Coups de cœur étrangers 12

Ladat’s Support Jul’25 vol.1

Victorious Military Patriotic Anthem is a hymn to the human abilities, bravery, greatness of the human spirit and love for the Motherland!

Epic, powerful and nostalgic. This beautiful orchestral piece serves to remember those who served for their country to protect their homes and who they love. It starts as just strings, but then a countermelody is played by a piercing violin. The trumpet and french horn join and then with them the snare drum giving it a military air.

This piece is perfect for any piece of media where you want to convey strong feelings of national pride or touching emotions to remember those who sacrificed so much for our freedom.

E-Dur; 4/4; 70 bpm

Victorious Military Patriotic Anthem

Are we all guilty of contributing to global pollution?

Lyrics
Guilty, a crime we  all commit, without thinking  
Poison, the sea, the land, our selves, nowhere to hide

Guilty, as charged, I know I played  my  part 

Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Throw away, don't do it
Throw away
Don't do it

Drifting, shadows lost and cold, trapped in a  heart of 
Poison, the waves pass round and round, nowhere to hide

Guilty as Charged

She was looking for that special someone, he was looking for a cheap night of fun.
That’s how they ended up together at the Dew Drop Inn.
A roll of quarters, a jukebox, and a bottle of gin.
He played all the songs by Blake, Luke and Brad. 
She sang along, and she was singing, oh, so bad.
He didn’t care how bad she sang, he kept her drinking till dawn.
A cheap motel, a rendezvous, and her soldier was gone.

Two months later, she’s thinking,”What can I do?”
“He’s been deployed, I’m sitting here, red, white and due.”
Can’t tell her daddy, he would hold her to blame.
She’s not sure she can remember his name.
Lost and alone, crying in the park, she has no clue.
No cash, no hope, just red, white and due.

INSTRUMENTAL

Her daddy took it hard, he kicked her out the door.	   	
“Get out and stay out, and don't come back no more!”
“You’re gonna ruin my reputation, and slander my good name.”
“Another drain with no last name, it’s always the same.”
Eight months later, she’s got her back to the  wall.
She’s feeling hopeless, no one seems to care at all.
 Can’t tell her daddy, he would hold her to blame.
She’s not sure she can remember his name.
Lost and alone, crying in the park, she has no clue.
No cash, no hope, just red, white and due.



Red, White and Due

Who Can't Move On

A dark and epic Middle Eastern composition driven by thunderous drums, eerie synths, and haunting non-lyrical female vocals. Ethnic strings, led by the expressive kemence, weave through layers of tense percussion and brooding atmospheres.

Sandstorm Rising

the eyes are so important when you look into anothers,you can be in love or dislike but the eyes tell a story Jigs Tripping Music and Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals are really working on originallity and different scapes,mixed vocals at ramrod studio in Sydney with Herman Covacs jigs tripping Art

Iris Eyes *collab Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals+Jigs Tripping music art

Spotify 

Takeover

No One at the Disco

She left a note on the table; not sorry that we tried.
Sure, we had a good time, but things change on a dime, and I thank you for trying.
That was the last time he saw her. That was the last time he cared.
Just another excuse, but with so much to lose he simply refused,
You do what you can, but sometimes a man runs out of plans.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need is another plan.

His downfall was his compassion. Seemed that he cared way too much.
He worked hard to attract, he expected that back, was that too much to ask?
He thought she might have been bluffing. He thought she’d come back again.
But she never returned, he was lost he was burned, and the lesson he learned
Was that you do what you can, but sometimes a man runs out of plans.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need is another plan.

Sometimes it seems all your hopes, all your dreams
Have been crumpled and thrown in the trash.
Don’t give up yet, just don’t forget the plan.

Sometimes you think it’s all under control but then it turns into dust.
Sometimes you question what that’s all about. Maybe forget how to trust.
Sometimes it seems like you run out of steam, just don’t think you can.
But sometimes all you need - get cut and learn how to bleed.
Sometimes all you need is another plan.



Another Plan

„Time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.“

Background: soft container crackle, steady rain on metal

"I am Cell B. Not an artist name. Not a metaphor. Just reality."

I live on a trailer site, deep in decay. Among rusted staircases, watering cans, and people who say they’re sick when they’re just tired. I’m sick. Really sick. I have B-cell lymphoma. And still — or maybe because of that — I’m here. Fully present. With Murschel, my cat. Coffee. Cigarette. And the rain, which hasn’t stopped for four days.

This isn’t a book about hope. It’s not a cancer guide. Not an emotional appeal. It’s a spoken memoir of reality, with music you can read to. 25 chapters. No storyline arc. No happy ending. But every line is lived.

Decay speaks to me. And I speak back. I found home in things no one wants to keep. And time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.

Schwellenwind. It begins now.

New episode every Sunday. You coming with me?

This is the full book — each chapter paired with one track of music. No publisher, just eyes and ears. No money, just time and sound.

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Intro-Folge: Schwellenwind – Kapitel 0

Hintergrund: leichtes Containerknistern, Dauerregen auf Metall

"Ich bin Zelle B. Kein Künstlername. Keine Metapher. Einfach nur die Realität.

Ich lebe auf einem Bauwagenplatz, mitten im Verfall. Zwischen rostigen Treppen, Gießkannen und Leuten, die krank sagen, wenn sie müde sind. Ich bin krank. Wirklich krank. Ich hab B-Zell-Lymphom. Und trotzdem – oder gerade deshalb – bin ich hier. Voll da. Mit Murschel, meinem Kater, Kaffee, Zigarette, und dem Regen, der seit vier Tagen nicht aufgehört hat.

Das hier ist kein Buch über Hoffnung. Kein Tumor-Ratgeber. Kein emotionaler Appell. Es ist ein Hörbuch über Wirklichkeit, mit Musik zum Lesen. 25 Kapitel. Kein Spannungsbogen. Kein Happy End. Aber jede Zeile ist gelebt.

Der Verfall spricht mit mir. Und ich mit ihm. Ich habe Heimat gefunden in Dingen, die keiner behalten will. Und die Zeit läuft nicht davon – sie steht einfach nur im Regen.

Schwellenwind. Jetzt beginnt’s."

Neue Folge jeweils Sonntags. Willst du mitkommen? Hier kommen Auszüge aus dem kompletten Buch mit allen Kapiteln und jeweils ein Track mit Musik dazu.
Kein Verlag nur Augen und Ohren - kein Geld nur Zeit und Ton.
Ich freue mich. Mein Geist freut sich über die Entkoppelung von Leistung und Geld und containert lieber. 
Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag.

Kai-Uwe

kolkhorst 2025

Schwellenwind

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

Minnesota based Singer-Songwriter. Collaborates with musicians all over the world and specializes in singer-songwriter, indie-folk, pop, soundtrack, and Broadway.
Collaborations: LemonHeadJams@gmail.com

Who Can't Move On

Lemonhead