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Turn down the lights let the glitter ball spin ….

Her Silent Disco~ Conscience of Kings

SixFour

Nonsense, just nonsense! Hopefully, the listener will feel like someone kicked down their door, rants for 3 minutes, and then leaves. 

Lyrics:
Riding my bicycle
I was 8 years old
Riding to the Biblioteca
What the heck does that get ya?

Hey! Speak up asher bard
They say your miseries are symphonies
Hey, what are you writing in that notebook?
You know I say: I'm a poet
But, I make my own hours
That's how you know that you really own it
That's how you know that you've really made it
I've been playing a fool for so long
But I will probably do it again
If you insist
Hey, c'mon, everyone
Give it up for the band!
I've been  trespassing on salvation
I've been speaking in binary code
I'm an observer in slo-mo

Let's disseminate the movie of my life
Cue the split screen
It's like some kind of cosmic universe blooper reel
I'm trying to document the way that we feel
It's 3 AM in the rain
And I'm staring at myself
It's 3 AM in the rain
Can you not see yourself?
Oh, let's give it up
Give it up for the band!

Let those good vibes shine!

I've been thinking about the matter
And the anti-matter
I've got some kind of Dostoevsky skin disease (cough)
You know what I mean?
I've got the aftershave and undertones
The poet's got the loneliest nose
For the way things go

The biblioteca, what the heck will that get ya?

Good Vibes

Rise from the Depths

Think Back

Music, lyrics, vocal & ac. guitar : Grave
Other instruments & mix : PJ Project

Rise Like A Lion W/ Grave

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Synthis, Bass: JayK
Vocals: Xian3
Text edition: Xian3
Lyrics: Franz Kafka

Homecoming is a narrative in the form of a parable from the estate of Franz Kafka. The narrative, which is only twenty sentences long, begins with the words: "I have returned" and occasionally appears under this title, was written down by Kafka in 1920 in a quarto notebook.



I have returned, 
I have passed under the arch and am looking around. 
It’s my father’s old yard. The puddle in the middle. Old, useless tools, jumbled together, 
block the way to the attic stairs. 
The cat lurks on the banister. 
A torn piece of cloth, once twisted around 
a stick in a game, 
flutters in the breeze. 

I have arrived. 
Who is going to receive me? 
Who is waiting behind the kitchen door? 
Smoke is rising from the chimney, 
coffee is being made for diner.

Do you feel you belong, do you feel at home? 
I don’t know, I feel most uncertain.
 
My father’s house it is, 
but each object stands cold beside the next, 
as though preoccupied with its own affairs,
which I have partly forgotten, partly never known.
What use can I be to them, what do I mean to them, even though 
I am the son of my father, 
the old farmer? 
And I don’t dare knock at the kitchen door, 
I only listen from a distance,

I only listen from a distance, 
standing up, in such a way 
that I cannot be taken by surprise as an eavesdropper. 
And since I am listening from a distance, 
I hear nothing but a faint striking of the clock 
passing over from childhood days,

but perhaps I only think I hear it. 
Whatever else is going on in the kitchen 
is the secret of those sitting there, 
a secret they are keeping from me. 
The longer one hesitates before the door, 
the more estranged one becomes. 
What would happen if someone were to open the door now 
and ask me a question? 
Would not I myself then behave like the one 
who wants to keep his secret?”

I have returned („Homecoming“, F.Kafka 1920) feat. Xian3

Instrumental piece that is more experimental in feel than the full band. Will be part of an ambient project called "Two Moons To The Snow"

Once and Final Frame

Mexico is considered the most dangerous country for reporters outside a war zone. 14 journalists killed this year, and counting!

Dedicado a esos periodistas de México, y de muchos otros países, que han sido asesinados haciendo su trabajo, ya los que continúan a pesar de las amenazas de violencia!
Dedicated to those journalists from Mexico, and from many other countries, who have died violently doing their job, and to those who continue despite the threats of violence!

