Remixed and Remastered April 15, 2025.  
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Exploring the magic of nothing to do.

It started out as a chord progression.  Walking down a street in Alice Springs I found the first line. Little by little it became this song.

Verse 1:
I’ve got a little bit of time on my hands
Quite unexpected not a part of my plans
But just the same I’ve got nothing to do today

It’s the kind of nothing that can fill all the space
That’s always been here surrounding this place
So full of busy that is constantly in my way

Chorus 1:
I could have started on a project or two
There were a million things that I could do
Instead I stumbled into something new... appreciation

Verse 2:
Look at the sky and there sits the moon
And wonder how it found its way back so soon
It's like its hardly even been away

I always knew there were stars in the sky
Tiny holes in the curtain- they're hard to deny
I didn't notice - there was always something in the way

Chorus 2:
How could I have missed it, it was everywhere
I didn't see didn't let myself care
But something stopped me - i discovered something rare ... appreciation

Bridge:
In these quiet moments i wonder what's true
Exploring the magic of nothing to do
It seems to me when I let myself be
I might dicover something new .. appreciation

Verse 3:
I can't explain how my life got this way
Why do i fill every moment every day
Life so very full there’s not enough room for me
When i finally saw the value of slow
The value of finally having nowhere to go
I got a glimpse of parts of life i could never see

Chorus 3:
Dont get me wrong i like the life that i've got
But it wouldn't hurt in fact it might help a lot
If Once in a while i opened my eye to see .. appreciation

Outro:
I’ve got a little bit of time on my hands
Quite unexpected not a part of my plans
But just the same I’ve got nothing to do
Oh... I got nothing to do

Appreciation

Symphonic Dances - 1. Call of the Reeds | for Wind Symphony Orchestra (Work in Progress)

𝒦𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝐼𝓉 𝑀𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔

Saline is Dead Hazards' debut LP featuring 13 songs that play with themes like disillusionment and detachment and hold sounds ranging from raw sludge to rock-operatic passages. Saline brings a mixture of fuzz, colliding melodies, and low strings wrapped in melancholy, with a nod to 80s-90s heavy metal and alternative. 

Rerouting

She was a killer!

🎵 Title: Music of Silence
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:18
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Minimalist / Solo Piano / Ambient
🎧 Mood: Reflective, Calm, Poetic, Meditative
🎬 Video: 

📝 Description
“Music of Silence” is a minimalist solo piano piece that lives in the space between sounds. It evokes the feeling of watching clouds drift or still water softly shimmering under a pale sky.

Each note is allowed to breathe. Each silence speaks.

This composition is designed not to fill the room, but to open it up.

Its subtle dynamics and introspective character make it ideal for moments of reflection, deep focus, intimate storytelling, or cinematic calm.
Perfect for projects seeking emotional authenticity and elegant minimalism.

🎼 Key: Es-Dur | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies

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Music of Silence

My father dreams of leaving home
He's unhappy. So is mummy.
She spends her days in the cellar
Washing our clothes."Dirty Bastards!"
They got married in 74. 
I don't understand in what purpose.
He spends his days at the factory, 
Watching the line, going crazy

Our family business is faltering
Everything's wrong. It ain't pretty.
We lack the courage  to split apart
We stay inside this zone of safety
I see them being like dummy zombies. 
Inside their heart, there is no envy.
Do I love them? A bit, maybe. 
This damned city has no mercy 

We are just for them a heavy duty
They did procreate cause it had to be
My sister Sarah is really stupid. 
She's obsessed by men. She bangs anybody. 
And me? Oh, well me!
I'm stuck in here, sad and angry.
I lack the courage to go away
I drink to forget, day after day.

Our family business is faltering
Everything's wrong. It ain't pretty.
We lack the courage to split apart
We stay inside this zone of safety
I see them being like dummy zombies. 
Inside their heart, there is no envy.
Do I love them? A bit, maybe. 
This damned city has no mercy 


Family Business

[Verse 1]  
From The Hill in St. Louis to the Bronx bright lights  
Put on pinstripes, stepped into the fight  
A catcher with grit, a swing full of fire  
Ten rings on his hand—man, he climbed that wire  

He said, *“You can observe a lot just by watchin’,”*  
And he sure saw it all from behind that mask  
Every pitch, every hit, every old-school clash  
In the house that Ruth built—livin’ large, not brash  



[Chorus]  
 It ain’t over till it’s over, and he knew that truth  
Swingin’ like a poet in the fountain of youth  
It’s déjà vu all over again  
With a smile, a shrug, and a legendary grin  
Yogi said it best, and we all still agree—  
*“The future ain’t what it used to be”* 



[Verse 2]  
Caught Larsen’s perfect game in ’56  
A master behind the plate, sharp as a whip  
Then a skipper in the dugout, cool and calm  
He said, *“If you don’t know where you’re goin’, you might not get there,”* son  

He managed the Mets, took the Yanks again  
He knew how to lead, he knew how to win  
Then up in the booth, he’d drop some gold  
Like, *“You better cut the pizza in four, I’m not hungry enough for six,”* we're told  



[Chorus]  
 It ain’t over till it’s over, and he knew that truth  
Swingin’ like a poet in the fountain of youth  
It’s déjà vu all over again  
With a smile, a shrug, and a legendary grin  
Yogi said it best, and we all still agree—  
*“The future ain’t what it used to be”* 



[Bridge]  
He said, *“When you come to a fork in the road—take it”*  
A philosopher in cleats, no need to fake it  
*“Ninety percent of the game is half mental,”*  
With a heart so strong, and a style so gentle  



[Chorus – Final]  
 It ain’t over till it’s over, and he proved it right  
From the clubhouse laughs to the October lights  
It’s déjà vu all over again  
With a bat in his hand and a team full of friends  
Yogi said it best, and we all still agree—  
*“You should always go to other people’s funerals, or they won’t come to yours,”* you see   



[Outro]  
Yeah, he was one of a kind...  
Not just a ballplayer, but a living rhyme  
So remember Yogi, when the game gets tough—  
*“It gets late early out there,”* but legends play rough  

 It ain’t over...  
No, it ain’t ever over... 


It Ain't Over

When a clown rules the world

Eighty miles past the county line
Gas light blinkin', I'm outta time
Dashboard glow and a lonesome hum
Radio fading like where I’m from
A sign flickers Vacancy Room for One
Just a ghost lit town under a no name sun
Pulled off the highway, heartbeat slow
Just me and the night and a need to let go

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

Lobby smells like smoke and rain
Bell rings hollow, front desk plain
Clerk with eyes like he’s seen it all
Said Room’s down back, next to the wall
Hallway whispers, time stands still
Each door’s a secret, each breath a thrill
Laid down heavy, dreams got strange
Like the town was a stage and I’d missed the change

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

I saw a girl in a diner booth
She sang a tune, low and smooth
Said she’d been here for a hundred moons
Waiting on a ride or a change of tune
Time moved sideways, clocks ran slow
Even my shadow didn’t wanna go
But the road calls back like a restless bell
And I left behind more than I could tell

Somewhere between the lines and the lane
Where the road goes quiet and the sky looks strange
A place I found, but didn’t mean to stay
Caught in a dream I can't explain
I just closed my eyes for a little while
Now I’m stuck in a town that don't fit my smile
Just tryin’ to make it home tonight
Somewhere there between the lines

Somewhere Between The Lines

Another day in paradise

Another day in paradise (in the style of Phil Collins)

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When a clown rules the world

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