ØUT OF LINE (3XTENDED)

(Verse 1)
She’s sitting on her little bed,
Warm candlelight, a glow of red.
A letter to Santa, like every year,
Lies in a bin — no postman near.
No postman comes to take it home.

Mom says softly, “That’s the magic,”
Dad just smiles, a little tragic.
But something’s different this cold night —
The truth is cracking, thin as ice.

(Chorus)
If you lie for dreams of glitter,
Of bunnies, sleighs, and season’s glow —
How can I trust what’s out there waiting,
What’s truly real in all I know?
If you lie for shiny stories,
For Easter bunnies, Christmas glory —
Then what is true beyond this light,
When "perfect worlds" turn into fight?
A child begins to lose her peace,
And sees the world’s sharp edge increase.
If you feed me tales and wonder,
Who will scream when truth goes under?
If Mom just lies to keep me whole —
From love and fear and gentle soul —
What about the harsh, cold voices,
Who speak of care, yet steal our choices?

(Verse 2)
Mom just says, "That’s how it goes —
A dream can guard where nothing grows."
But she knows well: soft lies and walls
Are still a cage when darkness calls.

…they’re fences made of thorns and wire,
Disguised as dreams that we admire.

(Bridge)
She counts the stars above the roof,
And wonders if there's any proof —
That somewhere out in all this night,
Another child still seeks the light.

auf Deutsch
 (Strophe 1) Sie sitzt auf ihrem Kinderbett, die Kerzen glühn in warmem Licht Ein Brief an Santa, wie jedes Jahr, liegt in einer Tonne die Post hlot ihn nicht  und die Post holt Ihn nicht Die Mama sagt, das sei Magie, der Papa nickt und lächelt leis. Doch dieses Mal ist alles anders, die Wahrheit liegt auf dünnen Eis. (Refrain) Wenn ihr schon lügt für Glitzerträume, für Hasen, Schlitten, Wunderzeit – wie soll ich glauben, was da draußen noch echt ist in der großen Welt? Wenn ihr schon lügt für Glitzerbäume, für Osterhasen,  Weihnachts -Träume   was ist da draußen wirklich echt die heile  Welt wird groß und schlecht Das Kind verliert sein Paradies  und sieht die Welt so hart und fies  Wenn ihr mich mit Märchen füttert ? wer schreit dann laut, das "Wahre Leid"? wenn Mamma lügt(um mich zu schützen)  aus Liebe, Angst ( und Zärtlichkeit –) was ist dann mit den kalten Stimmen, die sprechen für die Menschlichkeit?  Mama sagt: „So ist das eben – man schützt das Herz mit einem Traum.“ Doch sie weiß jetzt: Auch sanfte Lügen, -sind hohe Mauern in, (unserem Lebensraum.)  ....sind Mauern "Stacheldraht und Zaun" (Bridge) Sie zählt die Sterne überm Dach, und fragt sich, ist noch jemand wach. Ob irgendwo ,in einer  Welt  ein Kind wie sie die Sterne Zählt.

True Lies ( Deutsch free download  mp3 )

Put Light On - Epic Dark electronica

Pretty wifey named Mae, two sweet kids at home
Works downtown, in the Fortune 500 scene
Neighbors think you’re the perfect man
Morning jog, gold ring on your hand
Nobody sees the truth behind your smile
That you’ve been running triple lives all this while

You’re John in Miami, Sammy in Monaco
Now with Frida in The Hague
Wifey thinks you’re in the UK
At a UN meet for three whole days, but

Playboy, you’re a playboy
Yeah, we know all your escapades, your exploits
Playboy, you’re a playboy
Smooth as butter, slippery like catfish on a boat
But this time, you can’t get away.

Met   sweet Greta on a train to Prague
Innocent as Mae when she gave you her heart
She’d just landed her dream as a uni lecturer
You came in with olive oil lips, Italian model texture
Sold her a dream in your velvet tone
She believed you were hers alone
Next week? You with Matilda in a Polish town
What did you tell her? I’m an undercover cop

Playboy, you’re a playboy
Yeah, we know all your escapades, your exploits
Playboy, you’re a playboy
Smooth as butter, slippery like catfish on a boat
But this time, you can’t get away.

Dubai on a yacht, champagne in hand
This time you claim you’re an architect man
Been a doctor, an engineer, a lecturer too
Now you build dreams, dreams on a bed with a view

But your cup is full, boy, your trail's gone cold
Matilda, Greta, Maryann, Roxanne… here now
They knock on your hotel door
New girl opens, they walk in, then three, then four
Last to walk in… Mae with a stare like steel
And a divorce letter, the final deal

Playboy, you’re a playboy
Every day for the thief, you just got caught
Playboy, you’re a playboy
You played their hearts, but you smelled of a rat
And that’s that…..checkmate.

