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There was a time when I liked the mean streets.
Alcohol, the drugs, the pizzas.
Feeling I was getting somewhere fast.

But, all them times they were too risky
All them people nowt but piskies.
Nothing in that world is built to last.

Though alcohol stirred my emotion.
Held me back from true devotion.
Holds you back from any given task.

Kids they change things.
Life is savage.
All you wanted was no baggage.
Something has to give. 
It's really this or that.

The causes that you thought important.
Melt away with holy portents.
Honey drizzled, cold war, dazzled hearts.

And all the naying, saying, lovers.
Soft, warm legs underneath covers.
Couldn't help me now. 
That we're apart.

Your sky will never fill my pages.
Barely heard of all your sages.
Take a look for me.
Before we start.

Oh, up and down, and far below.
It's all the same to me, you know.
The portrait of an artist. 
Giving away all his art.

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.
oh, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.

We send the kids to school for learning.
Half an eye on future earnings.
Whatever will now become of me?

A spent and used up commissary.
Delivered on time just barely.
Why'd you give me sight.
If I can't ever hope to see?

Your machinations drove me crazy.
Doubled up. 
Accused of lazy.
Trapped by lack of sleep that I can't beat.

Who cares to dance? 
When all above.
The puppet masters strings are cut.
Here I am sitting. 
Won't you go and dance for me?

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Cause I am old.
Yeah, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
I'm just too old.

Their covid left me blurry, weary.
I was not like all the teary.
Pan bang, sap eyed, abide, pleasant chaps.

And all you worry wort, dag naggers.
In cahoots with the flag shaggers.
Ruined all my feelings toward the past

Your rules were made to be heartbroken.
Everything is bought with tokens.
How'd we get our foot off of the gas?

Money comes to cause it's mischief.
Always rooted for the sneak theif.
Boffins kinda gave me creeps.
Never gave me laughs.

I've no concerns about your Facebook.
Crushed the car.
But kept the log book.
Hushed. Momento mori. Fancy free.

You over-ruled me nationally.
Watched my family dilly dally.
Sleeping. Creeping. 
Further out from me.

Your anodyne, pontificating,
deals you are making with Satan.
How I wish you'd try to let it...
Let it wander free.

They rubber stamped your reliquary 
Fuck the rich, man.
They are lairy.
In the end.
Well, there... 
There is only me.

The Mean Streets

train platform scene

Hello.

Ka Li: @user-676607555

Lyrics:

[Patty]:
Change with touch
We change with touch
Not far enough
Not pushed far enough
Our lust and love faded anyways
Faded anyways it still faded anyways

[Ka Li]:
I just recieved your text
Said you can't come today
I'll text back and reply
But that was yesterday
You don't want me now
No i'm not okay
You don't love me now
No i'm not okay

I've been faded off this bullshit
You said you love me, left me so quick
Tell me how you need me
But then you'd leave me
You keep changing
I can feel it

[Patty]:
In the air
I swear that somethings changing
Quite far enough we're going through are phases
We're partly stuck, set in our own ways
Nowhere here is safe yeah nowhere here is safe
I swear we're stuck
Beat it in our heads
We can't find all the love
Everything was said
And i've had quite enough
We've had enough

Change with touch
We change with touch
Not far enough
Not pushed far enough
Our lust and love faded anyways
Faded anyways it still faded anyways
x2

CHANGE WITH TOUCH | Ft. Ka Li

This remastered album is the musical journey accompanying the harrowing events of Book 3 of "Hinter uns das Land" ("Behind Us The Land"), a poignant novel by Frank Talmon l'Armée. As the war closes in, the Feyerabend family, along with countless others, is forced to make the heart-wrenching decision to flee their beloved home in East Prussia. This collection of 16 tracks captures the emotional turmoil and the perilous journey that unfolds, painting a vivid sonic picture of a family caught in the midst of historical upheaval.

Book 3 plunges the listener into the chaos and fear of the final days of the war in East Prussia. The once-familiar streets of Danzig (now Gdańsk) become a haunting labyrinth of desperation and uncertainty as Inge and her family navigate the treacherous path to the harbor. The music reflects the growing tension, the ever-present threat, and the agonizing choices forced upon those seeking refuge. You will sense in the music the desperation of many refugees, but also their determination to survive.

The journey culminates in the boarding of the "Lappland," a vessel overflowing with refugees, all carrying their own stories of loss and hope. As the ship embarks across the vast and unforgiving Baltic Sea, the music evokes the vastness of the ocean, the precariousness of their situation, and the uncertain future that awaits them. You can hear in the sounds the inner turmoil of the characters: the children who do not yet fully comprehend what is happening and the adults who try to hold on to hope in the face of unimaginable fear.

From haunting melodies that echo the emptiness of a lost home to surging orchestrations that mirror the turbulent sea, this soundtrack captures the full spectrum of human emotion in times of war. Moments of quiet reflection are interspersed with powerful, driving rhythms, reflecting the resilience and determination of those who refuse to give up hope, although they know their lives will never be the same.

