Fender Squire Mini guitar
Yamaha Bass
Korg N364 workstation
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone

You Better Beware the Sax Maniac

By My Window

This a companion track to "Stay the F--k Out of Ukraine" uploaded in 2022) Let's not become desensitized to all the destruction and human loss at the hands of the Russian Invasion of Ukraine. Over 3 years of sustained violence with some of the heaviest drone and missile attacks being being  this week with attacks on civilian centres - Apartment Buildings, Neighbourhood playgrounds, Schools, Hospitals, Transportation centres/routes, Power generation . Wanton destruction. Mass graves. ICC, where are you?  Slava Ukraini. Putin could end it all as easily as he started this, faster than Trump claimed he could end it. LEAVE! and pay for all the damage in property and human lives wasted needlessly. Time for the Dinosaur of the old USSR  to go.

Lyrics:

Dinosaur 

Сволочь (You B******d)
Stop your shooting…Mr Putin…stop your shooting…( now!)
I bet you were a lonely child
Pulling legs and wings off flies
You cannot hide the dead behind your eyes
I bet you got no love from Mummy
Never even loved a woman
What you gunna get you will deserve
With malice towards none and charity for all  (Lincoln)
But you got malice towards all and charity for none
Stand your citizens in a line
They believe your every lie
“Tactical manoeuvres?” …my ass!
You wanna shell every woman and child
Then you threaten to vaporise
Leave them just shadows on the wall
You’re a dinosaur (x6)         …you should be extinct
You’re just a school-yard bully
Out of state and out of Country
And if we say the word “war”…ya gunna slap us all in chains
Stop your shooting…Mr Putin…stop you’re shooting now! (x4)
прекрати стрелять  (stop your shooting) 

Wigmore: Music and Production, additional vocals
Allen : Lyrics, Guitars, Bass. Vocals:

Dinosaur (Stop Your Shootin Mr Putin)

This instrumental track, performed by GOLTZ (Gunther Benedict-drums, Christoph Musil-bass, Mario Palaschke-keyboards), is the result of a nightly improvisation that started out in search of some musical idea but quickly developed a desire for swing.

Claire

On The Sea

“St. Anger is my favourite Metallica album. For this song I had so much fun being creative and leaning into the sound and spirit of that record. The lyrics are inspired by an experience I had following a caffeine detox; I accidentally ordered regular instead of decaf, which led to an afternoon of the shakes and shivers. st. caffeine = frantic.” 

st. caffeine = frantic. 

Adrenaline right to the heart
I’m circling the pain 
Sweating and blood rush
Attention electrified 
Meeting my match and feeling my pain 
An earthquake inside

A shot takes me
It makes me sick
A devils kiss from from this hit
(caffeine = frantic.)
A puncturing wound from the mud
Hanging on to its grip 
caffeine = frantic.

Holding it inside
I won’t go back again 
Caffeine intake
My shell here remains
Pollution
So toxic
A torture
A lesson from my mistake
This wrong order 

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

st. caffeine = frantic.

Where are U?

Everything is gone

Korg Gaget track on ipad. 
I mixed this on the internal ipad pro speakers..
This is kindof like an electronic music rhapsody ;)

Deep Dive

Cette chanson parle des nuits blanches que les accidents de la vie nous font passer . Quand notre lit devient trop petit pour ces sombres pensées et que l'on va dehors pour essayer d'oublier...
This song is about the sleepless nights that life's accidents cause us to endure. When our bed becomes too small for these dark thoughts and we go outside to try to forget...

Composer/Keyboard : Régis GAUBERT https://soundcloud.com/rob-spirit/tracks musicoman@wanadoo.fr
Arrangements/Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics/Singer : Guillaume DULER

Quand on marche la nuit
On change le décor
De ces choses que l'on fuit
Mais elles s'accrochent fort
Le jour est endormi
Les heureux rêvent encore
Quand on marche à l'ennui
On se traîne du corps
Quand on marche la nuit
Sous des lumières fanées , blessées
Faux soleils prisonniers
Notre ombre est une amie
Un peu désorientée
Et comme un chien elle nous suit
Fidèle et obligée
Si elle avait une vie
Elle resterait couchée
Quand on marche la nuit
On voit mieux les silences
On contemple les bruits
On regarde leur danse
Un instant on oublie
Notre désespérance
Que le jour que l'on fuit
Réveille nos souffrances
Quand on marche la nuit
On entend nos pensées (bis )
Elles sont comme des cris
Qu'on retient prisonniers
Et la Lune en amie
Paraît nous écouter
Peut être qu'elle luit
Pour mieux nous consoler
Quand on marche la nuit
On croise le hasard
Il nous parle de lui
Mais c'est bien notre histoire
On se voit dans sa vie
Comme dans un miroir
On connaît tout de lui
Il a notre mémoire
Quand on marche la nuit
Au rythme des pourquoi ( bis) 
Que nos pas ont suivi
Des traces d'autrefois
On laisse démuni (bis )
Quelqu'un qui pleurera
Qui marchera la nuit
Les jours où ça va pas

When we walk at night
We change the scenery
Of those things we flee from
But they cling on tightly
The day is asleep
The happy ones still dream
When we walk in boredom
We drag our bodies along
When we walk at night
Under faded, wounded lights
False suns held captive
Our shadow is a friend
A little disoriented
And like a dog, it follows us
Faithful and obliged
If it had a life
It would stay lying down
When we walk at night
We see the silences better
We contemplate the noises
We watch their dance
For a moment, we forget
Our despair
That the day we flee from
Awakens our suffering
When we walk at night
We hear our thoughts (repeat)
They are like cries
That we hold captive
And the Moon, our friend
Seems to listen to us
Perhaps it shines
To better console us
When we walk at night
We encounter chance
It tells us about itself
But it is really our story
We see ourselves in its life
As in a mirror
We know everything about it
It has our memory
When we walk at night
To the rhythm of the whys (repeat) 
That our steps have followed
Traces of the past
We leave helpless (repeat)
Someone who will cry
Who will walk at night
On days when things aren't going well

© Régis GAUBERT/Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Septembre 2025

Quand on marche la nuit ( Regis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Rock with a dystopian gospel vibe.  Repent for the end is nigh! 

Snakehandler

Hello and thank you for dropping by.

Thank you very much to everyone who takes the time to listen, like and share my noises. I am extremely grateful. My apologies if I take a little while to respond to those that leave nice comments.

I like listening to music, making simple, tunes when I have time, and generally faffing about in an inefficient manner. Hopefully you might like something on offer here. 

I use a Hinkler Cigar Box guitar (about $30 from Aldi, great fun), a Flying V ukulele, a couple of old keyboards, other bits and bobs, and a Yamaha tenor saxophone.

No AI is used to generate sounds whilst journeying on these cacophonic adventures.

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