Mix/Master: Woods Studio

Additional vocals: Fog City Fogey

LYRIC
In the dreams I dream about you 
We’ve always time to spare 
And it seems like you’re about to
Tell me that you care

It’s the loneliest of feelings
To wake in the cold dawn
And the dream is gone
The dream is gone

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
When the morning arrives
With its first sunbeam
I go where the day takes me
But at night I can dream

In the dreams I dream there’s times when
Rain falls down in sheets
I can’t find a door to step in
As I walk the empty streets

Then you’re there to offer shelter
As you hold a raincoat wide
And I fold inside 
I fold inside 
Your raincoat wide

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
I lay down my head
And my heart pumps away
My body needs rest 
But my brain wants to play
It’s the world of the past
Sent out in a stream
I may be an old man 
But I can still dream
I can still dream
The dreams I dream

The Dreams I Dream

'just leave me alone' 

Single use & recycled: music
Scotty: lyrics, vocals 

Well I'm sittin' on my couch, contemplating life,
thinkin' if it's best if I just grab that fucking knife
and slit my fucking wrists. It's so hard now to resist
when all that does exist has led us all to this
fuckin' depressing state of man...err...woman...err...whatever you wanna be called.
Just leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
Alone. 

Well I'm standin' in my kitchen now,
feelin' agitated
as some useless motherfuckers need to feel congratulated.
I don't know what's goin' on anymore.
It's fuckin' depressing, the state of man...err...woman...err...whatever you wanna be called.
Just leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
Alone.

just leave me alone (with Single Use & Recycled)

The Pièces froides are two sets of piano pieces composed in March 1897 by Erik Satie. Unpublished until 1912 when Ravel played them publicly, they marked Satie's break from the mystical-religious music of his Rosicrucian and Gymnopodies period (1891–95), and were a harbinger of his humoristic piano suites of the 1910s. 

The title Pièces froides, translated as Cold Rooms or Cold Cuts, is a punning allusion to the dire poverty Satie experienced during his last years living in Montmartre. In July 1896, he had been forced to move into an unheated ground floor closet (he called it a "cupboard”. The space was so small that Satie's camp bed all but blocked the door shut, and on frigid nights he kept warm by sleeping fully dressed with the rest of his clothing piled on top of him.

This the second of the two cold pieces: Danses de travers (Crooked Dances)
1. En y regardant à deux fois (Give it a good look)
2. Passer (Go on)
3. Encore (Again)

Here i've arranged the original solo piano for 2 classical guitars, 12-string, celeste, woodwinds & strings.

cover art: Le Repas Frugal by Picasso

Erik Satie Pièces Froides

My favourite Hungarian song. I don’t speak Hungarian apart from knowing a few words, but  some of my ancestors were from Hungary so it was definitely an interesting experience for me to give this a try. I’ve also covered songs in several other languages, in case you’re interested, you can check out my playlist called “languages”. Thank you! :)

Omega - Gyöngyhajú Lány (my cover)

The Day The World Stopped

https://soundcloud.com/synline send me this wonderful instrumental, he also later on mastered and mixed this song. A Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along.

Artwork by Dr Carl Russell

New Roses

Just looking, looking, looking, looking
For the latest blooms
Just looking, looking, looking, looking
For the sharpest thorns

But that is…						
But that is no easy find
And that is…					
That is not an easy thing
Cos’ there is…					
Not any validity
And that is…					
That is just a misery

In the garden of new roses
Wandering hidden paths
Must move with some adroitness
Or getting tossed

Into the underwood
Growing not so very well understood…

Still picking, picking, picking, picking
For a little more attention
Still clicking, clicking, clipping, clicking
For some solid numbers

But that is…						
But that is no easy find
And that is…					
That is not an easy thing
Cos’ there is…					
Not any validity
And that is…					
That is just a misery

In the garden of neurosis
Wandering hidden paths
Ahh, must move with some more adroitness
Ahh, already getting lost

In the underwood
The maze gets bigger than understood
In the underwood…
Where the new roses stood…

New Roses (wt Synline)

A song about environmental pollution. 
https://open.spotify.com/album/4zdahPx0gMrOCf2gQonMWE?si=5wQYk7HtQC6CC03fOhdEJQ

Речка Жижавка

Paul Newhouse - Речка Жижавка

'clown redux'

music: Rentt
lyrics, vocals, art: scotty
 https://on.soundcloud.com/QJv6N4bvd11GGu6D9

I put my makeup on before I hit the darkened streets.
Frighten children passing, as I pick my trick for treat.
Lure 'em to my vintage van with puppies and candy,
then tie 'em up and gag 'em so they can't release a shriek.

Then I'll take them to the basement of an old abandoned house.
The fear that they possess is what makes me most aroused.
And when I've done my dirty work, I'll put that fire out,
and dump 'em in the woods, with their parts scattered all around.

Call me fucking sick, I'm just a product of this world
and all you fucking people, how society's unfurled.
Try your best to catch me. Do your best to understand. 
But for every one of me there's worse things done by 'the man.'

clown redux (one man verity show)

Beograd

the Emptiness Machine sc

Stämmor Före 1991

I have found my own song. ( 1984 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

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