One day I had been messing with „that scale” (also called a Tunisian/Satie/Gnosienne scale), came up with this and used the chords for another song. Then I've revisited this one, added some more chords, some sort of solo/melody and... got myself a song, also. Or something like that.

A Path to the Unknown World

This is a song for anyone who has ever lost someone they were taking care of. 

Hospital

I saw the knife
And I pulled it out
The side
Her blood was cold
But I fixed what 
I could find
When I laid down
Someone else was
Next in line

This on and on
Has me falling
Every time

Fall into the places
You forgot before
Dare to lose
Everything you’ve
Held on for
You will fear
What isn't really
Here anymore
Isn't here anymore
Isn't here anymore 

She was a mom
Who worked many
Jobs and times
She only saw 
Her little ones
Asleep at night
She was too kind
That's why they
Die every time

This on and on
Has me falling
Every time

Fall into the places
You forgot before
Dare to lose
Everything you’ve
Held on for
You will fear
What isn't really
Here anymore
Isn't here anymore
Isn't here anymore

Bless this truth
in every shade
That’s mine alone
To make the braid
That twists around
This tired nape
And to the dark that
Knows my face
Into the dark
That knows
I’m game
To take a leap
Against the grain
To fall unseen
For lives in pain
To stand between
Your life in vain

So I sit
Listening to every word
As we have shared
Every burden 
Once returned
I fall into places
I forgot before
See you there
When we meet
Beyond the door


Hospital

This Life Is Short (G. Di Nunno)

Wasting life and know the cost is steep
A slave to habits, sinking deep
Dust collected, dreams and plans were made
Forgot the spots they last were laid.

This life is short
Catch the solid blow
Throwing time away
Soon you come to know.
This life is short
Littered landscapes swell
What you can't get back
Drips inside a well.

Seems things are the same every day
The boring routine, all are alike
What would you do if you had your way?
Could you name them or apply them?

Sit in traffic on your way to work
Dinner, clean-up, television, sleep
Weekend catch-up, then the Sunday blues
Asking yourself is this all there is?

Spoken part:
Seneca said: "it's not that we have a short time to live,
but that we waste a lot of it."
Am I going through an existential crisis?
I feel I'm wasting time
Wasting
Life is so short
Only so much time
A crisis I must defeat
I want to go on.

Want to sit and watch the world unfold
And to do all those things that we used to do
Want to do much more before we're old
A different outlook, better view. 

This life is short
Grabbing all that's left
Sending off the stress
Clean the mental mess.
This life is short
Pull the joy from past
Place it on the now
Living all that's left.

All lyrics, composition, and performance by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2024.

#6. This Life Is Short

ALIENFONK // Those Who Dance With The Aliens ...
@docfritz // Music, Drums & Percussion, Cover, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ  // © 2024 // All Rights Reserved

ALIENFONK

Dear friends, A song for the most sensitive in our society.

Respect

Dear friends, how lovely they are, the girls in our world.
They may be our daughters or our wifes
and there are also those girls that we don’t know
but it doesn’t matter at all
we must show them all respect, no matter who they are

Dear friends, the women are exposed to evil during war
there may be soldiers who treat the girls so bad
and sometimes rape has been used by cruel men
as a weapon for scaring the folks
they must show girls all respect, no matter who they are

Dear friends, how lovely they are, the kids in our world
we must protect them against all evil that arise
they may not even be safe around their home 
there may be terrible men who are tempting them  
with dangerous pills and other stuff that harm the childrens brains

Dear friends some countries refuse education to girls
one might wonder who came up with these ideas
it is not fair since the girls are as bright as men
and it seems that the girls are oppressed
we must show them all respect, no matter gender they have

Respect - 2024-11-07 18.33 (Lyrics in English below)

A second cup of coffee				T + M Otto Scharbau Dez 2020
The world is crazy. I’m also crazy sometimes. People destroy others and themselves. 
A few people decide to make war to kill thousands, millions, soon perhaps the whole world with the power of modern weapons 
What can I do? Becoming depressive? Be paralyzed?

No, I drink my second cup of coffee and look, what is to do in that nice world with nice people, most of them are.


Intro  E A E E B E 


E..............A.......................E................................A.......................E
I drink a second cup of coffee and I drink a second cup of love
   
E.......................A.......................E................................A.......................E
Yes I drink a second cup of coffee and I drink a second cup of love

E..........................A...................E........................   B..................................E
And when the world is going to the end  I`ll drink a second cup of coffee

 E........................A....................E............................B......................A...........E
And when the world is going to the end   I`ll drink a second cup of love

E..........................A....................E........................B...................................E
And when the world is going to the end  I`ll drink a second cup of coffee

 E........................A....................E............................B......................A........E
And when the world is going to the end   I`ll drink a second cup of love

 1x repeat		


> instrumentals , above repeat > fine    
    
 
fine:
E.....B.........C		
I`ll drink a second cup of

B............C		
drink a second cup, Yes I`ll 

B............C.......................A......E		
drink a second cup of love

2nd cup of coffee

method: delay stacking and more such oddities
narration: what old people do, you know, this thing, remini - no, what is it called, resomething sensing, I guess, whatever
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

die straßenbahn spielt auf
den schienen,  hendrix, little wing
und sie, im umdreh'n, blickt stolz

in meinen haaren, sagt sie, verfängt
sich die seele, tröpfelt
heimwärts, ins meer

keine handfläche teilt
den himmel, schwarze
madonna aus tschernobyl

und autos, immer noch
autos, spielzeugklein
aus wolfsburg, -schanze

interlinear translation: wings // the tram plays hendrix, little wing / on the tracks and she / in turning, gives a bold glance // in my hair, she says, the / soul catches, drips / home into the sea // no palm of the hand serrates / the sky, black / madonna of chernobyl // und cars, cars still / as tiny as toys, made in / wolfsburg, - schanze  

wings - der schwarze-madonna-mix

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Vedran - The Moon's Secret Library

la charrière profonde est un grand chemin creux, bordé de feuillus qui forment des arches pour abriter les rêves au pas du promeneur

en marchant dans la charrière profonde

give way

„Then I looked on all my works that mine hands had wrought, and on the travail 
that I had labored to do: and behold, all is vanity and vexation of the spirit: and 
there is no profit under the sun“.  
(Ecclesiastes, 2:11)

A Path to the Unknown World

mk(x)nd