Name: Thieves stealing from theives . by Julian Michael Power .
Duration: 5 min 39 s
Description: About life ,sometimes harsh ,sometimes not .

this is enjoyable..like the lyrics and your voice is perfect blues voice ..ole timey sound for new world troubles...nice work

i heard on the radio the other day that loneliness is the new epidemic.............peace and cheers for having a listen





                 Afterthought

well i don't really know what happened to us
but i could sure use a friend right now
cos all that we built is turning to dust
and there ain't no more how or why

so please don't say that you know what i'm going through
it's plain to see that you really wouldn't have a clue
i'm trying to appreciate, the little effort that you gone and made
but it saddens me that you need to pretend, when you can clearly see
that i'm at the end of my rope
that's ok, i was just trying to say
i need a friend

so don't give it a second thought
it never mattered much before
and if there was a page for all the mistakes we made
i'd fill a book or four, a volume that's for sure

so please don't say that you know what i'm going through
it's plain to see that you really don't have a clue
i'm trying to understand, things were good and now they're bad
and it saddens me that you need to pretend, when you can clearly see
that i'm at the end of my rope
that's ok, i was just trying to say
i need a friend

Afterthought

Another song of mine, basically pop, arrived out of nowhere, just two chords that take on a life of their own and end up becoming a pretty catchy song. I explore the possibilities of my small keyboard, considering I don't know how to play it. The lyrics talk about a very recurrent and seemingly complex theme, but in practice very simple to deal with: Life, that thing about which you can say anything.

Life is just a memory

Carl from the Beautiful dark wrote a song today titled "Baldy Patty" and  it inspired me to write my own personal a song about baldness.  I started to lose my hair in my early twenties, and for awhile it bothered me and then one day, I decided to shave my head and I have never looked back. And now so many years have passed that I have been bald longer than I had hair. 
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Guitar (two strumming tracks) Taylor 114CE 
Organ (playing my midi keyboard using the Logic Pro Organ plug in)
Strings (playing my midi keyboard using Native Instruments strings)
Piano: EZ Keys 2 (Indie Pop (tweed))
Drums (EZ Drummer 3)
Bass (PG Music Midi track with sounds from Native instruments Rickenbacker)
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My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.
My hair’s falling out, and I’m singing this song to you.

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got on my toes, I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But the one place I want it, it keeps falling out.  
My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.

I shaved my head until the top of my skull was shiny
And I know it’s counterintuitive but I’m no longer bald and whiny.
When you’re young, you assume that you’ll always have hair
And then when you start to lose it, you think it’s not fair
Sampson in the bible when he lost his hair, he became so weak
But that guy on the bottle of mister clean is definitely no geek

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got hair on my toes; I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But where it’s missing on the top of my head, I no longer care one bit.
Because now when it comes to baldness, I don’t give a shit

My Hair's Falling Out

Loud and Clear

Give me just one night,

Let's dance until the morning wakes up.

Your eyes carry the light,

That the darkness breaks.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Your closeness sounds like a sound,

Like a whisper deep in the horizon.

Everything is silent, but I only hear you,

My soul sings for you.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

And when the morning comes,

You stay in every word.

Love and pain united,

You paint my heart so much.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Schenke mir nur eine Nacht.m4a

Sunrise (Inst.)

Homeland (Remix)

ANARS ! Pénombre

Original by Free  1970

Bass, drums & 2 voice in chorus : Little Man
All other instruments & vocal  : PdB Orchestra

All Right Now

Hello…. So who is Darwin the cat… really? I suppose just an old recluse like me. An older cat who I was tasked with cat-sitting this summer. Initially, I never saw him. Ha. Then one day, he appeared out of nowhere and we became best buds. He became talkative and encouraged me to ask him about life. I would ask him something and he would tell me all about it. So of course here’s a song about our shenanigans. A simple song. Ukulele, vox, and some finger-tapping keyboard percussion. In other news, tiny chickadees have been following me around the yard when I water, and a new generation of rabbits hang out near the small patches of red clover I planted around the yard... They stretch out and relax in the shade during the day. I laugh at them. The raccoon(s) come through late at night, and sometimes I hear them scream, which does sound weirdly unnerving. A hawk is in and about hunting the yard for small birds and whatnot. The birds in the yard, head into the spruce tree branches where the hawk cannot go. I built a small branch wall around the fire ant mound back by the compost pile, as someone keeps digging into it, maybe the coons or possibly flickers trying to get at the larvae. Now the mound is really built up as the ant colony has worked feverishly to rebuild it. That particular ant colony has been here for decades. Plenty of apples and wild plums now, so I have to be alert when going outside late at night, as maybe the bear will return in the midst of hyperphagia, to gorge on the apples. There were some deer here briefly as well. I have begun autumn chores in preparation for the long winter here and have taken to eating apples and plums from the trees, as I take a break from my chores. I could be a bear… hahahahaha. And of course, I’m getting old(er), more forgetful, and wondering what the future holds in store. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by, Mark 

Darwin And The Evolution Of Catharsis

About life ,sometimes harsh ,sometimes not .

Thieves stealing from theives .

I'm a singer songwriter of travelling years with a little to say both emotionally and musically. 
I'm inspired by hope and the fight though the struggle in life ....
I found a home in Cornwall UK , where the creation of music is easy going...
May you find peace where you are too.

A few shared YouTube videos:

https://youtube.com/@julianpower6149

Thieves stealing from theives .

Julian Michael Power .

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