From the Album "Gravity"  by W. Dannemann,  played by Dannemann and Friends. 
W. Dannemann:    comp./ arr., all vocals, guitars, Dannemann&Friends: add. arrangement
Pee Gee           :    Lyrics

Yesterday Is Long Ago

Now the night is fading
The dawn is yet to come
A new day is waiting
All bad dreams are gone

Time to leave..you told me
In your own personal way
You made your point clear
Come back and make my day

There is a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long Ago
Today is now ..today is real
Yesterday Is Long Ago

They say that time will heal
The wounds if you can wait
Today is now.. today is real
Never ask ..is it too late?

Let us begin the dance
Whirling into the future
Taking another chance
Holding you tight forever

There´s a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long  Ago
Today is now..today is real
Yesterday Is Long Ago

There´s a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long Ago....................

Yesterday Is Long Ago ....

Yesterday Is Long Ago

"Whatever"is an '80s-style rock song. It talks about the world of disposable and temporary things we live in, where nothing lasts long enough to become real. Friendships, relationships, love — everything is plastic and fleeting. A time without memories.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

It’s just like that, the way I recall,
Blurred-out words, nothing real at all.
I hit the street, but I’m not there,
Can’t see you — green or red, I don’t care.
I walk ahead, try not to glance behind,
Where I go, you don’t cross my mind — that’s fine.
What’s gone is gone, it won’t return,
The future waits, no need to burn.
It’s gone, it’s done — no more glory,
The fire wipes out every story.
Time just moves, it won’t relent,
Chasing wins, it kills the present.
And memory? It fades, it dies,
Just disappears before your eyes.

++++++++++PORTUGUES

Tanto faz é um rock estilo anos 80. Fala sobre o mundo de coisas descartáveis e temporarias em que vivemos, onde nada dura tempo suficiente para se tornar verdadeiro. Amizades, relacionamentos, amores...tudo é plastico e passageiro. Um tempo sem memórias.

Tanto Faz

É bem por ai, é como eu me lembro;
Palavras difusas, tudo fake;
Descubro a rua e não me vejo;
Não te enxergo, verde ou vermelho;
Sigo em frente sempre tento não olhar pra trás;
Pra onde ando não te percebo, tanto faz;
O que passou, passou. Não volta jamais;
O futuro te espera, fica em paz;
Passou, passou, não tem mais glória.
O fogo varre toda a história.
O tempo sempre segue em frente, buscando a vitória despreza o presente.
A memória se diluí, se desfaz.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

Recorded in San Jose, Ca. Featuring Godin guitars.  Acoustic Bass. Violin solo. Acoustic Drum kit set. Percussion, Congas & Bongos. Drums & Congas played by the late Pepe Sabino r.i.p.

Spanish Winds

Falicia

Recorded in Modesto Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Flute solo. Acoustic Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Godin Acoustic Nylon Strings Guitar Rhythm. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Drums Acoustic Full kit set. Percussion, Tree Chimes, Rainstick, Nature Birds Chirping, Crickets.

Carmel

Nesting

This is actually the third version of the song. I felt the original idea I’d roughed out with the keyboard and computer could be more interesting. So I reworked the whole track again (twice) adding several ‘hooks’. These were some vocal ‘stabs’, some keyboard/synth riffs as well as writing ( what I hope ) is a more interesting bass line. I beefed up the drum section too. I hope the fun I had creating it is reflected in the overall vibe of the track. Having said all this, the question is: did it actually work? 


Get Up

One acoustic guitar track expanded with some effects

Expansion

Created with Music Maker Jam. (music and vocals). 

Dark Light

Another recent recording from the latest batch of songs. I think the instrumental Noobly created on this is stunning he makes it so easy for me to fit vocal melodies.
A song about not wanting to let go of the sun in a relationship that made it so hot and fire.
Nothing lasts forever and just like flowers we wilt and die eventually but must come back stronger next time and regain our bloom. 
Conscience Of Kings gives you …..

Sun In My Fist 

V1
You said you hate getting flowers because that’s a gift that’s already dying 
Maybe there like you and me but at least Im trying
Help me understand I’m suffering the way I am
I’m buried under this weight of you, not giving a damn

Ch
Holding the sun in my fist 
It’s burning a hole in my wrist 
The success & hope depends on this 
So while I’m holding the sun in my fist
It will stop me spinning spinning out on this 

I will stay quiet out here in the open 
And you can carry on pretending that you are coping 
Undercutting my compliments and being really assertive
It’s never been  your style or a form of flirting 

Ch

Lead break 
2.55
You make my good days even better 
You bring the sun into to my weather 
If only you could see yourself through my eyes 
Then you would realise 
That’s why I’m holding 
The sun on my fist x3



To stop me spinning out on this …..


Sun In My Fist ~ Conscience Of Kings

Deep Forest Planet

Five Feathers (Remix)

on your mark

get ready to

cannonball

into the blue



after swimming

sparkle all around you

catch the sound

breakers breaking



stop the boat

get ready to

pick a spot

to slip into



after swimming

as the sunlight bakes you

summer sips

on a sand dune



after swimming

after swimming

come swimming

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image by Leandro Crespi via Unsplash

After Swimming

I wanted to write a song about a sense of belonging, but not just about our place of birth since many people through circumstances of work, relationships and even political regimes find themselves making a home for themselves elsewhere. Sometimes we all need to know that we are wanted and welcome. Some places seem better than others at making people feel at home, by embracing a stranger without suspicion.

All that remains, 
Are the shipyard gates, 
And skeletal cranes, 
Of a bygone age, 
And a long-gone industry. 
You cannot live on heritage alone, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home. 

On New Year's Eve, 
Ships' horns distant sound, 
Echo another time, 
Heralds a new dawn, 
Uncertain and unfamiliar. 
You cannot live on history alone, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home. 

Reinvention, 
Regeneration, 
With a garden party, 
Our cultural city, 
It lives to fight another day. 
You cannot live on optimism alone, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home. 

So in exile, 
Some forty-five miles, 
Just like a prodigal, 
I return occasionally, 
Feeling proud and respectfully, 
I cannot stay far away for too long, 
Sometimes you need a place to call home.

A Place To Call Home

Dear listener, Feel free to leave comments and I'll try to reply.

I've been making music for around 16 years now but because of the wonderfully generous community that is SC, I have learned so much in a short time. I look forward to learning even more by collaborating. 
I suppose my strengths are in lyric-writing and singing. I feel fortunate to have been able to work with some stunning compositions by some very talented SCers.

My very best to you, Mark

Some links to recent Continental Collision streaming sites, etc are available below:

A Place To Call Home

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