Music inspired by the legends of King Arthur and the isle of Avalon ...

Between the Worlds II

Arthur's Dream

Esoteric poem about desire.
Lyrics:
Viens donc au Palace, dans ta combinaison zèbre ?
Où allons adorer le seigneur des ténèbres ?
J’aimerais vaciller comme la bougie sous ton souffle
Être ton métronome, ta moto, ta pantoufle.

La fée d’ambre des ferveurs sucrées et liquides,
Se cache dans les plis du temps, dorée et timide.
Tu t’étire comme une lionne au soleil du Ténéré
Je lustre tes griffes et pose ton verni préféré.


(Chorus)
Eclaboussé de sucre et d’étoiles,
Ton épiderme frémit et se dévoile.
Tendre lactescence lunaire fondante
Sous ta langue rêvée qui serpente.

Nos corps dansent et s’enlacent dans l’ombre égarée.
Je serais ta sorcière, à la bataille de ton mont sacré.
Egarons des soleils dans la réglisse de nos ébats,
Je me rendrai à ta force, à la fin de nos combats.

La ferveur de tes pieds sur mes épaules de lutteuse
M’enduit de musique dans la sueur simple et heureuse.
Je sillonne en percheronne tes champs de blé,
Belle des champ, nue sous les libellules salées.

(Chorus)
Eclaboussé de sucre et d’étoiles,
Ton épiderme frémit et se dévoile.
Tendre lactescence lunaire fondante
Sous ta langue rêvée qui serpente.

Viens repriser mes chaussettes de tes fils d’araignée.
Tes poèmes de lait vénéneux adoucissent la saignée.
Les messages en morse du marteau de la forge,
Me font fondre sous tes lèvres comme un sucre d’orge.
Sous tes lèvres, comme un sucre d’orge.
Humm, un sucre d’orge.
Humm, un sucre d’orge.
Un sucre d’orge.


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A worship anthem declaring that even when we can’t see the road ahead, He is still making a way. Rooted in Psalm 37:7–9, this powerful and uplifting praise song reminds us to trust, pray, and move when God says go.

The Way

Cast of characters:

Gaz Brownie — @user-755327533 — Gaz — vocals, vocal harmonies, lyrics, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – Warwick four-string fretless bass
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T guitar
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and piano
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– mix, production, and mastering

This song began by Gaz composing it and on his acoustic guitar, and singing his original lyrics over it. Gaz is a brilliant songwriter, lyricist, and singer, with whom we've worked before. However, this is the first song he's shared with us. He gave it to Ken first, who started the project and invited the rest of us to it.
  Ken, who was the originator of the project, was actually the second person to lay down a part, which he did to Josh's bass, instead of the other way around, as they usually do it. Stephen then came in and replaced Gaz's acoustic guitar with his silky smooth electric guitar. JJ got down on his magical piano and organ parts not long after Stephen added his guitar. 
  This was a somewhat uncomplicated process, as Gaz gave us a fully realized song to work with right from the start. Tez sealed the deal with his expert production to cap it off, too.
  As mentioned, this is our second song starring Gaz, and we're very grateful to him for sharing his magic with us. We're all looking forward to working together again in the future, too. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
Original lyrics by Gaz Brownie:
V1
Im drawing the conclusion that 
Im just being polite 
And questioning myself is it me our are they right
I’m feeling a little angry hope it’s not out of spite 
Is just a reaction to this uncomfortable night 

Chorus 
When did the world stop listening 
When did the world stop listening 


V2
As we compete for space to try & speak
Everyone’s on journey on a bus to shit creek
With condescending story’s of their bad & awesome week
And I’m working on finding just a better style of technique 

Chorus 

V3
I avoid catching that struggle bus 
Don’t wanna be part of my problem and be misunderstood 
What are you looking at is there something you wanna discuss 
I push his   face up the window cause I’ve had enough 

Finish on a chorus

When Did The World Stop Listening (Eclectic Collective with Gaz Brownie)

the other day my wife carina (cover pic from early 80s of a party-filled stay with friends somewhere in denmark) asked me why I didn't publish something positive again, something just uplifting without dramatic depth. otherwise, people might think I'm a gloomy sceptic, a notorious nihilist and a pessimistic misanthrope, which personally wouldn't bother me that massively;-)

but of course, she's right, and always being a sourpuss gets boring. so, the album ‘retrospective future’ which was originally intended to be a trilogy is now getting a fourth track: a song originally titled “was ist das her?”, which I wrote around 20 years ago with duet voices in my head – at a time when I thought the previous 20 years were an incredibly long time. interestingly, from today's perspective, I feel no significant difference between 20 and 40 years. however, it's a look back not with a tear in my eye but with a smile in my heart. 

tech: the only way to translate the lyrics so that they still fit the composition, and, above all, the original vocal rhythm was to paraphrase some phrases. I hope all native english speakers will forgive me for any mistakes. 

drilling the rhythm of singing with its pauses and emphases into the AI was surprisingly elaborate, despite the uploaded template. for something called 'intelligence', the machine is still incredibly stupid.

but all the work was worth it because the result is very close to my vision. even if it remains a digitally simulated sketch.

all that remains is to wish you all a wonderful weekend, and to send our deepest love to our dearest friends gary and terry, who are going through a really difficult time. you are the best – and always in our hearts!

https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs/a-mountain-message

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

After Party we still were dancing
While the night went off we never stopped
As the sunrise hit our faces
And we felt the world was ours on top

