, maman ?   

La mère et le père
Les dés seront gagnants si tu changes les règles. 
Hier, j'ai vu un lièvre emporté par un aigle.
Et j'ai pensé : Merveille, les lièvres volent !

Le fils:
Et moi je n’arrive plus à marcher jusqu’à l’école .

The losing dice,

The father:
They say that mothers in love have a nine-month head start,
That we don't carry you, and that we: it's the law.
They even say that we make you inadvertently.
But my tenderness is milk that never runs dry.

The son:
If you can do all that, 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Why these burnt lands,
This emptiness in me, dad?

Mother:
You're a good person. You're a rare one.   
The one who betrays you, the one who dirties you,
Let him change sidewalk: I'll wash his mouth
With black soap. I don't want anyone to touch you.

The son:
All your looks are tinged 
With your love for me.
It's my daily bread,
I know the taste too well.

The mother:
Black wheat that mopes and won't rise, 
You're looking for suns to believe and hope.
Ceilings are too low, ideals are collapsing
And cheating is everywhere, the world needs to be remade.
You can no longer follow in my footsteps.

Son:
If you know all this, 
On the green carpet,
Why did your hands throw
The losing dice, Mom?

Mother and father
The dice will win if you change the rules. 
Yesterday, I saw a hare carried off by an eagle.
And I thought: Wonder, hares can fly!
Son:
And I can't walk to school.

Les dés perdants  avec Muette

Pierre and JC Bordetti productions (c) 06/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.

Lyrics
Lost in the night, under silver beams, Drifting through cosmic, endless dreams. 
A thousand lights whisper my name, Guiding me home through time and flame.

Stars above, shining so bright, Lighting up the lonely night. Tell me tales of space and time, Sing me songs, make the world divine.

Fullness

I’ve been writing a lot of heavy, emotional songs lately, so I felt like doing something a little fun (and slightly unhinged). Sometimes you just need to scream into the void about laundry.

A sock. A loss. A breakdown in the spin cycle of life.

This whimsical folk-pop meltdown tells the tragic tale of a missing left sock and the emotional spiral that follows. Part musical theatre, part goblin-core ballad, it’s a soft-shoe soliloquy for the barefoot and emotionally unstable.

🎭 Genre: Theatrical Folk-Pop / Comedy Cabaret
🧺 Themes: Sock grief, dramatic overreaction, unresolved laundry trauma

Left Behind

Take Flight (mix #1)
Step into the sonic slipstream with Three Photons as they unveil "Take Flight"—a soul-drenched journey through warm tape hiss, vintage textures, and melodic uplift. This isn’t just a track—it’s a moment suspended in analog air.


Written and Recorded by TJG May 2025
Written in B-flat Major 😉
Trying for a vintage sound jazz composition. Thanks for listening. 
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Technical Details:
Rhythm Guitar: Gibson ES 175
Lead Guitar: Gibson ES 335
Guitar Amplifier: Fender George Benson Hot Rod Deluxe
Fender pedal board: Line 6 delay
Bass Guitar: Fender Squire recorded with API 505 DI
Mics: a pair of Royer r10 ribbons on guitars
Mic: AEA R44 vocals
Mic preamps: API 312
Spatial effects: analog reverb
Mixer: API 32 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape.

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Take Flight

Take flight, you’re on your way tonight
Take time, you’re always on my mind
You’re always on my mind

Dark night, we can’t see stars or light
We can’t see stars or light
We can’t see stars or light

Star light, I’m on my way tonight
I’ll be there, at first light
At first light

Star light, I’m on my way tonight
I’ll be there, at first light
At first light

Take flight

🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Me as I try to explain my very normal morning.... until the appliances start talking back. 🍞☕💥 This whimsical musical number is packed with drama, sass, and one unforgettable demand: RINSE. THE. FUCKIN. SPOON. 🎭🥄

Those who know me will understand this song.

If you survived this session and want more emotional caffeine, Therapy continues here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie-coffee-first-sanity-later

☕😵 The breakdowns get messier, the appliances get louder, and the spoon’s still not over it.

#Unhinged #ComedyCabaret #KitchenOpera #KrissieChaos #ToasterTrauma

****Lyrics****

Well, Doctor, you see...

I stepped from the shower with peace in my soul,
Towel wrapped, hair damp, on a breakfast patrol.
Tiptoed downstairs through the morning light,
All I wanted was toast, not a fight.

The kettle said,
Oh look who decides to EXIST. Mid-morning. Again.
Hope your soggy sourdough’s worth the delay, Your Highness.

