There are people in the world
They live in reserves and they are fighting again
We don't know the pain
They still have a dream
They are people to kill

No one remembers that this is their land
No one remembers...Indians

There are people in the world
They live in reserves and they are fighting again
We don't know the pain
They still have a dream
They are people to kill

No one remembers that this is their land
No one remembers ...Indians

They're living
They're hunting
For freedom they're fighting
So this is ...stolen land
This was the fate of the Indians

No one remembers that this is their land
No one remembers ...Indians

They're living
They're hunting
For freedom they're fighting
So this is...stolen land
This was the fate of the...
They're living
They're hunting
For freedom they're fighting
So this is...stolen land
This was the land of the Indians

Light Years Away

Stolen Land

Stolen Land - Light Years Away (2021)

This song was made in one weekend for a twitch track battle.  I always love these because they get me working with other artists and producers in genres that I’d otherwise never have the opportunity. 

Concerned friends - no, I’m not sus lmao. I love my wife missindy with my whole heart, lyrics are just kind of a weird RP to fit the instrumental vibe.

Caught (prod. Gogglez & trevsindy)

La mecha

La Mecha

Genre : Folk 
Composer : Karl Heimgartner
Author : Karl Heimgartner
Artist : Karl Heinz – Heimgartner
contributors: Andy Steinbeck from Switzerland  ( Harmonica )
Language : English 
Mixing and mastering - www.beatsedit.com/
www.karlheinzheimgartner.com

Title: My good Father
1.
My father was a funny man. I had a lot of fun and joy with him.
We walked a lot in the forest.
We enjoyed the nature and the smell of the trees. Yes it was nice.
2.
My father likes to play Harmonicas songs.
I loved listening to these songs and singing along.
Yes, my father a funny and a dear man.
Yes, my father a funny and a dear man.
3.
Sometimes my father wasn't always funny.
My Father Was a good man, was a good man,
we miss him.

3.a
Sometimes my father wasn't always funny.
I had sometimes a hard head, i didn't always do what
my father wanted.
4.
Our mother and siblings loved our dear father.
He was a very kind, funny man.
Yes a friendly funny man.
A friendly, funny man.

My father was a good man 
My father was a good man 
My father was the best father 
My good father

Production:  Mix and Recording Home Studio
Karl Heinz - Heimgartner
Harmonica  : Andy Steinbeck  from Switzerland 
Dat: 29.05.2022 – 04.06.2022

Andy Steinbeck was a band leader from our first Andy Beck Combo and Duo Sunshine until 1978 - 1985.
He has remained a good colleague and we are still in contact to this day.
Andy has been active again performing live music with his band "Andy's afterwork jammers" at his retirement age for 4 years.
We also do online productions when we have time.
Andy Steinbeck also had a very good relationship with my parents and my siblings.
That's why he used his harmonica when I introduced the song "My good Father".



http://karlheinzheimgartner.com

My Good Father

Maple Syrup

https://youtu.be/eH0Kaof0N4Y

Dedos de pan, es una extraña Rumba Flamenca Rock, cuya letra se inicia con un dicho popular, y luego desarrolla conceptos inspirados en el libro El Profeta de Khalil Gibrán, y en el estribillo repite dedos de pan, idea tomada de una fotografía en la que se observa a Pablo Picasso sentado a la mesa, con las manos colocadas de tal manera que sus dedos parecen ser panes puestos en la mesa. Todo eso fué inspiración para esta querida canción que compuse allá por el año 2003

Dedos de Pan

Una semilla es la sonrisa que crece en el corazón y florecen en los labios. Una semilla de tu sonrisa es lo que busco hoy, y germine en mis manos. Dedos de pan, para alimentar la libertad, y poder hallar alguna verdad que me ayude a seguir vivo. Dedos de pan, con aroma y sabor, para alimentar en el alma el color, que va a desatar la locura de mi sueño. Y en la mañana cuando despiertes, sabrás que el mundo sigue vivo y desea amarte. La tierra y el viento, anhelan tu cuerpo, desvestido el corazón se hace mas bello. Y una caricia, con fantasía, nos puede salvar del dolor y el sufrimiento. Una sonrisa de tu semilla es lo que quiero hoy y germine en mi cuerpo. Dedos de pan...

Bread Fingers

A seed is the smile that grows in the heart and blossoms on the lips. A seed of your smile is what I am looking for today, and it germinates in my hands. Fingers of bread, to feed freedom, and to find some truth that helps me stay alive. Fingers of bread, with aroma and flavor, to feed the color in the soul, which will unleash the madness of my dream. And in the morning when you wake up, you will know that the world is still alive and wants to love you. The earth and the wind yearn for your body, undressed the heart becomes more beautiful. And a caress, with fantasy, can save us from pain and suffering. A smile from your seed is what I want today and germinate in my body. Bread fingers...

gustavo javier nuñez
Todos los derechos reservados
IAM-gjn-08102977



EL PROFETA

As if in a dream.
We walked our summer days out.
Through the trees. 
The dapples danced around our shoulders brown.
We're hanging out in brine.
Still, we shine.

As if in a dream.
We went our separate ways one Saturday. 
The shadows lurked and fairly bounced behind. 
We've got no time, you know. 
Say it ain't so.

Hold me, slowly. 
I'll chase them all away.
Say no more. 
I'm going.
Never planned to stay.
In the way.

As if in a dream.
We never took our chances.
Slim, though we, could never see.
Through a dream of trees. 
Just out of reach.
A potent preacher spake.

As if in a dream.
We never learned the dances. 
We coulda danced.
A happenstance or happenchance.
Took it away.
A miserable day.
For a cold embrace.

That's it... I'm folding,
Not holding anyway.
This alters nothing.
It's going that way.
I meant to stay.

As if in a dream.
There's just an endless stream of handing out.
Acquiring clout, roundabout.
A nervous man has the loudest shout.

As if in a dream.
We walked our summer days out.
Through the trees. 
The dapples danced around our shoulders brown.
We're hanging out in brine.
Still, we shine.

Hold me, slowly. 
I'll chase them all away.
Say no more. I'm going.
Never planned to stay.
In the way.



As If in a Dream

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Ashes to Ashes

Simon's Song

Oh my Love!
Oh my love, why do you cry for me my love
and all that I want is here
haven't I made it clear?
now and then oh I get the feeling that you pretend
your happy when you are sad
hurt and feeling so bad

and why must you try so hard?
why haven't you learnt so far?

When we've been through some bad times
lived all the lonely nights
so how come your feeling this way?
and we'll be here together
forever by your side
now listen to all that I say

Times not real, with you in my arms
and I can't conceal, these feelings I have are so right
so Darling dry those eyes!

For you know that I cared from the start
and I give nothing less than my heart

And we've been through the bad times
lived all the lonely nights
so how come your feeling this way
and we'll be here together
forever by your side
now listen to all that I say

Oh my love, why do you cry for me my love
when everything you need is here
haven't I made it clear?

Andrew Smith: Song writing/Music, Mixing

Oh My Love!

“It’s a fine line between tough and dumb.”

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