Best Of. June 6

"I shut my eyes too hard, saw shapes and colors
I'm hoping the next time I close my eyes, I'll see another

World where you're here
Not a thousand miles away, this visual delay
I'll hold it close, I'll hold it here, I'll linger on it, your afterimage dear

I stared too long at a picture of you, saw you when I looked away
Now I won't blink not for a second, know you're here to stay
In this

World where you're here
Not a thousand miles away, this visual delay
I'll hold it close, I'll hold it here, I'll linger on it, your afterimage dear

In this world where you're here
Not a thousand miles away, this visual delay
I'll hold it close, I'll hold it here, I'll linger on it, your afterimage"

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Six Foot Blonde - Afterimage

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Easy, Going

In the shadows of Madrid, they came together—
the lost, the bruised, the brilliant misfits.
Not born criminals, but made by a world
that built walls too high and gave no ladders.

Verse 1

A man with glasses and a mind of fire—
El Profesor—he dreamed a revolution,
not with bullets, but with time, precision,
and a plan twenty years in the making.
To print hope, to mint resistance.
To make noise loud enough
for the forgotten to hear.

Verse 2

Berlin, dressed in fatal elegance,
dancing with death but always in rhythm.
Tokyo, a storm in red,
heartbroken and reckless, born to burn.

MainBridge

Nairobi, fierce and free,
her laughter carrying the dream.
Helsinki, gentle giant,
his heart stitched to a soldier’s frame.
Rio, still chasing the innocence he lost.
Denver, wild laugh masking old scars.
And Stockholm—proof that love
can bloom even in captivity.

Verse 3
Lisbon, the cop turned rebel,
drawn by truth, not lies—
falling not just for the man,
but for the cause,
for Sergio, the Robin Hood of Spain.

Verse 4

They wore masks, not to hide,
but to reveal the face of every soul
the world cast aside.
Dali grinned, red suits burned bright,
and Plan B was always ready.
They weren’t just stealing money—
they were stealing back time,
freedom, and the right to dream.

Outro

For every no one.
For every never.
For every rebel who’s still waiting
for their moment to rise.

“The Plan” (Inspired by La Casa de Papel/ Money Heist).     Lyrics in description

Verse 1
In the dust of broken silence, Gaza breathes a prayer,
From a rooftop under twilight, he finds his station there.
Steel and shadow in his fingers, mission cold and clear,
But the scope reveals a cradle, and a child drawing near.

Verse 2
He remembers little sandals by the front door back at home,
Five young voices on the staircase, where his spirit used to roam.
He left kisses on their foreheads, said he’d guard them through the storm,
But no briefing trains the heartbeat when the target looks so warm.

Chorus
And he sees her—
Running, laughing, hands like wings against the wind,
Not a threat, not a fighter, just a life that might have been.
In his eye, the glass goes misty, in his soul, the trigger stays—
He’s a sniper bound by orders, but a father walks away.

Verse 3
Midnight echoes from the radios, ghosts in every frame,
Coordinates and consequence, but none can speak her name.
He counts no glory in the silence, no honor in the aim,
When the line between the hunter and the hunted feels the same.

Bridge
His scope becomes a mirror—he sees his daughter’s face,
She could be beneath that keffiyeh, lost in some wrong place.
And no war cry, no command chain, no banner in the sky
Can harden what’s been softened by the lullabies gone by.

Final Chorus
So he sees her—
Not an enemy, not a number on a screen,
But a future that might flicker out for someone’s shattered dream.
He won’t speak of it in Tel Aviv, won’t say what he betrayed,
But tonight, a sniper faltered…
And a father walked away.

Through the crosshairs.   Lyrics in description

Intro
Midnight murmurs on the platform floor,
Keys in my case, heart wanting more.
She walked in like a whispered flame—
A ghost I never could name.

Verse 1
Fringe in her eyes, frost in her smile,
A German girl with Geneva style.
White skin like porcelain kissed by snow,
She spoke in silences only I know.

Verse 2
Every month, the sleeper swayed,
Through dusk and dawn, we gently played.
Hands like maps, we traced the night,
Learning bodies by candlelight.

Chorus
Where did you go, my northern star?
You vanished like steam from a windowed car.
No goodbye, no shattered cry,
Just a silence I can’t outdrive.

Verse 3
I waited, watched the numbers roll,
Each carriage passing stole my soul.
No footsteps, no flicker, no flare—
Just the ghost of you not there.

Bridge
Then came your letter, cold as glass:
Don’t come searching, let it pass.
But how do I forget your flame,
When every dream still speaks your name?

Outro
Now the train runs without a sound,
But in my mind, you’re always found.
A girl with eyes of Baltic blue—
The love I lost but never knew.

Sleeper to Hamburg.        Lyrics in description

Verse]
In the desert's hush where shadows creep
A cactus stands tall no need to weep
With spines like armor it guards its soul
Underneath the stars it feels whole

[Chorus]
Oh cactus king of the barren land
You thrive where no one understands
Through scorching sun and freezing night
You hold your ground in the fight

[Verse 2]
A lizard darts by to steal some shade
Beneath your arms a haven made
Your roots run deep in the sandy sea
A lesson in strength for you and me

[Chorus]
Oh cactus king of the barren land
You thrive where no one understands
Through scorching sun and freezing night
You hold your ground in the fight

[Bridge]
When rain does fall your flowers bloom
A splash of color in endless gloom
Your thorns they speak of trials endured
A silent story raw and pure

[Chorus]
Oh cactus king of the barren land
You thrive where no one understands
Through scorching sun and freezing night
You hold your ground in the fight

