Capo

My white swan

The most beautiful journeys
on the most beautiful shores
out of sight
you stole them for me

the sweetest of faces 
and facade smiles 
to hide the ravagers
of a brutal childhood

i think of you 
whaterver the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like before 
My white swan 

All that remains from you 
are those old pictures 
of an unfailing friendship
but i haven't turned the page

i think you 
whatever the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like chasing the wind
we were like kings 
we were like beggars
my brother in blood 
my white swan 

Far away , i keep far away 
from those who called you « the black swan »
far away , from envious and means 
who understood nothing 
who just couldn 't even … see 

i think of you 
whaterver the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like before 
i look for you sometimes
in the corners of time 
my brother in blood 
my white swan

Mon Cygne Blanc (translated lyrics in description)

Sometimes our path, or journey as it were, leads us to an edge. Edges of self, life, circumstances, reality, cliffs, you name it… Some edges are dangerous, sharp and jagged, even life threatening. Other edges encourage us to traverse them. Back in the 1970’s, there was this great sand cliff we used to go to, in Northern Europe, where we could run and hurl ourselves off of it and land in the water below. It was exhilarating, as the hang time allowed for contemplation in the moment, during the free fall. It felt like we were flying like the bluebirds in the sky. At the base of the cliff, we hung out by the water. We were mostly unfamiliar with the freedoms we had found there. Harry ran off and intentionally lost his swim trunks on the beach, while chasing after a beautiful woman who herself was sans swimsuit. He was in love with her. She had other ideas. He was drinking heavily, then he passed out, ass up in the sand, under the blazing sun, after making a fool of himself. It was a sad moment all around. By the time we found him, he had a bad sunburn. Poor guy. Could hardly sit down. A bunch of us were camped in the forest, not far from the cliffs. That night, I was sitting by the fire next to a wild-eyed woman and asked her something in another language. She blew smoke in my face and laughed nervously as if taunting a bear. Then she kissed me. We all seemed to be chasing after a freedom that did not exist in this life, at least for us. Some of us would later die trying to find that same freedom. For some strange reason I survived. We were wild back then and maybe always will be. This song contains some of that freedom among other things.

Lammbone's Album

Have You Ever Been?

Produced and programmed by Julian Maramieri
Arranged and mixed by Andreas Meinert and Julian Maramieri
Vocals by Julian Maramieri
Written by Julian Maramieri
Recorded at Oalanka Studios in 2017
Dedicated to; Stephan Novak "Amnesia"
Released by Sequenz Frequenz Records

Mystery

Ibiza!

Nostromo - Ibiza!

Edrackel sky_01

Free Palestine

WOW!  Lookit the size of that......oh my 😳

Big Booty Beat

feedback calvary far away

A new mix of God is Dead from the Mand'rols Ozzy/Sabbath tribute album 'How Black was my Sabbath'.

God is Dead

CRISIS OF MINE

Bass sound is made with my music software.
Shakuhachi flute with reverb.

Une petite lueur (a small glimmer).

GOTHIC FUNK & AUDIOBAKE collaborations.
Negative Fluency Effect isn’t looking to win any popularity contest, we’re all about RUBBING SOCIETY’S NOSE IN ITS OWN FILTH!

Musicians who don't give a crap about public or music industry approval write lyrics like these! I've been anti-establishment all my life, unlike the phoney, pretentious, preachy, I’m your saviour, Bono types out there with their MORAL POSTURING and STRATEGIC SURVIVAL tactics! No fame, no fortune, no recognition, but we’ll leave this world with our truth to power authenticity and integrity intact!

CRISIS OF MINE

NEGATIVE FLUENCY EFFECT