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Jim Sanders with the subtle expressive drums, Charlie Villiers and Dave Toolan working their magic on the guitars, and I'm on the bass... There was a song I was singing on this, but this bit of jamming when I shut up (!) captured the sentiment so much better 😊! 
A few of the lyrics did make it into the synth noodlings around the idea!

Where Did The Time Go? (Instr. Jam)

I'M ALWAYS HOPING FOR SOMEDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 03, 2025

A humour song about hoping for some time off to 
appreciate the world outside of work, and the deeper
meaning of life...

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All of the things that need to wait, 
like a side dish from a take-out that's not so great, 
I push em' to the side ...

I like a checklist, I like a bucket list, 
but I know that some may never come to fruition, 
at least I can hope for what may never become.

Through the Detroit-Windsor tunnel, 
the white walls are a gleamin'.
She said, I think I know what you're thinking; 
time for us to be leaving?
 
I'm always hoping for someday.

The everyday, the daily grind, fills my mind,
A few days away, a few weeks would be sublime,
something to break up the days, 
in the cold of the winter when the ice won't go away.

I'm always hoping for someday.

I say, 
getting in my motor car, 
such an older term I love,
hitting that old open road,
forget the watch and take it slow.

Camping peace along the way, 
meet some people of the same.
Take the time to get away.
Grab a plane and break it up.

Hit an old familiar place,
never seen in person.
Let your heart step away,
nothing like a soul escape.

...a soul escape.

guit/keys solo.

I'm always hoping for someday.

I'm Always Hoping for Someday

The Man Comes Around

Happy Easter.
I always love to hear those little snippets of music in feature films under the heading of the ‘underscore’ or ‘incidental music.’ In just under a minute, I’ve tried to recreate an interpretation of Mary finding Jesus resurrected on that first Easter Sunday.

Tell us, Mary, what did you see?
On that traumatic road to Calvary.
Our saviour broken and torn,
To set us free - to be reborn.

For when the others had strayed and gone
You were blessed to soldier on
The first witness of Christ in his glory
The perfect completion of the Gospel story.

Great Amen

Track 6 – Profit in the Ashes💧

(Corporate Greed and the Epic Finale)

“Profit in the Ashes” is the devastating finale of the Water Wars EP, weaving together the threads of industrial, technological, and corporate water exploitation explored in the previous tracks. From rivers stolen for data centers and EV factories, to copper, lithium, and agricultural extraction, this track confronts the full scale of humanity’s environmental recklessness.

The lyrics are both mournful and furious, portraying a world where boardrooms profit while valleys, forests, and oceans suffer. Every dam, every pipeline, and every contract becomes a testament to greed, leaving communities abandoned and ecosystems shattered. Musically, the song builds from haunting whispers to sweeping, cathartic choruses, giving the listener a sense of both the enormity of the destruction and the emotional weight of its consequences.

As the closing track of the EP, “Profit in the Ashes” serves as both a warning and a call to action: a reminder that unchecked greed and exploitation come at a cost that no empire can repay, and that the ashes left behind are ours to inherit.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
The rivers whisper softly, their voices growing thin
The trees lean in to listen, as the drought pulls from within
A billion drops were stolen, for mansions on the hill
The fountains dance for no one, while the valley’s standing still

[Verse 2]
Boardrooms count their silver as the desert claims the fields
The earth is sold for pennies, every harvest now concealed
They pave the sacred meadows, they bottle what remains
And call it innovation while the planet writhes in chains

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Every promise carved in stone, every contract signed in greed
Can’t erase the dying soil or the thirst that we still bleed

[Chorus 1]
They profit in the ashes, they drink the rivers dry
They gamble with forever, and no one asks them why
They trade our children’s laughter for an empire built on lies
They profit in the ashes… while the living planet dies

[Verse 3]
From silicon and server farms to fields of shattered grain
The engines never falter, they demand and they drain
From copper veins to lithium tears, the price is always paid
By the oceans turned to deserts, by the forests set to fade

[Verse 4]
The water runs to data, to Teslas, tanks, and mines
To every glittering cityscape that leaves the rest behind
They hoard the rain in hidden lakes, they steal the mountain snow
And leave the world to hunger in a future we won’t know