Cactus King (feat. Lenny O’Connor). Lyrics in description

Ocean Blue

[Verse 1]
First met you on the courthouse steps
You had a ticket for a car that was borrowed
You said "Take me to the firemen's ball
They'll forget about it by tomorrow"

[Verse 2]
We danced and you introduced me as your husband
It was just a little white lie
But I loved it
You said
"Let's go make it a little more true"
And we took off in a hurry
We got hitched and got it over
While the wedding bells were still ringin' in my ears

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

[Verse 3]
You brought me to your parents' house
You said
"Just play along for the weekend"
They had their questions and their doubts
But by the end
They were believing

[Verse 4]
We had fun
We put on a good show
I guess some people just get off on pretending
I could tell that your daddy didn't like me much
So I left
'cause it seemed like the right thing
It was just the one time
But I know how much it meant to you
And I hope I didn't mess it up too bad

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

Why me ?  Lyrics in description

Song and lyrics Intro . Heavily copyrighted

She had a laugh that lit the morning.
Now there’s silence in her room.
They say love can turn to madness…
But this — this was doom.

⸻

Verse 1

She covered bruises with a smile
Said, “He just drinks too much sometimes”
The neighbors turned their eyes away
As she rehearsed her careful lines

⸻

Verse 2

He said, “If I can’t have you, then no one will”
Possession twisted into pain
She ran, but shadows always chase
Now her name’s a candle in the rain

⸻

Chorus (powerful, rising with full grunge band)

Dark days, dark hearts
No more silence, no more scars
She was light, she was fire
Now she’s ashes and a choir
Dark days… and we’re still blind.

Bridge

Raised with sisters, taught to care
How did we end up drowning here?
Where men confuse love with control
And no one fights to save her soul 

Outro

We rage, we scream, we burn the night
This ends today, we rise, we fight!

Dark Days,Girls.  With lyrics in description

Chapter 239 of 266

Enter the enigmatic world of "TAFFETA," a musical tapestry woven from the threads of dreams and tragedy. Born from a single night of profound dreaming, this ambitious project embarks on an exploration of the human psyche through the language of instrumental music.

This is a five-year project, comprising of what will eventually end at 266 chapters, each is a standalone piece of sonic artistry, "TAFFETA" unfolds like a novel, with each composition serving as a chapter in a larger narrative. Crafted with meticulous care and creative fervor, every piece is birthed within the span of a week, capturing the essence of inspiration in its purest form.

But "TAFFETA" is more than just a collection of songs; it's a journey of the soul. Set against the backdrop of loss and longing, the project follows the story of a woman who slips into a coma following the untimely death of her husband. Through the evocative power of music, listeners are transported into her world, where emotions ebb and flow like the tides of a restless sea.

Week by week, each chapter of "TAFFETA" unfolds on SoundCloud, inviting audiences to immerse themselves in its haunting beauty. From cinematic compositions to haunting electronic soundscapes, each piece adds a layer to the intricate tapestry of sound, weaving a narrative that transcends the boundaries of language.

As listeners embark on this sonic voyage, they are invited to ponder the mysteries of existence, to confront the depths of sorrow and the resilience of the human spirit. "TAFFETA" is not merely a musical project; it's an experience—a testament to the transformative power of music to touch hearts, stir souls, and awaken the imagination.

If you wish to take a dive into everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

TAFFETA VOL. 15 is now available exclusively on Bandcamp. 
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-15

TAFFETA VOLUMES 1-14 are all available on Bandcamp
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/

COVER YOUR TORSO WITH TAFFETA! Check out the official TAFFETA t-shirt!
https://belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/merch/belial-pelegrim-official-taffeta-design

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical?si=d46fc7ad1b50446dadc7ce3ffe1a1b02&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Taffeta 239

TAFFETA | 239

In the smoky air
The strings collide
A blues guitar weeps
It’s my guide
Spanish whispers in the night
Bagpipes call from a distant height

A whistle cuts the heavy sky
It sings
It soars
It won't comply

Winds of the world
They scream and hum
From the highland hills to where oceans drum
Take my soul
Let it run
Winds of the world
I’m undone

Wandering wanderlust .mp3

The Snake Man Frank

Anywhere

Verse]
The presidents fell
There's a flood in the plains
And the animals yell
I just wanted some peace
But I'm starting to feel
Like the mountains could tell

[Chorus]
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse

[Verse]
The men on the ground
There's a noise in the wind
And a deafening sound
We all looked at each other
I stared at my mother
And knew what she'd found

[Chorus]
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse

[Bridge]
I had seen it before
In my eyes
And I could ignore
But not this time

[Chorus]
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse
Mont Rushmore collapse

Mount Rushmore Collapse   #rushmore. # climatic change

Disillusioned by you

FIRST OF ALL, No Promoters or so-called VIDEOS experts.

All songs, -music and lyrics - are copyrighted..
As an author - composer, I like to sing, with my natural voice or slightly transformed with different devices, according to my mood. I also play all kinds of keyboards and a little bit of 6-string guitars, both acoustic and electric.I'm pretty old, but I've still got a fairly wide vocal range, though it's getting lower and lower.
I also have a small home studio called Vesuvius( thx Sufjan Stevens! )
I like to work alone, or with two or three partners, male or female, highly qualified.
And I get some much fun to discover amazing new talents on Soudcloud. That's why I follow more people than I'm followed by. I'm just too curious..

Dark Days,Girls. With lyrics in description

Jef Tale

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