You couldn’t keep it… in your pants
Playboy…

PLAYBOY

Our little band has been busy over the summer months working on songs for a fall release.  This is perhaps one of the more spiritually-centered songs we have written and published.  How responsible are we for the evil that has come upon the world, for the resultant suffering it has brought. Peter's beautiful words begin with an act of redemption for mankind, but end with judgement not by God's choice, but man's will. 
The words did not come easily as Peter confesses that his pen "hovered above the last line for several minutes" not wanting to write it, but with a prophet's conviction, knew it must be written. The question is begged by those who will to believe, does the beauty of God's creation also involve justice and judgement, what Luther called "God's alien work"?  
Peter's verse has never been more poignant or Seagull's production more finely crafted. His track note also offers further insight into our thinking on the song and is well worth reading.
Guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, superb Mix & Production, Seagull; @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice - Clara Sorace

Web of Circles

…and place the host upon my tongue
as his grace, the bishop did, when I was young
to set life's path as angels sung
since when I've tracked an arcing line
my cracked heart marinades in altar wine
as webbed circles on repeat define
…
……the mirrored threads within my mind.

…and carbon copies as before
in mobius time reflect the score
while catastrophes gorge today once more
identikits forged on command from yesterday
nothing learned, just press replay
and watch heads in hands as the people pray
…
……for the pendulum to swing the other way

…and certain as the wheeling orbit's path
history founders on future’s aftermath
to sin once more as lucifer belly laughs
run aground we last forget that sacred host
‘neath chancel’s hell he resurrects what aches the most
humanity self-lashed to eternity’s whipping post
…
……by the Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Web of Circles (Seagull, Peter, and David)

Foreigner's Double Vision .. 2nd Album..What was I thinking?.... Got me banned for life from Towers Department Store in St. Catharines way back in 1978.
Luckily I mended my ways but I carry this burden around and generally avoid listening to Classic Rock Radio as I am triggered by this song and that other one ... Hot-blooded ...check it n see...
Apologies to Mick Jones and Lou Gramm for stealing their music and rewriting their song to sing my truth....
opening clips from The Myth of Shoplifting film 1964
end clip from the movie High Fidelity

Shoplifting (The Double Vision  Foreigner Cassette Tape)

Feeling down and dirty, no financial means
So I shoved that cassette tape down my crisp blue jeans
Slinking down the aisle, bulge between my thighs
The abandoned eighth commandment
I was such a foolish child

Yes I stole from Towers
Foreigner's Double Vision
No surprise
They threatened me with prison
Ooooh, the floor walker grabbed a hold of me
Hot-blooded, tone-deaf to apology
My one-way ticket to delinquency 

Just a grubby little juvie back in ‘78
Big brother disappointed in my musical taste 
He said, “ You could have stolen Zevon, maybe Marley or some PiL
Now you're banned for life from Towers for that boring AM swill 

I kleptified, for that Double Vision
My Mom mortified at my bad decision 
Oooh, the police want to take a drive with me
Backseat of shame, the neighbors’ eyes on me
That Double Vision shopping lesson got the best of me
They arrested me 

Oooh Double Vision
A Foreigner filch
That brought me such derision 
Oooh Double Vision
Grounded and hounded
Parental supervision 
Oooh full frontal implant
The struggle to smuggle
Cassette tape covertly in pants
Oooh that cardinal sin
Shoplifting and grifting
My Fruit of the Loom I slipped it in

Shoplifting (The Foreigner Double Vision  Cassette Tape)

The rest is silence

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Pushed To The Limits

1,500 Feet Into The Deep

Dissapeared

Weary. Hopelessness. Anticipation of more horrible. These things are in us all today. This song is part of my survival. Music is the therapy.

Lyrics: 

I keep waiting
Waiting for something 
That will never come (never come)
No matter how hard I dream
No matter how loud I scream
So I hide myself away
Hoping for a miracle today
A miracle today

This world wasn’t meant for empathy
At least that’s what the politicians tell me
But I keep waiting 
Waiting for something that will never come
Never come.

A love to spread like butter on bread 
A kind word to a worried stranger
A rose without a thorn 
A day without a sword
I keep waiting
Waiting for something 
That will never come.
Never come.

Needle pricks
Mark my skin
Telling a story of love within 
Get me out of here
Wire and thorns
Change me, transform me
While I keep waiting
Waiting for something that will never come

I keep waiting
Waiting for something 
That will never come
No matter how hard I dream
No matter how loud I scream
So I hide myself away
Hoping for a miracle today
A miracle today
I keep waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting…

i keep waiting

When we first started writing songs together we thought we’d keep it simple but found the allure of a full band sound too tempting to ignore. This song, about the destructive patterns we get locked into, is us fulfilling that original intention - just acoustic guitar, violin and vocals. The riff that underpins the song could have gone another way….that’ll be the next release.

ØUT OF LINE (3XTENDED)

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