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Every dam becomes a tomb, every pipe a shallow grave
No boardroom saves the rivers when there’s nothing left to save

[Chorus 2]
They profit in the ashes, they drink the rivers dry
They gamble with forever, and no one asks them why
They trade our children’s laughter for an empire built on lies
They profit in the ashes… while the living planet dies

[Bridge 1]
Whose hands will break the silence?
Whose voice will light the flame?
Or will we watch in quiet as they carve another name?
The desert takes the meadow, the wind devours the sea
They’ll own the final raindrop, but they’ll never own the key

[Verse 5]
A thousand towns abandoned, their wells and orchards gone
The earth becomes a memory, a ghost that we’ve drawn on
Their golden towers tremble, the sky begins to burn
And still they drink the silence, with no thought to return

[Bridge 2]
All the kings and all their crowns
Cannot buy a river back
When the last blue drop is gone
Only ash will mark the track

[Chorus 3]
They profit in the ashes, they drink the rivers dry
They gamble with forever, and no one asks them why
They trade our children’s laughter for an empire built on lies
They profit in the ashes… while the living planet dies

[Outro]
The rivers whisper softly, the echoes start to fade
No one left to answer for the choices that were made
A kingdom made of silver, a throne of dust and stone
They profited in ashes… and left the world alone


Profit in the Ashes

Beat Your Ass

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Curtain Exit Rafts - The Life Boat Illusion // Wits and Will

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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music written, played, produced, licensed, and provided by mobygratis.com

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vocal arrangement, production, final mix and drop by fictionalive

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artwork illustration handdrawn by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany

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Curtain Exit Rafts - The Life Boat Illusion // Wits and Will

A story floats at the threshold:
when the final act dawns and the stage departs,
what remains—apart from debris and myth—are the shapes we trust to carry us, and the mirages we hail as salvation.

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Waves of dialogue, fraught with farewells.
Could the curtain be a promise or a warning?
Are life boats just drifting hope, or cunning distraction—
an illusion at the edge of meaning?

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Sonic collages and lyric fragments—
echoes of rescue calls, shadows of exits rehearsed and denied.
Dive in, but mind the illusions.

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Let autumn’s wind signal the rise and fall—
the raft, the curtain, the story we choose, or the one imposed.
An odyssey begins in the hush between endings and departures:
Are we the drifters or the dreamers, hauling hope by wits and will?
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Curtains part as rafts float out—
illusions shimmer on cold horizons,
each lifeboat a question, each escape a test of resolve.
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Fragments of narrative adrift:
quiet chaos, survival fragments,
a passage lined with mirages where wit and will are the final oars.

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fusion of it all -
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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dropped
saturday, september 13th, 2025
time - 4 pm, tea time, central
european time zone
the water grows colder
the illusion persists

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Curtain Exit Rafts - The Life Boat Illusion // Wits and Will

Another Remix with the Fantstic Voice of  Conor Maynard
Recorded with Studio FL
Remixed by @delangio
Enjoy and Saluti @delangio

Dark Side of Life Remix With Conor Maynard-Delangio

On My Own

“Jon Skarin – March” is a heartfelt collection of compositions blending soundtrack atmospheres, classical influences, world music textures, and Nordic folk. The album moves between quiet introspection and cinematic intensity, painting a musical portrait of March — a month of shifting light, lingering cold, and new beginnings. A personal and immersive work made for deep listening.

Ragnhild Tregagås

Bit of a mixed bag of styles and genres…
consistently amateur and homemade though… and just for the fun of it!

Half the songs here are just me noodling away on my own… (using garageband on my ipad, headphones, and a couple of cheap old guitars).

…the other half are recorded during very occasional jam sessions with some lovely talented old friends, who bring my song ideas to life, spontaneously, usually one-take, having never heard them before.

hope you enjoy a song or two,

Kelvin

(by the way, I know I'm really not any good at mixing, mastering, production etc... I don't have any equipment or knowhow! ... so I think all these tunes will sound better on headphones 👍 cheers)

Some stuff spilling over into https://soundcloud.com/kelvin-and-friends-2

Where Did The Time Go? (Instr. Jam)

Kelvin and friends