Balance

such a creepy story that reflects our harsh reality, we slowly quack, fart, but continue to live)

Party Cringe ft. Barsuchok (free download)

Pacific Drift

misalignment of notes

Misalignment Of Notes

composition piano Tom Arnosch et arrangements orchestration willy moreno

Homeland / Tom Arnosch / Willy Moreno .

Vocal: Clara Alienor 
Chor: Elija, Clara, Michi
Lyrics in 'Mühlviertler' Dialect:
Im Frühling steck i di Samen in di Erdn
Im Summa schau i zua wie's imma größer werdn

Im Sock hob i kan Schilling
Dafür schenkt ma di Erdn a guates Feeling
Und donn fühl i mi frei wie a Rasta
Den Kopf im Gros und ohne Zasta
Jah love sing i wie a Rasta
Jah love is schena ois da Zasta

Im Herbst ernt i die Frücht meina Miah
Im Winta lab i mi donn am Gschmock von di Bliah

Im Sock hob i kan Schilling
Dafür schenkt ma di Erdn a guates Feeling
Und donn fühl i mi frei wie a Rasta
Den Kopf im Gros und ohne Zasta
Jah love sing i wie a Rasta
Jah love is schena ois da Zasta

Da Fronz kennt an Plotz wo vü Schwammalan san
Do brock ma a poar und schon samma Daham

Im Sock hob i kan Schilling
Dafür schenkt ma di Erdn a guates Feeling
Und donn fühl i mi frei wie a Rasta
Den Kopf im Gros und ohne Zasta
Jah love sing i wie a Rasta
Jah love is schena ois da Zasta

Di Bam und di Bluman fürn uns ba da Hond
A Oamasn mocht uns mit am Regenwurm bekonnt

Im Sock hob i kan Schilling
Dafür schenkt ma di Erdn a guates Feeling
Und donn fühl i mi frei wie a Rasta
Den Kopf im Gros und ohne Zasta
Jah love sing i wie a Rasta
Jah love is schena ois da Zasta

Schenkt ma die Erdn a guates Feeling feat. Clara Alienor

Music and Lyrics by Layna Claunch
Instrumentals and Vocals by Layna Claunch

Fight for the light      
Mine for the truth in darkness
Illusion takes flight
With reality’s face before it

Find the pure life
Truth’s grace is shining on it
No more in strife 
Discerning and learning from it

And the light is now shining It breaks through the clouds 
And your mind is expanding dispelling your shroud
Light has found you has  snatched you from death's dark embrace           
Free to fly in God’s love and to seek out his face

Fight for the light
Share truth and light with others
Guide them to home
Becoming God’s sons and daughters

Lift others up 
Courage to find the center
Of truth and light
God is their joy and mentor

And a light is now shining it breaks through the clouds 
See your heart is expanding dispelling your shroud
God has found you, has snatched you from death's dark embrace
Free to live in his law and rejoice with the brave

Oh, the joy
Oh, the peace
Oh, this light
Given to thee
 
Born in God's arms
Child of God now in covenant 
Loving his law
Trusting his righteous judgment 

Nothing before
Everything in his glory
Filled with his light
Singing to share his story

And a light is now shining it breaks through the clouds 
See your heart is expanding dispelling your shroud
God has found you, has snatched you from death's dark embrace
Free to live in his law and rejoice with the brave

Fight For The Light

Arrival

I’m in a hot spot
I’m feeling the heat
I’m in a hot spot 
Baby bring your lovin’ to me
I’m in a hot spot
Pull my willy 
As you spin me 180

You put the phone down 
I look to the sun
You put the phone down
Baby let me spank your bum
You put the phone down
I want to see 
As you spin me 180

I say good day lady
It’s a shame to miss
A golden shower
All the tongue and piss
I’ll wait 'til you fill back up again
And I’ll watch your frame
Then I’ll dance in yellow rain

You got me naked
You got me naked on the floor
Your strap on
12 inches long
Just how deep will you bore

I brought lube baby
I’m a slippery dude 
I thought I’d strap you to a chair
Where my fingers go
- You just won’t know
Will I suck or blow
I’ll make you moan -
While they’re circling around your lair 

We were 69 when you flipped me 180
I know you’re strong because I am weighty
You pound my arse until it is achy
We were 69 until you flipped me 180

180

I’m in a hot spot
I’m feeling the heat
I’m in a hot spot 
Baby bring your lovin’ to me
I’m in a hot spot
Pull my willy 
As you spin me 180

You put the phone down 
I look to the sun
You put the phone down
Baby let me spank your bum
You put the phone down
I want to see as you spin me 180

Bring the whip out darling
And then we’ll see 
Just how much you’re struck by me
I fancy you’ll be wet downstairs
When I show you why
Why holes come in pairs

We were 69 when you flipped me 180
I know you’re strong because I am weighty
You pound my arse until it is achy
We were 69 'til you flipped me 180

For those (like me) born in the late 1950s and raised in Milan in the 1960s, Sunday of derby (AC Milan vs. FC Internazionale) was the most beautiful and most feared day of the year.
As it's clear in the end of the piece, my team won the match that time (so many years ago ...)

Cover image: a card of San Siro stadium from 1965 (or thereabouts)

Sunday derby *

RPR08_89

Formed inside the singularity, (there was nothing else to do - or indeed time to do it in) The Corking Crack Band really burst onto the scene with the Big Bang. 
 Dormant through sheer ugly lethargy, they evolved their ideas inside the primordial soup: not, you understand, the same primordial soup that you evolved from - this primordial soup was of a much higher quality; You are minestrone to The CCB’s truffle infused lobster bisque.
   Having existed for millennia and absorbed the natural rhythms of the universe, alongside one or two narcotics (allegedly) they decided it was time to stop fannying around with simply existing and instead to get down to some serious rock. 
  Having then kickstarted their quarry project and ushered in the Stone Age, they discovered music. 
  Despite their early entrance onto the music scene, they take inspiration largely from the music of the Tweenies. The ever-changing roster of members, centred around a core few such as sometimes band leader Cuthbert Crack Band, they seek to emulate the CBBC legends in all their forms. That is, of course, when they are not fighting the malicious machinations of their evil nemesis supergroup, The Patchwork Pillocks, who are hellbent on destroying the world through the medium of catchy melodies and unusual time sigs that just really jam.
  The story continues…

180

The Corking Crack Band

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