Black Hole

Lonely People

Dangerous Assignment

3 hour flip. track selected by https://soundcloud.com/meorkat
Original track - https://youtu.be/Cf6KO6THkfg
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming

Loop Diggers Sunday Roulette Challenge 118 KAT'S KRATES VOL. 3 - S I G H _ N E A R

Lyrics, music, and photo by Linda Straub

I barely ever saw him,
yet he was always in my life.
He spoke to me words of comfort 
a man so gentle and so wise. 

No more a man of flesh and sinew,
set free from life's human form, 
his voice speaks loudly to me,
live, let go, no longer mourn or conform. 

Rise up, look around, be profound.
Chase down your dreams
and don't stop until you astound.


Step out of your own shadow
and you will find me waiting there
in every beam of sunlight, 
in every breath of air. 

Open up your mind to the possible, 
be not afraid to do and dare.
Step out of your own shadow
and you will find me waiting there. 

Rise up, look around, be profound.
Chase down your dreams 
and don't stop until you astound. 

Chase down your dreams 
and don't stop until you astound.


Waiting There (Original) by-

Music and vocals by Tanisha Jackland
Nanobox Lemon Drop

Little Black Matchstik Girl

No locks of gold she would have worn
Nor fair in skin she would adorn

Every time she rose to speak
No ears to listen how they sleep

No one cared for the girl with naps
How she read you like a map

She had issues with her self
All of them on a dusty shelf

For everyone to judge and see
Her human flaws plauging thee

With no one there to help her plight
Her body began to dim in light

when she died in dark and cold
No one knew her depth in soul

Who was a fire that warmed the old
A golden angel you would behold

Little Black Matchstik Girl

Written and performed by Josh McAlexander

I'm Coming home

I'm Coming Home (Original)

They called him MURPHY BLEEDING GUMS
he HAD FORGOTTEN THE SUN, 
the loving TASTE OF HIS MOTHER'S sauce
AND HIS FATHER'S ADVICE.
FOR 30 YEARS he'd NOT WATCHED THE NEWS
appetite for NOODLES AND the STREET FOOD
BETWEEN the FAT AND NOTES he devoured
he found himself alone
and blowing the blues
he wears those DARK shades AT NIGHT 
to hold the loneliness inside
as he plays in the club underneath the Detroit Moon
ahhh here comes RACHEL 
HAIR AS RED AS THE ORANGES OF SICILY, 
her EYES AS BLUE AS the sea
ohh the beautiful sea!
SKIN AS WHITE AS THE SNOW ON THE ROOFTOPS
in the Detroit city
BEHIND the BAR SHE MOVED LIKE A CAT, 
KEPT TIME BY DRUMMING WITH HER LONG RED FINGERNAILS, 
AND OH WHEN SHE SANG SHE SOUNDED LIKE A MADONNA 
TO THOSE POOR DEVILS IN THAT dimly lit CLUB IN DETROIT
(she's so beautiful) 
AND WHEN MURPHY PLAYED he DID IT FOR HER 
( play for me murphy)
and WHEN MURPHY PLAYED BETWEEN LAUGHING AND CRYING
(oh murphy baby)
ohhh THEY WOULD STARE AT EACH OTHER UNDER THE NEON LIGHT
never say a word, in that danky SMOKY PARADISE
( shhhhhh , shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
OF DETROIT
A STEP BEFORE DAWN and PEOPLE WERE LEAVING
RACHEL WITH REDDENED EYES SET UP at THE COUNTER
and MURPHY SAT AT A TABLE DRINKING A WHISKEY 
AS HE WATCHED HER WRITE POEMS he knew SHE would tear up
( tear up - oooh ) 
AND SHE SMOKED WITH HER EYES CLOSED WAITING FOR THE BUS 
AND FOR YEARS NEVER asked her, 
or FOUND THE COURAGE TO OFFER if she needed a RIDE
UNTIL that SNOWY NIGHT 
she was SHIVERING and needed a ride
murphy DROVE so SLOWLY AS IF HE NEVER WANTED TO ARRIVE
THE RADIO PLAYED CROAKING JAZZ TUNE
and SHE SAID "hey MURPHY HONEY YOU'RE much BETTER than this"
SHE LAID HER HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER AND FELL ASLEEP
(go to sleep baby)
AND AFTER A LONG TIME 
MURPHY SAW THE SUN AGAIN, 
A CHEMICAL SUNRISE UP IN THE SKY OF DETROIT
THEY ARRIVED HOME SHE MADE him BREAKFAST 
and ON HER PANCAKES SHE MADE A HEART, 
and BY AND BY 
THEY LEFT DETROIT

Murphy

Sk    Murphy    ( Testo di Anam Hermit & Sk)

A Slight Case Of Morning Agony

DONT KILL THE MESSENGER

i dont mind if you do the talking
i’m not a man of words
but come on let’s do some walking 
and dont fall down the stairs
i searched my pockets to find the token
building on what’s already there
and if it wasnt enough no i’m not joking
it was hidden beneath underwear

dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger

what falls apart sure needs some stitching
this cut looks pretty deep
why on earth do i feel so itchy
scratching until it bleeds
the damage done it’s never easy
but now it’s time to lower the shades
and i can’t stop, can’t stop complaining
this should never happen again
and i can’t stop, can’t stop complaining
this should never ever happen again

dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger

i dont no why you burst out laughing
i didnt get the joke
maybe i should do the talking
or just go for a walk
this is like a live broadcast
looping till infinity
and i can’t stop, can’t stop complaining
it should never ever happen to me 

dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
  
i dont mind if you do the talking
i’m not a man of words
but come on let’s do some walking 
and dont fall down the stairs
what falls apart sure needs some stitching
this cut looks pretty deep
why on earth do i feel so itchy
scratching until it bleeds
why on earth do i feel so itchy
scratching until it bleeds

dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger
dont kill the messenger

Don't Kill The Messenger

On indefinite hiatus.

Ali: electric and acc. guitars, bass, BFD2, production & mixes
Hans: acc. guitar, bass, vocals, songs (well, most of) & lyrics

[Cover Photo: Yovko Lambrev, CC BY 3.0]

Don't Kill The Messenger

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