Wild Christopher Lyrics & Vocal
Lydia BG vocals
Mike Music & Production
“Fool’s Gold”

Look into our future
Truth be told
Our love still shines
Though the tarnish grows
I’m seeking shimmers on the ocean’s floor 
Oh, what the hell you only live once you know

Not coming up for air today
(You’re) still digging in 
Yeah… I think I’ll stay below

Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding on to hope
To hope for your treasure down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s nothing but Fool’s Gold

Your love I can’t hold

Sending out a Save Our Soul
Though I know our chances are low
Deeper and deeper and deeper we go
But all we have to blame is -- this hope

Sinking deeper into the cold
What do I have to give up? My soul
 
Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding out for hope
To hope for your danger down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s nothing but Fool’s Gold

It’s a fool’s goal
I know…  I know…  I know… 
Your love I can’t hold
   
<Breakdown>

Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding out for hope
To hope for your treasure down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s fool’s gold
 
Your love I can’t hold
Your love I can’t hold
Your love I can’t hold

Lyrics written by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2022

Fool's Gold

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Youtube: https://youtu.be/mL1ElFrT8AE?si=r0S0MqnTTLfjBJZ2
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/1NWa6fmONUBkj1jgkhspyH?si=93c58643e7d54209
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Apple: https://music.apple.com/de/album/sieben-monde/1768679764?i=1768679765
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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)

Worte wie Goldfäden weben mich ein
Hüllen mich in Nebel, fremd und doch so mein
Tintenschwarze Tropfen, Gedanken zerfallen
In meinen Augen, in Kaskaden, in neue Gestalten

Er trägt mich fort
Zu Balkonen mit Himmel aus Rosenquarz
Ich, schwerelos in seiner Hand
Wie eine Feder im Sturmestanz

Sieben Monde hält er für mich
Mit Fingern, die Melodien malen
Schenkt mir die Sonne als Licht
Sommer und Schwalben, die ohne Ziel strahlen
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Er flüstert, ich sei sein Meisterstück
Kostbarer als tausend Sternenschätze
Das lebendigste Bild, das er erschuf
In seinem Herzen der erste und letzte Platz

Seine Worte, Wirbelstürme in meinem Verstand
Lassen mich taumeln, vergessen jeden Halt
Silben, die meine Geschichte neu dichten
Formen mich zur Frau, wild und ungebannt

Er baut mir Paläste aus Luftspiegelungen
Für Augenblicke bin ich seine Königin
Dann fall' ich zurück, fall' zurück
Zu meinem alten Ich, wo einst alles begann

Sieben Monde hält er für mich
Mit Fingern, die Melodien malen
Schenkt mir die Sonne als Licht
Sommer und Schwalben, die ohne Ziel strahlen
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Er flüstert, ich sei sein Meisterstück
Kostbarer als tausend Sternenschätze
Das lebendigste Bild, das er erschuf
In seinem Herzen der erste und letzte Platz

Und ich kehre zurück, Worte wie Schmetterlinge
Worte, die mehr als Worte sind, ewig in mir
Tintenschwarze Tropfen, Gedanken neu entstehen

English translation:
Words like gold threads weave me in
Cover me in fog, strange and yet so mine
Ink-black drops, thoughts disintegrate
In my eyes, in cascades, into new forms

He carries me away
To balconies with a sky of rose quartz
I, weightless in his hand
Like a feather in a storm

Seven moons he holds for me
With fingers that paint melodies
He gives me the sun as my light
Summer and swallows that radiate without aim
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

He whispers that I am his masterpiece
More precious than a thousand star treasures
The most vivid image he has created
In his heart the first and the last place

His words, like hurricanes in my mind,
make me reel, forgetting all support.
Syllables that rewrite my history
form me into a woman, wild and unbound.

He builds me palaces out of mirages
For moments I am his queen.
Then I fall back, fall back
to my old self, where it all began.

Seven moons he holds for me
With fingers that paint melodies
The sun gives me as light
Summer and swallows that shine without end
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

He whispers that I am his masterpiece
More precious than a thousand star treasures
The most vivid image he has created
In his heart, the first and the last place

And I return, words like butterflies
words that are more than words, eternal in me
ink-black drops, thoughts newly arising

Sieben Monde

In Another Life

It's a special honor that my dear friend Michele Ansani asked me if I would like to work on a song he wrote years ago called 'Alla Fine della Fine delle Fini' (To the end of the end of the ends) which is a great track. When I listened to it I said to Michele that I thought the song is already finished and asked what I supposedly could do with it. He said, that he wasn't going to publish it and wanted me to work on the root idea of the song to create something new.  Thank you so much Michele for being so generous to leave the basic song idea to my purposes (all flaws are mine).

Listen to his wonderful music here, you all know him anyway: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani

Michele Ansani: Seed idea
Me: Instruments, vocals, lyrics, arrangement.