This musical collection offers a unique and immersive experience, drawing the listener deeper into the world of "Hinter uns das Land." It's a testament to the enduring power of family, the unwavering human spirit, and the search for peace amidst the ravages of war.

In the Shadow Of Hunger (LANDR remastered)

lucky to be 

talking about the cold cold wet winter    		
La Nina is promising to bring us this year   		
You say you don’t like wasting time on such small talk 	
But the weather keeps changing in such big big ways   	
And can you deny the size of those waves  		
Can not deny the size of these waves			

We’re shopping at Big Lots store closing sale
We’re looking for bargains on bargains on bargains
Its so much better than the zoo at the wallyworld
You won’t ever find me there on black Friday
But can you deny the size of those savings
You can not deny the size of those savings

We walked to MacDuff’s for a couple of beers 
We sat in the back while the band set up their gear
We snuck out the side door when they started to play
strolled home hand in hand under the moon in the sky
and can you deny the size of that satellite
I can not deny the size of that satellite
you can not deny
aren’t we 
Aren’t we so lucky to be 

I’m holding you tight under the covers
Here in my arms where you’re cozy and warm
And it doesn’t matter if it’s stormy outside
Here in my arms you can weather the storm
And can you deny the size of my love for you
Can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny the size of my love for you

Talking about the cold cold wet weather
La Nina is promising to bring us thing year 
You say you don’t mind the cold dark wet days
As long as together we can weather the storm
And can you deny the size of my love for you
Can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny
Aren’t we 
aren’t we so lucky to be
Yes we’re so lucky to be

Lucky to Be

"That Far Forgotten Shore"* by classical composer Jeremias Langsämmer is a breathtaking orchestral journey, blending the grandeur of Western classical tradition with the evocative melodies of the Middle East. This sweeping soundtrack piece unfolds like a memory carried by the wind, its layered strings rising and falling like waves on an ancient shore.  

Deep strings introduce the theme, their rich, resonant tones imbued with longing, before swelling into a rich tapestry of sound—warm cellos, shimmering violas, and soaring violins weaving together in undulating phrases. Beneath them, deep, resonant percussion and plucked Middle Eastern instruments, such as the oud and qanun, add texture and depth, evoking sunlit dunes and distant, forgotten lands.  

The composition moves through shifting tides of emotion, from hushed, introspective passages to bold, cinematic crescendos. A hypnotic, rhythmic motif pulses beneath the orchestration, subtly mirroring the ebb and flow of the sea. The harmonies drift between Western tonality and modal inflections, creating a haunting, timeless atmosphere—both familiar and exotic, distant yet deeply human.  

"That Far Forgotten Shore" is a soundtrack for lost places, for whispered histories and unseen horizons—a piece that lingers in the soul long after the final note fades.

That Far Forgotten Shore [Orchestral | Soundtrack]

90's inspire rock produced in Metro Detroit.

Look at you save the day pushing weary souls out of the way.
I guess I'm on my own.
It's not your call, it's not your lie. Excuse yourself from action all the time.
It doesn't have to be this way.
10 years of being sore. Leaves you wanting so much more 
Who will help you?

Cast aside the broken laws, and saddle up for one more cause.
Painting picture you want to see, like a bag of candied misery.
A can of whoop-ass it's all the same. Common sense is so mundane.
Learn the lesson. Who will save you?

Why try to help me when ribbons in your hair is all they see.
You're not the one that they deceive. 
Unmarked grave for one you love, viewing history from high above.
Above another moral line.
Dime store economists say salvation cannot exist.
Who will help you?

Cast aside the broken laws, and saddle up for one more cause.
Painting picture you want to see, like a bag of candied misery.
A can of whoop-ass it's all the same. Common sense is so mundane.
Learn the lesson. Who will save you?

And then we walk away. Honest wage and simple ways left behind.
And then we run away. You decide who will fly, learn the lesson.

Lessons

Written & produced by Helgar

Lyrics:
This is a story 
about two little boys
Who grew into men but 
never outgrew their toys

One crowned with power, 
the world just a game,
The other counting zeros, 
cruising down privilege lane.

Blind to the wreckage
deaf to the screams,
They gamble with lives 
while chasing their galactic dreams.

High as a kite, 
tricking markets, selling cars,
Trading our futures 
and planting flags on the stars.

Bullies in suits, pulling strings
Bullies in suits, and their gold-plated things

Behind velvet ropes, 
where truth is out of style,
They toast to control, 
with their cold-blooded, tangerine smiles.

Preaching about values, 
with cigars and a view
In their cash-stacked towers, 
but their empathy is long overdue.

Bullies in suits, pulling strings
Bullies in suits, and their gold-plated things

Feeding on fear, 
making nothing great again,
What’s a burning world 
to two little greedy men?

Privilege Lane

Hot Summer Day


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Composer of theatrical style music with influences from Gershwin, Tori Amos, Max Richter, classical music and movie soundtracks.  Composer and lyricist of SmallTalking - a new musical.  2024 Edinburgh festival fringe.  https://www.youdoyoutheatre.com/smalltalking

train platform scene

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