A special thanks to Ale Destiny, whose vocals added so much to this song. Listen to her latest song "Vincent" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfa7jjZoK0U&list=OLAK5uy_kwTdpzKWQbJ5Xm05Ok3ulGPmfAm_xv7s8

"La violencia contra la prensa en México no da tregua y en solo seis meses, lo que va de 2022, 12 periodistas han sido asesinados en el país, según el recuento de organizaciones como Artículo 19, Reporteros sin Fronteras (RSF), el Comité para la Protección de los Periodistas (CPJ, por sus siglas en inglés) y el que registra CNN."
(The violence against the press in Mexico does not let up and in just six months, so far in 2022, 12 journalists have been murdered in the country, according to the count of organizations such as Article 19, Reporters Without Borders (RSF), the Committee for the Protection of Journalists (CPJ) and the one recorded by CNN.)
― Rocío Muñoz-Ledo: 4 Julio, 2022, CNN Español

“No society can be free and fair without journalists who are able to investigate wrongdoing, bring information to citizens, hold leaders accountable and speak truth to power.”
― UN Secretary-General António Guterres

Journalists ... have been killed ... in a lot of places where hard rain falls. As readers or journalists, we honor them when we remember that their dying was not part of a plan to make the world cheaper, baser, or dumber. They died to bring us the truth.”
― Pete Hamill (journalist, novelist, essayist and editor)

Lyrics
Aunque sea esto lo último que escriba…. ¡No voy a rendirme!
(Even if this is the last thing I write... I'm not going to give up!)

In the freezer of my fridge
Waits an impression of my teeth
To identify my mutilated remains
If they hear you’re asking questions
See their names in big bold captions
There’s a deadly bullet waiting with your name …….. your name

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

I’m married to death,
Hand in hand we stalk the streets
The camera clicks to capture the grisly trail
I try to find humanity
In this crazy, cruel insanity
I can’t tell if I succeed or if I fail …….. if I fail

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

I’ve lost so many friends and colleagues
Shot or stabbed or hacked to pieces
By cops or gunmen from the narco
Leaving stains like scarlet day-glo
Craven silence in high places
Bought by money with no traces
No justice for those brave cold corpses
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez
Lost in hard rain down in Juárez

Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war
Trying to tell a story with one eye on the door
If they don’t like what you’re saying
You’d better get to praying
Cos only God could be your savior … now
Caught in the crosshairs of a nation at war

credits
from the album Urban Tales, released February 28, 2022
Track released July 16, 2022
Music and lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocals: Michael Sellers; Ale Destiny
Guitars, keyboard, musical arrangement, & production: Sergio Aguilar
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Album Cover photo: Image by Mizter_X94 from Pixabay
Cover design: Loretta Sellers Fortuny

Urban Tales

Lost in hard rain down in Juarez

Buy now at Bandcamp

Lost In Hard Rain Down In Juarez (ft. Ale Destiny) 5 Stars/Highly commended rating in the UKSC, 2022

Proud to Present our Number 76
BIIIIIIg Job Joerxworx ,You nailed it Bro!!!!!
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Looking forwat to number 77;-)

Lunatics76/ Symptomatisch/ Joerxworx & Ratzzz

Lunatics76/ Symptomatisch🦿🧠🦠🫀🦷🦴☠️🦾/ Joerxworx & Ratzzz

ooh ooh, tender is the night
like a kiss goodbye
the sweetest suicide
to your eyes, your eyes

im going to disappear
grim, guilt and shame
no fault, no fault
there's none to blame
and that hole in your chest 
that will never go away
without you here 
it'll never be the same

ooh ooh, tender is the night
like a kiss goodbye
the sweetest suicide
to your eyes, your eyes
ooh ooh, tender is the night
like a kiss goodbye
the sweetest suicide
to your eyes, your eyes
(im glad you disappeared)
ooh ooh, tender is the night
like a kiss goodbye
the sweetest suicide
to your eyes, your eyes
(im glad you disappeared)
ooh ooh, tender is the night
like a kiss goodbye
the sweetest suicide
to your eyes, your eyes

suicide

Art.Silence, the former GEBR.K, (still not knowing how to call myself) is a Cooperation of the musicians JayK and Xian3. A lot of the Songs here are single Productions of JayK. But you will find especially the classical lyrics projects like Rilke or Goethe stuff realized by JayK and Xian3, there also cooperations with Druid667 and SomeDecibel and other musicians under the label GEBR.K. The common base is JayK.
We are interested in interdisciplinary projects as just sharing music or music-video productions (search GEBR.K on YouTube).
We want to see our music influence the world as their music influenced us:)
Feel free to share our music to others and if you make profit with it, make a share of it to the world!

https://brotherk1.bandcamp.com/album/the-trilogy-of-limited-lyrics
https://youtube.com/channel/UC7R7u0SfsMVfDoOVbxoj-FA

I have returned („Homecoming“, F.Kafka 1920) feat. Xian3

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