With the advent of our democratically chosen fascist plague looming I'm going to reprise this one which is basically about -- wait a minute I don't do  "it's about's"  --  it's about whatever you think it's about.  I feel it now more than four years ago when I wrote it.

Do you see the same things I do 
in morbid visions of the night
I'll confess I'm in need of some discipline
a circumcision of the mind

a single moment's indecision can mean the difference of a life
wait for the signs of antipathy
I'll be coming right behind

is it time to take our things and go running for the line
there's nothing here that's worthy of the sacrifice
why keep me waiting in the dark
as if you and I were born to all this suffering in our stars

Jacob wrestled in the desert
with an angel who would not give his name
does faith only come to me in my anguish and shame

witness to your own decline
you just lie and tell yourself it's alright

Spotify Link

Why Keep Me Waiting

This song was inspired by "The Cold Heart" (German: Das kalte Herz), a fairy tale written by Wilhelm Hauff. It was published in 1827 in a collection of fairy tales that take place within the narrative of The Spessart Inn.
Although written almost 200 years ago, the described conflicts of mankind are still up-to-date, maybe even more than before. Preferring status und prosperity over humanity is something which has become socially acceptable.

Special thanks for prelistening and precious ideas to my dear friend Gary Reeves!

Lyrics
Peter was in the charcoal business
never in peace with the live he was living
made a deal with the forest spirit
Three wishes and a new life given

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity
 
Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

It did not play out like you were whishing for
glassworks went down and you needed much more
sold your heart to Dutch Mike to keep living
a heart of stone and the fortune you were given

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity

Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

Flourishing business kept you going
but your smile was eternally frozen
when your drivers faded and you had murdered love
nothing left there but an empty heart

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity

Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

Stone Cold Heart

What would I do different if I could  turn back time. 
Would I take a different path, not knowing what I'd find?
I didn't know to think about the consequence of actions? 
I lived a life based upon causes and reactions 

I think, who would I miss if I I chose a different road
I'd be a different person, someone I don't know. 
One tiny thing could change all things, a different way of life
Maybe something careless happened, maybe I would have died.

If I had done things differently, who would be my children?
You cannot miss what you never had, but still . . . then,
We learn from everything we do. Wisdom comes from learning    
We experience life as we age, growing fast and yearning

Would I want the joy of youth and erase the me I know? 
One tiny change, one subtle choice, doesn't mean no sorrow
It doesn't mean a better life, though different it would be
Don't wish away the life you have, be happy you are me.

There is No Looking Back

And it's true m'lads, I'd be livin' there still,
If my Great Granda' had only signed his will!

In The Halls Of My Ancestors

Heroes (cover)

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/FhXG2eUCCJs
This Song is What Can Happen when I have a Bad Week or the Heavy Weight of the World is Spinning in my Head & my Imagination Kicks In :-)  
To HOPE  !!!
It was a Fast Write & Really Fun to Record ~~
Hope Everyone Likes It !
©2025 Donna Dior

UNREST IN THE GALAXY

Simple track, music made in GarageBand :)

Lyrics:

Love can be such a beautiful thing, if you just let it out
Don't hold back your love
You can't expect others to know
If you can't show what you feel inside, no one can see the real you
So don't hold back your love
Just let it out
Let it flow..

If you dare to give a piece of your heart
You can get so much in return
Give as much as you can
Even if you risk getting burned

Love can be such a beautiful thing if you just let it out
Don't hold back your love
You can't expect others to know
If you can't show what you feel inside, no one can see the real you
So don't hold back your love
just let it out
Let it flow...

No one can do it for you
But someone can do it to you...

No One Can Do It For You  (Original)

Going in deep can result in unexpected encounters.
Track: Clarinet; Clarinet/moog; Tenor saxophones/moog.
Beats c/o Garageband.

Pic. Anglerfish c/o Pinterest.

BLACK WATER

-> https://andersson-arte.com

Bandcamp [ https://mkandersson1982.bandcamp.com/album/mamamuski-remix-prerelease ]
Kindle eBook [ https://www.amazon.com.au/Unadulterated-Thought-Mechanism-Andersson-Arte-ebook/dp/B0DBP4WJL7 ]
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I took an old demo I recorded and tinkered with it in some apps to see what I could come up with. I dare say this is a bit of silly fun, lol.
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Mamamuski is an exuberant and incredibly catchy remix of one of my old bedroom recordings. This single will be available as a free Bandcamp exclusive up until its official release to major music platforms on November 30, 2025.

… Have you seen him?

Marty Andersson: Mamamuski (Remix) | Free Bandcamp Exclusive (Exp. Nov 30, 2025)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Spirits Are Dancing (2025) Remastered

There is so much talent and variety here, and most of the people are pretty cool too. I love being part of this community. Listening to your music and being heard in return is enough.

Still reading? OK I'm gonna muse a bit. It's hard to fully convey how much this forum has meant to me. There are people I've never met that feel very much like old friends -- and in a very real way they are.
If I follow someone I make every effort to listen to and support their efforts. It's certainly not a transactional relationship but I do tend to limit my follows to people who engage in mutual listening and engagement. If you listen and leave a comment I always try to listen to *your* music when responding! If you follow at random without any feedback I hope you get something out of that too... ; )

Why Keep Me Waiting

Jeff Roberts