When I was a little lad, I would have these mental breakdowns where I would be in a secluded part of the house, lost in my head for hours... I would experience these weird sensations that I had dubbed "the slow fast", "the quiet loud", "the far near", "the dark light" ... by far the most sinister and disturbing among them was the quiet loud. I would picture a thousand demons around me screaming at me from all directions... but there was a nomadic man standing directly in front of me. If I made eye contact with him then suddenly it would become quiet around me except the look of disappointment and that disapproving shaking of his head although silent, would start to magnify in my head to the point of me having to look away and then the screaming of the demons would start again. I had to go back and forth from loud to quiet to loud to quiet until I'd snap out of it.

Mahan Mahan (an unauthorized autobiography ~ pt.2)

noxpox - star devotion

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Trombones Of Jericho

Thanks again to Amanda for adding her voice to this track (and for keeping that window ajar).  Please listen to her other great tracks on @phoebeelena.

Tie another balloon
to the skyline 
We could hold the sun 
between the shade
We might light the moon
it is high time
that we walked upon the stage

Swing on sycamores
we'll grow wise
we might count the lines til we grow old
Maybe we set sail on the last tide
We're never coming home

I have seen the world
and my faultlines
glitter like the skies of grey and gold
We might be the fools for the last time
but we're never letting go

Cry lightning bolts
Cry Lightning bolts
Cry lightning bolts
Cry lightning bolts

In turn send shivers upon my spine
In turn send shivers upon my spine
In turns send shivers upon my spine
And love send shivers

I have seen the world
and its shorelines
glitter like the skies of grey and gold
We might be the fools
but it's high time
and we're never coming home

High Time (by Amanda and Paul)

Von Ferne

Loose End

Baby Frog Fangs

A song I composed and played for my daughters when they were young.

Lyrics:

See the little girl
She has a seed
And she plants it in the ground,
Beside a weed,
And the sun comes up,
And the rain comes down,
And the little seed,
The little seed,
Springs UP
From the ground.


Lyrics and Music: Mike Krath

See the Little Girl

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2021
Gentle Rain Records.
Produced, Written & Performed by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Instrumental Track: Martin Hirsch

Lyrics:
The Train Station by Craig Durgy

It was the hottest day that summer, the sun was slow to set
13 empty bottles,  on the porch still dripping sweat
Stepping through the bottles , with a hard and icy stare
Comes a tall and sturdy cowboy, like a man without a prayer

13 empty bottles, over one full figured gal
Cause he hadn’t figured on-her, breaking out of his coral
His boots kept moving steady, down Main Street into town
Headed for the station, and the train to Galveston

Hair black as a nightmare, and eyes that laugh out loud
A smile that drives ya crazy as a, roped…and wrangled cow
She ran off with another man, but he knows where she’s gone
(pause) Waiting in the station for the train…to Galveston
(break)
And shoved into his pocket was his heart…And a gun

He gave her more than seven years, and all he could afford
He kept on falling deeper in, but lately was ignored

Hair black as a nightmare, and eyes that laugh out loud
A smile that drives ya crazy, as a roped…and wrangled cow

She ran off with another man, but he knows where she’s gone
(pause) Waiting in the station for the train…to Galveston
(break)
And shoved into his pocket was his heart…And a gun

Then the cowboy…and the pain…board the train
With 13 empty bottles…the cowboy’s gonna see, his girl again

13 empty bottles, over one full figured gal
Cause he hadn’t figured on-her, breaking out of his coral

As the train pulls from the station, in the last light of the sun
His heart’s still in his pocket…with a gun

The Train Station (with Martin Hirsch)

The train station

The Train Station  - w. Martin Hirsch

... just a one man jam :-) ... soprano sax and keyboard improvisation - some fun synths too ;-) .... enjoy my saturday afternoon draft !

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He was and is always involved in many band projects and session events.
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