Photograph from the top of Half Dome, Yosemite NP, CA, USA by A. Besinger  2022

One day I walked the shores of time
Wiping away the footprints left behind

Tossing stones into the sea  
Just to watch the ripples making their way back to me  

What if these dancing rings were just memories
Would they come to life once more to set me free?


Abandoned this place that I called home ￼
and took that boat I was hiding for so long 

Facing the storms, past the sirens song
The love of gods in mind may have led me wrong

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

When I stepped through the gates of Plutonion
Caught between Scylla and Charybdis I would be found

Sacrificed the ones to whom I belonged
A wise man would rather be envied than being wronged

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread

Off the Edge of the World (with Michele Ansani)

memories

And now for something completely different..... ;))

A very still contemplation of a summer day.

It's finally some warm summer days after a cold winter and a chilly spring.
It was a day in the shops for us, with a lot of people looking for summer deals, and it was quite nice at first. But the hours passed and the heat pressure increased, and when we finally left my brain felt like it was boiling with all the impressions and voices.

Ripped words and sentences from conversations, children's screams and sometimes crying, the occasional bitter person who threw sour comments around, but surprisingly many were about love in one way or another, which probably belongs to summer, with sun, warmth and joy of life. ;))

To calm my brain, I wanted to try to reflect this day in some form of music, but also with a bit of humor. So I hope this song will make you smile, and maybe you'll recognize yourself.....;))

The day my brain boiled........ ;))

"El Silencio de las Estrellas / The Silence of the Stars" is a symphonic progressive rock album by Argentine musician Julián Martínez, released in 2024. Inspired by classical music and 70s progressive rock, the album features a strong presence of piano, sax, and the orchestral sound of the mellotron. The album consists of five instrumental tracks.

La Danza del Tiempo / The Dance of Time

This is the second time I've collaborated with Khan, the first being with her and the percussive brilliance of Tot on "Sunday Afternoon" -

https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/102tms527wav-wav?si=a942ff38963648f287803f324b6030b5


We talked about maybe doing another after that one and I thought it would be cool to hear her on a heavier track, so I sent her this music and she came up with the lyrics and vocal. 



We love Magic - by Khan

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic

It’s same for adults 
I know 
No matter what you look like 
You are angel

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
It’s same for adults 
I know 
No matter what you look like 
You are angel

We Love Magic - w/ Khan

I was looking at old photos of a town gathering in the 1800s for a lynching. I was struck at the carnival atmosphere, the presence of all kinds of people, women and children. This is disturbing but very real and it is NOT confined to America,the South but instead is a sad global problem with religions and "God". Too often I think religions are excuses to commit some of the most awful  human atrocities . Religions,like leader cults(nazis/emperorsetc), seem to blind masses into justifying the slaughter  of the enemy of the day. God in most religions preached tolerance/forgiveness/inclusion and yet these fundamental principles are conveniently forgotten when it comes time to fulfill some self serving goal, monetary/territorial or ego. I wish I knew why

lyrics
glowing yellow sun
clear bright blue sky
leaves are dancing in the wind

sherriff and the barber
the doctor and the lawyer 
all the townspeople are there

just to meet and greet
and to chat about
the news and their hopes and fears

The children all are there
dressed up in their best
blue eyes and many happy smiles

then the time arrives
the crowd all turn their head
they march the black man to the tree

a noose slips round his neck
they pull him up on high
so his legs can swing free

there's heard a horrible crack
that splits the morning air
the children look up and they stare
as his legs they shake
and his body quivers
until he hangs there still and limp

then the children turn around and finish up their games 
on this bright and sunny day

now it's time to go
they hear the parents say
off to church to learn to pray

"praise God??really??

praise God??what are you thinking?

Funk Fusion

¡¡ Warning: very old track with very LO-FI sound !!

Five verses over improvised chords, which are divided into 0, 1, 2, 3, 4 and 6 parts; passion, going back, and at the end... what happened here?

Cinco versos sobre acordes improvisados, que partí en 0, 1, 2, 3, 4 y 6 tiempos; pasión, vuelta atrás y, al final... ¿qué ha pasado aquí?

Lyrics/Letra:

Perdido... 
Perdido...
Perdido... 
Perdido...

Perdido en la oscuridad de tu nombre.
Perdido en la sombra de tu regazo.
Perdido... 
Perdido...

Perdido en el miedo de tu deseo.
Perdido en la espesa espuma estéril
que me lleva y no te alcanza... ay, perdido estoy.

Perdido (Miedo de tu deseo)

Some of the songs performed here are my original compositions. Others are covers of tunes or me playing over backing tracks.
Be sure to check out my Rumble videos too!
https://rumble.com/account/content?type=all

Funk Fusion

JParry335