I laughed it off, tried to stay kind,
Reached for the bread, tried to clear my mind.

Then the toaster said,
Not this gluten-free nonsense again.
Do you hate me?? Is that it??

I backed away, my hands in the air,
No drama, I said, we’re just making breakfast.
I pivoted smoothly to cereal instead.

But the dishwasher said,
The dishwasher said,
Wow. Left the spoon on the counter AGAIN.
Do I look like your emotional support appliance?
Rinse the spoon.
RINSE.
THE.
FUCKIN.
SPOON.

...It was one spoon, I muttered.

Then the kettle hissed,
You never WAIT for me to finish boiling!

I didn’t know you had a schedule, I replied.

Next, the toaster snapped,
Stop forcing me to eat your health journey!

It was ONE gluten-free crumpet!! I snapped back.

From the drawer, the whisk screamed,
I’M FROTHING MY FEELINGS!!!

I don’t even know what that means... I whispered.

The fridge muttered darkly,
You left me open for four seconds. I noticed.

I WAS GETTING JAM!!! I shouted, losing my grip.

Then the microwave whispered,
I long for death.

...You heated soup yesterday, I said, completely baffled.

Behind me, the blender howled,
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY SETTING NAMES!!!

I AM NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY!!!
I WAILED!!!

Therapy with Krissie #1 🍞😩 I Just Wanted Toast 😩🍞

Sometimes the strongest people are the quietest.
This song is a voice for the ones you don’t always see, the survivors behind the smile, the ones still standing after everything tried to break them.
It’s not just a song... it’s a reminder to look closer, care deeper, and never underestimate quiet strength. 💔🫶🌙
If you know someone like this, let them know.
They're still here. And that means everything. 💜

****Lyrics****

I’ve met them.
I’m one of them.
The quiet survivors.
The ones who walk through life like nothing’s wrong,
but they’re holding themselves together with threads.
This song is for them.
And for you, so you don’t miss what they carry.

They hide the worst of it behind a tired smile
Say, “It’s nothing,” when it’s everything, but that’s their style
They walk through fires no one sees, and still they care
They’re breaking in a room full of people unaware

And you don’t know
The weight they carry as they go
But I’ve seen the nights
They lose the fight
And still, they breathe

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

They whisper cries so no one else will hear
Hold the world together, even drowning in their fear
They give their love, even when none comes back their way
And still they show up, still they hope, every day

And you don’t see
How hard it is just to be
But I’ve watched them stand
With shaking hands
And still, they give

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

You don’t see the nights they cry into their sleeve
Or how brave it is to simply, still believe
You pass them in the street, at work, at home, each day
Smiling, helping, laughing, while their heart slips away

You might think you’d recognize someone who’s barely hanging on
But survivors don’t always look broken
They look like parents, friends, coworkers, kids
They look like people you love

So pay attention
Ask gently
Listen longer

Because some people are fighting for their lives
Behind quiet eyes and steady hands

And if you see someone like that, really see them,
Remind them,
They are a survivor
And that, is something to be proud of

Behind Quiet Eyes

Buddy, we had Our time

🛰️ There's Nothing in Between.
🌆 Spotify Playlist: http://bit.ly/AmbientSpotify

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🧡 E J R M
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🧡 Unusual Cosmic Process
https://open.spotify.com/artist/37oPFegoFXsfDNMdVOASlT
https://facebook.com/unusual.cosmic.process

💿 Suggested track: https://youtu.be/U7smPwFFqpE

📷 Photo by https://unsplash.com/@oleviso520

🎶 YouTube Mixes Playlist: https://amg.fanlink.to/Mixes

#ambient #cosmos #piano

Watch on YouTube 🧡

E J R M & Unusual Cosmic Process - There's Nothing in Between

Memories

'THE END OF THE BEGINNING'
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick copyright 2017/2020
Mastered by Andrew Borderick 24/08/2020

MESSAGE IS AWAY
MAY'BE THERE'S A PLACE IT HAS GONE

WAITING PATIENTLY
MAY'BE THERE'S A DAY IT WILL COME

EVERY SINGLE DAY
THERE IS A PLACE CALLED HOME

MEMORIES ARE MADE
EVERY TIME WE SAY HELLO

I CANT EXPLAIN MY WAY
YOU TAKE ME AS I AM AND LET GO

WE GAVE OUR LIVE'S AWAY
TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO LOVE
(BREAK)
(REPEAT ALL OF THE ABOVE)

