Verse 1…. [G] Your curly hair - has turned to [Am] silver
[C] Your eyes - no longer -  seem to [G] smile
[G] The world - weighs [Am] heavy on your  shoul-[D7] ders 
And Your [C] Silver Tears …  [C7] are hidin’ - deep  in-[Em]side


[C] Each step you take - seems like a [G] mountain
[C] Your silent words – [C7] tell me – that you’re cry [G7] in’
And Your [C] Silver Tears …  [C7] are hidin’ - deep  in-[Em]side
Please [D7] let me in –  I will drive them - all [G] away

Chorus:
And Your [C] Silver Tears …  [C7] are hidin’ - deep  in-[Em] side you
Please [D7] Let me in –   I will drive them - all [G] away
 [C] Your silent words – [C7] tell me – that you’re cry [G7] in’
[D7] Let me in –  I will dry - Your [C] Silver Tears

Verse 2 …. [G] I held your hand - to take away - the bur-[D7] den
[C] I wanted you to know - you can always lean on [G] me
[D7] No matter what it is – that you’re [C] thinking
You know that you can always - count on [G] me

Chorus:
 And Your [C] Silver Tears …  [C7] are hidin’ - deep  in-[Em] side you
Please [D7] Let me in –   I will drive them - all [G] away
[C]  Your silent words – [C7] tell me – that you’re cry [G7] ing
[D7] Let me in –  I will dry - Your [C] Silver Tears
So [D7] let me in –  I will dry - Your [C] Silver Tears

SILVER TEARS by Tony Townsend

A meme is an inheritable unit of culture as one follows the so called meme theory.. I wondered if there‘s something more ancient such as the origin of all ideas and feelings per se which nobody can remember of. but is a spooky, mysterious thing connecting all together. This song is a flow of images to create kind of a science fiction short film. Saying this I realize it might be inspired by Stanislaw Lem or Stanley Kubrick.

You will hear the song enwrought by different guitar tunes intermingling with an ocean drum and a Hungarian zither. Of course this track lives again from the beautiful additional voice of Lily of Snow ❤️. 

Somewhere hidden in white noise
there‘s a feeling inside
a hazy vibe in between the lines
waxed and waned by the turns of the tide. 

However we try to conceive it
We ain’t got no words for this
just a thought dispersing when you follow it
And all we talk is mourn the things we miss

Murmurs in the cosmic background
melancholia behind
encrypted somewhere beyond the void
it has always kept us entwined

However we try to behold it
We ain’t got no view for this
just a flash the moment when you blink your eyes
And all our talk is mourning for
And all we see is growing out of abyss 

It‘s the source but not the reason
It is all the doors standing ajar
It‘s the prospects but not the decision
You can evolve into whatever you are

However much we try to recall
we ain’t got no memes for this
just a dream that fades away when we awake
And all the talk is mourning for.      
(And all we talk is mourn the things we miss)
And all we sense is growing out 
(And all we see is growing out of abyss)
And all we do is fail to reminisce

But it’s a guide and not your leader
It‘s a map but it is not the course
It‘s a trip without a meter 
You can find a route and make it yours

And it is freedom without secession
It‘s the origin but not the fate
It‘s diversity but not dissociation     
Step in to whatever makes you resonate

Somewhere hidden in white noise
there‘s a feeling inside
a hazy vibe in between the lines
waxed and waned by the turns of the tide. 


(Words and music by Mark Korthals)

No memes for this

A soft wind blows and I'm delicate enough to feel it
Of the western rose you're the last one of the season
Brie keeps kicking herself for feeling
Left the light on cos your brain was reeling
Another piece down so it's all revealing
Watch how it grows from refracted things
Your belly's a home for a star we dreamed
I can't stop now cos the creams in flow
You're a primal force with a heart of snow
Wherever you are
We sing the same thing
Wherever you are
We sing the same thing

Cymbals in the back cos the trash has flow
Reaching for your hand like I'm doing up a bow
Melting on the ground cos I let it slip
You stuck around like you found something

Maybe I’m a someone in your life
It started with a day and it turned to night
Here you and I are conspiring thoughts
Now look at us folding up a cot
Glaciers wouldn’t melt
Meant it all in earnest but then it fell down
I couldn’t keep you honest but it seemed to work
When I think about your kisses my stomach starts to hurt
Held by the seven sealed doe
Rampant as a squirrel skipping through the snow
Keep telling you I mean it til you start again
When you catch a feeling
Ride it til the end

When you get the fine and the angels
Chime in their harmonies
Under your thumb
That is the magic devotion has given
I couldn’t trace the words but I felt the flow
I couldn’t look away but I caught the show
Sometimes a poem has the truth you need
But you don’t need to know a thing to write a poetry

Papa

Delicate

Malin Andersson - Island

While the World Burns

While the World Burns (Repainted) [feat. Helene Bøksle]

did you look here my love?

Lyrics:

I never found the right time
To say three words to you
With little strength the thumbs have left
Type out “I’m sorry, too”

Bubble looking blue, 
Somebody’s typing
That’s someone new
I’m undefining 
Unsend, undo
My buddy’s typing
Begging me to
Quit reigniting 

Three little dots,
They help me power through,
Three little dots
But none of them from you
From you
No message in the queue

I can’t replace the facetime
The sparkle in your eyes
The only one who’s staring back now
The selfie that no one buys

Bubble feels blue, 
Somebody’s typing
That’s someone new
I’m undermining 

Unsend, undo
My family’s typing
Begging me to
Quit sleepless-nighting

I thought I could let us go
You got underneath my skull
Replays on loop so slow 

I hope I can quicky grow
But the time upon my wrist 
Says nobody ever knows

Bubble’s still blue,
Somebody’s typing
That’s someone new
I’m kiss-goodnight-ing

If I check on you
My body’s typing
Can we take two?
All done gaslighting 

Three little dots,
They help me power through,
Those three little dots
But none of them are from you

Can’t erase the thought
Of missing my shot
I can’t connect the dots with you

Jonathan Schwartz -- 2024

Demo - "Three Little Dots"

Béatrice Te Guidera

BabyFace

【SistasanDRA] FREE STYLE Prod By Chameleon

This Silence Copyright 2024 by Mike Dampf & Becky Sora
Bass: David Leadbitter/ Flute: Becky Sora/ Photo: Becky Sora

There's many ways I failed you
there's many tears been cried
last year is best forgotten, you know why
but a fat, pink moon is rising over old Ashbridges Bay
and white swans are descending from the sky

We are just out walking
guess there's not much left to say
that first night's gently closing New Years day
that first star's us starting over
that still water is my love
that promise is a truth I won't betray

and this silence holds the three words
I won't need to say

Hmmm

This Silence

Writing songs and kitchen party playing with my many musical friends ... pretty much sums it up.

This Silence

Mike Dampf

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