l've been playing this a lot, love love it 😀

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The Comeback
Written, recorded and performed by Staypress
V1 
After years of silence there's no coming back
Into a world that's used to constant exposure
Your gonna start all over with a catchy track
But the world's not ready for this poseur
Ch
And there's a glimmer of hope with every brand new tune
This is the one that's gonna break on through
V2
There was a moment of brief success a few years back
Something tells me that fame has long passed by 
No one remembers about the ageing hack
With a  songbook full and a dream that's over
Ch 2
You could give up the ghost or write a banging tune
You could write it for them or just for you
There's a glimmer of hope with every brand new tune
This is the one that's gonna break on through

The Comeback

SoAfraid

Tag am Meer Acoustic ( 30 Grad & triebwerk produktion )

FUCK YOUR LEFT  AND FUCK YOUR RIGHT

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A Warm End

nachspiel

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "The Cats", which was published in A Winter Wish, Whispers Press, Chapel Hill, NC, 1977.

The song was created with the help of Generative AI (Udio.com)

Lyrics:

Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering
Flames of futility swirling below;
Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering,
Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow.

Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers,
Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun;
Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers
Streams of live fetor that rots in the sun.

Color and dream the, disease and decaying,
Shrieking and ringing and crawling insane,
Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying,
Jumbles of odor that stifle the brain.

Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal.
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon,
Screaming the future with mouthings infernal,
Yelling the Garden of Pluto's red rune.

Tall towers and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling,
Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber'd streets;
Bleak Arkham bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling
Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats.

Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal.
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon,
Screaming the future with mouthings infernal,
Yelling the Garden of Pluto's red rune.

Belfries that buckle against the moon totter,
Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac'd,
And living to answer the wind and the water,
Only the lean cats that howl in the wastes.

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