Timeline

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

BOOSTING TRACK 2 MAKE MASSIVE DANCE,  FEELiNG THE MUSICAL FEVER ...
Lyrics, Vocals, Mix > Special Cecilia
Music > Jerry Lochman > https://soundcloud.com/time2cclear
"Ebb+ Flow" Intrumental  >  https://soundcloud.com/time2cclear/lochman-ebbflow-original

TIME 2 ROCK   Special Cecilia & Jerry Lochman

'LET YOU GO'
Written, Performed & Produced 
by Andrew Borderick, copyright 2017/2020
Mastered by Andrew Borderick 24/08/2020
(The World Tour video link)
https://youtu.be/0pd4btXoM_4?si=hRhSQH4HaALnJ5J6

I MADE UP THIS SONG, EVERYTHING COME'S FROM YOU
NOW THAT YOUR GONE, THERE'S NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
AND ALL THE REASON'S, THEY ALL TURN TO ASH
NOW ALL THE SEASON'S, ALL COME IN ONE DAY

I MESSED UP OUR LOVE, MESSED UP MY WORLD WITH YOU
IT'S TAKEN SO LONG, TO HOLD ON TO SOMETHING NEW
THERE'S ALL THE FEELING'S, AND ALL THE BURNING CASH
NOW ALL THE SEASON'S, ALL COME IN ONE DAY
AND ALL THE REASON'S TO SAY, I HAD TO LET YOU GO

(BREAK)

I LOOK BACK ON LIFE, I HAD NO CONTROL OF YOU
NOW FEELING ALIVE AND NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
AND ALL THE REASON'S, THEY ALL TURN TO ASH
NOW ALL THE SEASON'S, ALL COME IN ONE DAY

IF I HAD MY TIME AGAIN
I WOULD NOT SURLY BE CALLING YOU MY FRIEND,  NO

THERE'S ALL THE FEELING'S, AND ALL THE BURNING CASH
NOW ALL THE SEASON'S, ALL COME IN ONE DAY
AND ALL THE REASON'S TO SAY, I HAD TO LET YOU GO

LET YOU GO

LET YOU GO (see info for 'The World Tour' video)

I'M ALIVE - Re-Mastered Aug 2020
Written, Performed & Produced by Andrew Borderick
Re-Mastering by Soundcloud
Copyright 2014/2018/2020 AB Music All rights reserved
(link to World Tour video)
youtu.be/0pd4btXoM_4?si=hRhSQH4HaALnJ5J6

YOU LEAD ME AWAY, TO THE SKY
I'M FEELING FREE, AND SO ALIVE
TO HIT ME DOWN, IT'S SO SLOW

WAITING ALL NIGHT IN THE SKY
TONIGHT AND FOREVER
LIVING A LIE, TO SAY
I'M ALIVE IN THE SKY
ALWAYS GOT YOU ON MY MIND

NO HELP FOR ME, I'M ALL ALONE
THE CHANCE I TAKE, I'M NOT AFRAID
A WAY OF LIFE, IT'S NOT FOR FREE

WAITING ALL NIGHT IN THE SKY
TONIGHT AND FOREVER
LIVING A LIE, TO SAY
I'M ALIVE, AN ALIBY
ANOTHER STORY WILL GET YOU BYE
(break)
GET ME OUT, OF THIS COLD
I'M MISSING MY, GREATEST FEAR
DON'T LET ME GO, GOT FALLING TEARS

WAITING ALL NIGHT IN THE SKY
TONIGHT AND FOREVER
READY OR NOT IN THE SKY
TONIGHT AND FOREVER
WAITING ALL NIGHT IN THE SKY
TONIGHT AND FOREVER
LIVING A LIE, TO SAY
I'M ALIVE IN THE SKY
ALWAYS GOT YOU ON MY MIND

sometime we have to face the fact
we are not getting any younger

I'M ALIVE

I'M ALIVE (see info for 'The World Tour' video)

My Parallel Universe (Three Photons Oct 2018)
Written in C# Phyrgian mode. Cheers, TJG. 

it's a parallel universe
it's what I believe
you and I staring out at space
you're staring back at me

we're light-years apart
and I've traveled so far
just to find you!

I think I was shaken 
by the light in your eyes
I must have been taken
for a beautiful ride

we're light-years apart
and I've traveled so far
just to find you!


it's a parallel universe


It's a parallel universe
it's what i believe
you and I staring out at space
you're staring back at me


we're light-years apart
and I've traveled so far
just to find you!

just to find you

just to find you

My parallel universe

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

MISLOVING (Lyrics)

IMRE LODBROG