Wild Christopher Lyrics & Vocal
Lydia BG vocals
Mike Music & Production
“Fool’s Gold”

Look into our future
Truth be told
Our love still shines
Though the tarnish grows
I’m seeking shimmers on the ocean’s floor 
Oh, what the hell you only live once you know

Not coming up for air today
(You’re) still digging in 
Yeah… I think I’ll stay below

Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding on to hope
To hope for your treasure down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s nothing but Fool’s Gold

Your love I can’t hold

Sending out a Save Our Soul
Though I know our chances are low
Deeper and deeper and deeper we go
But all we have to blame is -- this hope

Sinking deeper into the cold
What do I have to give up? My soul
 
Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding out for hope
To hope for your danger down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s nothing but Fool’s Gold

It’s a fool’s goal
I know…  I know…  I know… 
Your love I can’t hold
   
<Breakdown>

Fool’s Gold
But I’m still holding out for hope
To hope for your treasure down below
Below but I know…  I know…  I know… 
It’s fool’s gold
 
Your love I can’t hold
Your love I can’t hold
Your love I can’t hold

Lyrics written by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2022

Fool's Gold

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Piano Concerto No.3 (3rd movement) Op.36

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Wave Song (2025) Remastered

maybe it's just me, but the end of summer has always felt like someone suddenly flipped a switch and changed everything overnight. the light, the air, the mood, everything. of course, there's this spectacularly beautiful transition called indian summer in canada and north america, and simply "herbst" here. but the beginning of this magnificent end always feels abrupt to me. recently, it happened again. just like when I was a child, I felt a sense of melancholy, as if it were a permanent farewell. maybe for it will actually be that way. someday.

anyway, in 1981, I had the bizarre idea of writing a musical. I was attracted by the complex challenge. but, above all, it was because I had always been immensely impressed by the musicals of the 60s and 70s: just freaking divine melodies, usually too dramatic, playful and operetta-like for radio.

I got started and wrote a musical about mice (while in london someone way more talented was creating one about cats;-) of course, autumn had to play a role, with all the feelings I associate with it, which I also attribute to mice. scene: two mice sitting together, watching a beautiful sunset, one of them starts singing and dancing.

over the past 40 years, I have reinterpreted the theme of this special part countless times (just example in the case of massive curiosity: ( https://youtu.be/az0T2Uzkgk0?si=QLOK4hJ5i5GcsDbr ), but it has only now become a song with the vocals written once.

I’d also like to share the very first sketch on the subject, once recorded in my band's rehearsal room with a working text. we shared the room with a keyboardist with an unimaginable amount of money. this allowed him to afford things I secretly used for this recording: a brand-new wonder machine called the teac tascam portastudio 244 80s 4 track multitrack cassette tape recorder!!! a yamaha cp 70 grand piano!!! a korg cx-3 organ!!! and a roland tr-808 rhythm composer!!! absolutely insane!!! the rest is my “voice” and, of course, the strat.

And since I’m already at it, I created a template-free hip hop interpretation of the lyrics that more closely reflects my current mood, which is certainly age-related;-)

©music and lyrics written by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover and vocal performance by suno 4.5+

One last warm ray of sunlight.
reflected in the leaves' dance.
A flock of birds flies away.
A sky full of differences.

Nothing blooms or sparkles in the air anymore.
Only the weary scent of farewell.
Of all the strength that once was.
Now, only memories remain.

A quiet dying, piece by piece.
Looking forward, we look back.
To everything light and carefree,
that returned every morning.

as if nothing was ever too late.
Because time turns in circles.
in a boundless world,
where nothing lasts forever.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?

Colourful and enchantingly beautiful to this day.
A play of colours, no farewell.
One last warm ray of sunshine.
There won't be another one.

There won't be another one.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?


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I began composing music after reading 'Anti-Oedipus' by Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari. I do not claim to know whether the book 'caused' the music. And if it did, I do not claim to know why. All I claim to know, is that I was there when it happened. Whether I (or the book) had anything to do with it, is anyone's guess.

Piano Concerto No.3 (3rd movement) Op.36

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