Originally a poem which was written by my beloved one. I thought in return I would like to make a little song out of it, so this is my humble attempt.



Wie Sonnenlicht
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Morgen.
Flutest den Raum,
rüttelst mich sanft aus einem Traum,
bist der immer helle Impuls zum Erwachen.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Mittag.
Stehst im Zenit.
Und was auch immer geschieht,
Du bleibst der intensive Schein über meinem Schatten.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Abend,
das am Horizont noch schaut.
Entgleitest sanft meiner Haut
als ein warmer Strahl der Verlässlichkeit.

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.

Wie Sonnenlicht
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht bei Nacht,
vom Mond reflektiert.
Der wachende Schein, der mich flankiert,
auf dem Weg aus den dunkelsten Stunden.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.






Like sunlight
You are like  sunlight in the morning.
Flood the room,
gently shake me out of a dream,
you are the ever-bright impulse to awaken.
You are like  sunlight at noon.
You're at the zenith.
And whatever happens,
You remain the intense glow above my shadow.
You're like sunlight in the evening,
that still looks over the horizon.
Gently slipping away from my skin
as a warm ray of reliability.

Overnight until morning.

Overnight until morning.

Like sunlight
You're like sunlight at night,
reflected by the moon.
The watchful glow that flanks me,
on the way out of the darkest hours.
You're like the sunlight

Overnight until morning.

lyrics Maria Caroline Hutka

Wie Sonnenlicht

Emma McWalter @emmam-7 - Shiny Seaside Backing Vocals
Rick Medlock @rick-4-1 - Salty Drums and Percussion programming 
Phil McWalter @phil-mcwalter - The Other Arcade Stuff

French Fries

I’m standing on the seafront
Holding a cold metal rail
The sea is performing an acrobatic stunt
And rusting my chain mail

I could wipe my eyes
But I’m in disguise
Looking out for spies

The seagulls shine in lung darkness
Above me and below me
They’re pulling something dead apart down on the stones
That’s been dead for a while already

I don’t want no surprise
Just harmonise with
My unshared french fries

You can get a little closer to you
When you’re by yourself
You can get a little closer
If you stood in a book and looked out

I’m running flat out through the arcade
Throwing coins up into the lights
The traveller king spins around
"Kiss-me-quickly" hat on
But he doesn’t see my surprise

Now don’t act all wise
Like you know the franchise
You don’t like the cries
From the rooms where blood dries
You don’t like the cries
From the rooms where blood dries

Things that you said were taken for granted
But I realised they never were
All the bad things happen miles away
So what were you doing ‘round here
Things that you said were taken for granted
But I realised they never were
All the bad things happen miles away
So what were you doing ‘round here,
Today?

© Oct 2019 Phil McWalter

French Fries

you can't know what you want if you don't know what you have
to find someone to trust you must first trust yourself
if you are your own person.don't run with the crowd
then don't let talking heads put words into your mouth

you fear things that aren't real
hate people you don't know
you're surrounded by bounty but you're hungry all the time
you can't see the beauty
cause your dark soul's made you blind
turn off the internet and use your own mind

you can't know what you want....

if your priest or your iman is telling you to kill
is he talking as a man or expressing God's will
do you really think if you think this all through
that God wants you to kill someone that you never knew

you can't know what you want...

so look all around you
use your own eyes and ears
you have the strength within you
do do right without fear

trust yourself 2

Vision of a timeless space

You can watch a video clip of this music here: https://www.youtube.com/live/iIewllTLxm0
The story of cheerful driver Mauricio Babilonia and about his great love for Meme Buendia. About how a shotgun blast forever confined him to a hospital bed. About how Meme was forcibly taken overseas, to a distant mountain monastery, in whose damp and cold walls she was ordered to forget forever the bright image of her beloved - Mauricio Babilonia, a smiling guy, permanently surrounded by a cloud of fluttering yellow butterflies...

«Mauricio Babilonia» Op.16-06. (2014)

Intervention Steals Your Soul - Gothic Funk & AudioBake

A companion piece to "The McGills" and "The Preacher"...

My paternal grandmother, Frances McGill, was always a bit rebellious and rambunctious. As a child, she spent most of her time chasing adventures outdoors and survived a number of mishaps, including a life-threatening snake bite.

Following her mother's untimely death, she dropped out of school to get married. Her husband served in the military, then eventually became a minister. After 15 years of marriage, a son arrived (my father) and she dedicated her time to raising him. It was while raising him that she returned to school. She graduated from high school when he did, eventually going to college and graduating with a degree in Education.

Widowed at 50, she rebuilt her life and focused on teaching until she was in her 70s. By then, she’d been a nearly constant presence in our household. She was still a rebel in many ways (there are LOTS of stories!), but she had a deep, unstoppable faith that kept her going through the tough times.

When I think of her, I think of all the times we laughed together, but I also have wonderful memories of hanging out with her while she played the piano (or her Martin guitar) and sang songs. Her favorites included “Frankie & Johnny” and a variety of hymns. She’s been gone for almost 30 years now, but I think of her often. Her greatest legacy to her family includes her faith and the joy of music, which are the basis for this song. This piece is dedicated not only to her, but also to my mother and mother-in-law who left the same legacy.

Lyrics are not part of the recording but are included below:

Been so long, since we gathered ‘round the piano for a song or two,
There’s not a day that passes by when I don't think of you,
But someday things will change, and we will find some heavenly keys,
And we will sing, we will sing.

You lived your life honestly, it was hard, but you trusted the Lord,
Always there for your family, you showed them they were adored,
You sang through ev'ryday of life and when we're together again,
We will sing, we will sing.

We will sing, like we used to do, ‘round the piano, me and you,
We will sing, with our voices raised, full of hope and full of praise,
We'll sing, 'cause God is good and brought us through like He said He would,
We'll sing for the joy of being together again. Together again.

If you're listening and you don't believe there's a heavenly place,
That’s OK, it’s a leap of faith and it comes with amazing grace,
Someday I hope to find you there near a piano or guitar,
And we will sing, we will sing. We will sing, we will sing.
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Words & Music by Francess Harris.
All rights reserved.

We Will Sing

The Safetool Sessions

Touch

When pirates came to party Oh what a sight 
The stars above lit up the night 
Swords in the air A toast to the crew 
The treasure was laughter The gold was the brew

When pirates came to party

Sepia Howl

Empathy is all

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Empathy is all

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