We were running, were rushing all night
Laughing loud like nothing could go wrong 
Every heartbeat felt like a star flight
And we wrote our dreams into the dawn 

So long ago, but we still know
The way those nights could heal us so
A distant light, a fading glow
Yet in our hearts it won’t let go

All our worries drifted away, hey 
We were floating high above the ground
Every moment a holiday, yay
And nothing held us, nothing tied us down

We had sworn that we'd never land, and
We'd keep dancing never asking why,
Dreams for living and life for dreaming
Too young to fall, just made to fly 

So long ago, but we still know
The way those nights could heal us so
A distant light, a fading glow
Yet in our hearts it won’t let go

So long ago, but we still hear
The quiet songs that led us near
A sweeter time, untouched by fear
Still echoing though none stay here 

So long, Ago

So long ago

Hey…. So this is a little Blues tune about days gone by in the life of a guitar picker. It is a new version of an old song, with some new lyrics, way more decent vocals (man, I had pushed my gravelly vocals to the limit on the original. Which contained the essence of the moment, but was musically flawed.) Since I don’t have a bass guitar or a drum set, I used my acoustic guitar for bass, and a keyboard for drums. (The keyboard sounds better than me banging on whatever on some of my previous songs.) I am losing the ability to solo on guitar as I age, as can be heard on this, but my big mouth (vocals) are holding strong. The lyrical theme is an amalgamation of two distinct periods of my life. Military service and college in that sequential order. In college, I was walking out to my car in the parking lot, late one night, when I saw these dudes jump out of a dark sedan in the lot. They began smashing car windows and stealing whatever they could. These college dudes coming back from a late night party tried to stop them by yelling, as they drove by, and one of the dudes from the sedan pulled out a handgun and began shooting at them as they went by. Suddenly, a bullet wizzed by my head. I heard it whistle. I just stood there in the darkness, as if my life had just flashed before my eyes, taking it all in. I watched as those dudes jumped back into the sedan and they sped off, tires screeching. They turned onto the access road nearby with their lights off, heading in my direction. I looked and saw a cinderblock within reach and thought to myself that I could easily pick it up, walk over to the road and throw it through their windshield, what being the hero that I am. (That was part of my military training). They had no idea I was there. Hahahahaha…… but I quickly decided now was not the time for such things being a college student as it were. So I just continued walking to my car and ended up hanging out with my college compadres, in the parking lot, as we rehashed the incident while looking at all the smashed car windows and stuff spilled onto the pavement. I was glad I had such an old, beat up looking car, with nothing inside. Anyway, I hope you like this song. Mark

Life Of A Guitar Picker

LYRIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/m9FO6rO_8hE?si=3Cs9fsmZ51OU70vv
This Song can Happen when a girl ponders & weeps over the state of the Human Species ~~
Happy Holidays 2025 !!!
Hope Everyone Likes :-)
©2025 Donna Dior


STARMONY

The song narrates a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. It's about finding one's true value, healing from past struggles, and liberating oneself from social masks and the need for external approval. The lyrics celebrate authenticity and resilience, using the metaphor of a "river of divine light" to describe a free and powerful inner self that finds peace in its own truth

Invulnerable.

contentment, gratitude, and humility are not necessarily among the central sentiments of our time, nor are they at the forefront of modern human nature, which constantly strives for improvement of whatever.

as soon as we have achieved something specific, we are already looking for something next, like inhaling and exhaling, only to inhale again, and so on. that’s the way we pass the time, and time passes.

interestingly, when I was a little boy (at a time when life is still so full of questions and mysteries that you dare to ask the naivest questions), I loved to hold my breath and imagine what it would be like if life were one long, uninterrupted breath?

sometimes I still ask myself that question today, like recently during a walk on a wet and cold december evening. 

I watched the colours and lights of the city, doubled in the reflections of puddles and rainy streets, and observed the bustling activity of passers-by scurrying restlessly back and forth: infinite heaps of important, urgent, pressing, pleasant, or less pleasant things in all our minds that need to be done, like the next breath or the next heartbeat.

I held my umbrella to one side, looked up at the deep black sky with its dark clouds illuminated schematically by the city lights, felt the cold raindrops like fine ice needles on my cheeks, and held my breath. just for a short carpe momentum. then I walked on, because I still had something to do...

I wish you all a relaxing pre-christmas weekend with special or not-so-special moments to simply stop time. even if it's just for a breath.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers (original title “night walk” 2015), instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5


I wander the streets where the dusk softly bleeds
Cold rain on the stones tracing half-forgotten needs
Faces stream past with a gravity grim
As though the whole day slipped away on a whim

Old hearts and young ones, the timid, the bold
All of them carrying storms in the cold

If fire from the heavens fell sharp through the air
We’d freeze with a look caught between wonder and despair
But I tip my head upward, let the cold diamonds spin
One breath, and I feel what strange fools we have been

We hurry through moments too fragile to name
Blind to their shimmer, then searching for blame

If fire from the heavens fell sharp through the air
We’d freeze with a look caught between wonder and despair
Yet here in the rainfall, the world feels akin
One breath, and I’m certain what fools we have been

We idiots

Wediots

The boy never destined to be king

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Radiohead - Creep (Schoolband)

Cheeky, sassy, kinky and playful songs exploring several styles and themes: grunge, bossa, pop..
I write the lyrics and poetry you can find here, unless mentionned otherwise. Sometimes, I compose music and play the piano. When I use AI for the music, I mention it in the tags.
I'm open for collabs with singers, poets, writers or composers looking for a lyricist.

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