Yeahh Nice cover man!!😊👌👌🔥🔥✨️✨️✌️

Huge thanks to Iano @Rosarius for the guitar parts and to Bruce on bass... 

Are you ghosting me? Is that your deal?
Is that what this is and how it feels?
And how the hell does that work for you?
Is there guilt, do you have no clue
How it feels to love and care and trust so much
And share your dreams and fears and such
When suddenly …. There is nothing

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Verse 2
Emptiness, no sound, no sights
A void once filled with excitement
The thrill of the pace and hunger
Their absence strikes me repeatedly
Not once, not twice, with every ping on my devices
Messages not from you scream the truth
You’re not coming

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Verse 3
I scroll sometimes through the words
Your wrote to me when you saw my worth
No warning of the savage cut
One day warmth, the next day none
Hours of laughter, not pretending
Now a story with no ending
And I swear that I'll delete them all but don't 
Once more succumbing

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

M8
What does that say about me?
That I could be such a fool
What does that say that 
You could be so cruel

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Vanished Without Trace

HEAVEN & HELL

Fire and Rain (James Taylor cover)

A man with a mission, like in the books you have read. (Lyrics below credits)

Words & Music: Graham Williams
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass & Percussion: Graham Williams

Our story begins many years ago,
On a moonlit night with the street lamps aglow
Enter a stranger, a tall man indeed,
He emerged from the station, looking hungry and lean,
Some saw him heading for the central cafe,
And later at the cemetery kneeling down to pray,
He continued his journey as the rain started down,
Not taking shelter like some misguided clown,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

He stopped only once to wring out his scarf,
Looking this way and that with a furtive glance,
Then in a phone booth he made a two minute call,
To whom, we must ponder the significance of it all,
He continued his journey and glanced at his watch,
The meaning was clear, no time to be lost,
So he quickened his pace looking up for a sign,
He was searching for something that can't be defined,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

He was approaching the dark house when events took a turn,
The man had to stop, maybe some doubts had returned,
He checked in his pockets to see if it was there,
But before he could be certain a sound shook the air,
It was the dead of the night when he witnessed the crime,
Though he thought he was mistaken and had misread the signs,
He heard several voices from the pool room inside,
But the shot that he heard was obscured by the 9:09,

And he kept on walking right down the road,
His collar turned up his face never showed,
All of the time he stared straight ahead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

A car headlight cast his shadow on a wall,
Though you couldn't see it then his face told it all,
There where signs he was weary and nearing his goal,
But alas there's no end to this story being told,
Where did he go on that miserable night?
Was he travelling with intent or running in flight?
All that we know is what we read the next day,
A man in his prime found dead on the highway,

He's no longer walking right down the road,
But his collar's turned up his face never shown,
All of the time he still stared but was dead,
A man with a mission, like in the books you have read,

They looked in his pockets but could find no ID,
Just a man with a mission who died mysteriously,
They looked in his pockets but could find no ID,
Just a man with a mission who died mysteriously.

The Man With A Mission

The Man With A Mission (Graham Williams)

Fake Smile

Written and performed by BBright (Wolfgang Schwarz)

Weißes Kleid

RETORCIDO - banda de Mar del Plata años 92/94
integrada por:Fabian cachu Spaltro-bateria,Guillermo Cerato-guitarra,Pablo di Giovanni-bajo,Berni Villar-guitarra y Christian Lisotti-voz

05-Hoy no hay

In Ages

Enregistrée à Saint-Lô (Normandie-France) le 27/04/2024

Translation below :
When the sunny days return On the squares and the courtyards
We see under the plane trees More than one group coming
These are the relentless ones, the happy bulomaniacs
We play this in fifteen points. We have to see with what care
We release our integrals
We throw a dildo that spins in the air
If it’s heads’: “To you Bébert!”
“Go ahead, Leon. Send the cork!”
 
A game of pétanque is fun
The ball leaves and hides Comm' at leisure
You aim at it and you miss Change your shot!
A game of pétanque is fun!
 
 
You must see the handsome Chichois In a silk shirt Flannel pants
The scarf, and the straw Folded over the eyes, He plays his material
With Titin or Pauleau. When he quarrels over a nice prize,
He said to him, mockingly if you are victorious Well! you will have his heart
If you're defeated baby, I won't tell you any more
 
It's especially in the shed that we indulge in the sun on Sundays
We get together with four or six For a blackcurrant vermouth We make several batches
Marius is there a little but his wife Rosa gets lost under the branches
Titin, who follows her tenderly, says to her: “Meanwhile, my darling,
We, in this corner, We will score the points! "

Une Partie De Pétanque (Cover old French song 1941) translated

This is a tribute track to my friend Jack Mdova who was on the same crew with me and the boys crazy gang we lost a soilder legend King
 R.I.P my friend 💔💔😭😭

Une Partie De Pétanque (Cover old French song 1941) translated

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