Magical Times was greatly inspired by the musical inspirations which happens in certain times of high musical creativity. 

Cheers,
Daniel Lars

C. 2022
All instruments: Daniel Lars
All songs Mixed, Written, Produced, Mastered: Daniel Lars

Reality Sparks High

Magical Times

There's been too much heart break
Lost hope for way too long
No justice - just bad mistakes
And not a clue to where they'd gone

Then some people looking for adventure
Accidentally found hard evidence
And when the telephone rang we all knew this
was never going to end

We've waited for closure for so long
They found the bodies in the bog

They found the bodies in the bog

And now there's just more questions
Answers that don't exist
No justice - just suggestions
And not a clue who had done this

Pulled the corpses to make a positive ID
I prayed to god to let them be wrong
The silver ring on his decomposed finger
Knew it was him all along

We've waited for closure for so long
They found the bodies in the bog

Bog Bodies

Myosis in a Sea of Red 


...Takes me
So far and far and far
Until we're all alone 
...Breaks me
It's what I sought
I hate - I love it now, I gotta...


Make it funky
Promise that you'll love me
Sing me a song 
So I can forget the worries, baby

They can see right through me
Telling you to rule me
The lifeboat keeps on rowing
Sailing us to - nowhere

Pain in me always
Sending me the wrong waves
Been stacking forays
Into a toxic embrace

A single room - maybe
Can assume, a tomb, baby
Resume the bloom
Welcoming as the womb
The way she...


...Takes me
So far and far and far
Into my all alone
...Rapes me
It's what I sought
I sinned - I followed, now, I gotta...
...Test me
So I fall, I fall, I fall
Up in a ladder
...Remake me
Into my own distinctive plot
But now I'm gonna...


Start it Monday 
Might not be soon, but not late
Got me loving to make
'Til when tomorrow's yesterday

Sing a serenade
Somebody wrote for me
Might aid to bay the ache away
Somewhere... Another day...


...Brings me
To a farce, a far away
Cave of my own
And it Rapes me
It's what I sought
I sinned - I loved it, now, I gotta...
...Test me
So I fall, I fall
Further into tomorrow
...Shape me
Into my own role
I direct it and I wrote it all



///////////2024

My Oasis (Sea of Red) [Demo]

YOU'RE GOING NOWHERE

WITH ALL YOUR FEARS, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
WITH ALL YOUR SORROWS, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
¿ARE YOUR GODS BY YOUR SIDE?
¿WHO IS SITTING NEXT TO YOU?
WHERE DO YOU WANT TO ESCAPE TO?
WHEN THIS CITY IS BURNING
YOU HAVE TO HURRY, TIME IS RUNNING

YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE
YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE

FOLLOWING IDEAS
WHAT THEY SAY
SOUNDS VERY NICE
I WOULD LIKE TO GO TOO
MAKING YOU A SLAVE
MAKING YOU A FOOL
ALL THAT DRIVES YOU CRAZY
LIFE HAS NO RULES

YOU HAVE TO FREE YOUR MIND
AND GO NOWHERE

Nowhere

I'VE NO MORE FUCKS TO GIVE
Music by Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq
Jazz Arrangement by Overdrive

This is my jazz version of the hilarious song by Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq. Of course, the influence of Richard Cheese and his outrageous lounge music versions of famous rock songs is undeniable.

Check out the amazing original version by Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq:
https://youtu.be/TXK03FHVsHk

Some of my favorite Richard Cheese parodies:

Rock The Casbah by The Clash:
https://youtu.be/fPRaQ43T_oQ

Closer, by NIN:
https://youtu.be/TmvlB1H1ejI

Only Happy When It Rains, by Garbage:
https://youtu.be/9dI-gKsT2DA

Hope you like this new jazz version of I've No More Fucks To Give.

LYRICS
I'VE NO MORE FUCKS TO GIVE

I've tried, tried, tried, and I've tried even more
I've cried, cried, cried, and I can't recall what for
I've pressed, I've pushed, I've yelled, I've begged in hopes of some success
But the inevitable fact is that it never will impress

I've no more fucks to give, my fucks have runneth dry
I've tried to go fuck shopping but there's no fucks left to buy
I've no more fucks to give, though more fucks I've tried to get
I'm over my fuck budget and I'm now in fucking debt

I strived, strived, strived, to get everything done
I played by all the rules, but I very rarely won
I've smiled, I've charmed, I've wooed and laughed, alas to no avail
I've run 'round like a moron to unequivocally fail

I've no more fucks to give, my fuck fuse has just blown
I've been hunting for my fucks all day
But they've upped and fucked off home
I've no more fucks to give, my fuck rations are depleted
I've rallied my fuck army, but it's been fucking defeated

The effort has just not been worth the time or the expense
I've exhausted all my energy for minimal recompense
The distinct lack of acknowledgement has now begun to gall
And I've come to realise that I don't give a fuck at all

I've no more fucks to give, my fucks have flown away
My fucks are now so fucked off they refuse to fucking stay
I've no more fucks to give, my fucks have gone insane
They've come back round and passed me while they're fucking off again

I've no more fucks to give, my fucks have all dissolved
I've planned many projects, but my fucks won't be involved
I've no more fucks to give, my fucks have all been spent
They've fucked off from the building and I don't know where they went

I've no more fucks to give
I've no more fucks to give
I've no more fucks, I've no more fucks, I've no more fucks to give

I've No More Fucks To Give

Satellite, I see you flying through the sky.
Can you tell me why you've gotta get so high?
I have never seen such motion all my life.
Satellite, you shine your light and pass on by.

Satellite, what is the purpose of your being?
I can't comprehend the sights that you have seen.
I have no idea what they have got in store.
Satellite, they always seem to want some more.

Straight lines cross the sky.
The stars are left behind.
The grandeur of the moon.
Is crossed by you so soon.
I love you, satellite.

Satellite, I stand here staring from the ground.
While you watch us up in space, recording sound.
Satellite, who sent you up to spy on me?
You were only supposed to help us become free.

Satellite, a glowing tin can full of war.
Falling sideways past the earth outside my door.
Are you filling up on data from ruskies?
Satellite, one day you'll bring us to our knees.

Soaring cross sun-rays.
You transmit through the haze.
A howl up to the moon.
It's crossed by you so soon.
I love you, satellite. (x4)

Satellite

Sensitive Ears

In this garden, everything is strange. The pain fades away.
A glimpse of light. Is the spring coming? It looks like May.
A bird asleep, on the floor, laid down. The cats made their day.
A glimpse of light. Is the spring coming? The pain fades away.

It's going down then up sometimes. Never balanced. What did you say?
In the garden, I hurt my hands. Scratches right there. The pain fades away.

The highway is near. I don't hear the cars. What did you say?
The ravens will come, next month maybe then go away.
It's a circle, clear, unbroken. The pain fades away.
Easter again. Is the train working? Yes I guess, in May.

It's going down then up sometimes. Never balanced. What did you say?
In the garden, I hurt my hands. Scratches right there. The pain fades away.

In The Garden

I Wait

Tell Me

eight track on the album ARECIBO. It is in slovene and describing changes in protagonist's approach.

I Wait

Primo Piatto

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