Your Mix 3

www.korima.net
 
Korima's songs are written, performed, arranged, engineered, and produced by SuZanne Ledwith (Ireland) and Steve Pumphrey (England).
https://soundcloud.com/candyside-arcade/white-sail-korima

White Sail

The Overflow 🌊

Introduction in English

Many of them were persecuted, oppressed, tortured or even murdered. 
But many of them escaped their perpetrators and potential butchers and emerged even stronger from these struggles for survival. 
And especially at a time when the tyrannical powers are raising their heads again, when a repressive right-wing shift is taking place all over the world, they are more important than ever;
In their unmistakable clarity, their healthy stubbornness, their intuitive knowledge to protect the all-encompassing love and vitality in the world from the destructive forces of fascist systems.
With my song I want to encourage all free spirits to show themselves even more and to go forward. And I want to encourage all listeners of this song to open up more to their own free-spirited side.

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Free spirits

They never let themselves be bent
Never let any repression get them down

They have a keen sense
For what is real or just false adornment

They follow their own tracks
They tick according to their own clocks

They are with themselves and yet open-minded
They change and remain true to themselves

Often stand on their head
Don't like to swim with

Every ancient braid
Is sprayed with color
Until it burns out

Free spirits
Are still 
In this land

Free spirits
Not all 
Have they
Banished, Burnt

Free spirits
Have 
Survived the hells
And lay down in the light unbreakable

They dream with their eyes open
Make a thousand mistakes, seem to be no good

Are often still unrecognized, banished from the grill plate
Yet they sparkle beneath the sand  

They are often underestimated
Violated in their dignity
Abandoned in the forest by the mainstream
They wear orchids 
Can see in the dark
Can walk blind on clouds

Are outraged alive
Say out loud what bothers them

Are driven by love
For themselves, the humans and the world

Free spirits
Are still 
In this land

Free spirits
Not all 
Have they
Banished, Burnt

Free spirits
Have 
Survived the hells
And lay down in the light unbreakable
lay down in the light
lay down in the light
Lay
Down
In
The 
Lieght

Deutscher Originaltext:

Freigeister

Sie lassen sich niemals verbiegen
Von keiner Repression unterkriegen

Sie haben ein feines Gespür
Für das was echt ist oder nur falsche Zier

Sie folgen Ihren eigenen Spuren
Sie ticken nach Ihren eigenen Uhren

Sie sind bei sich und doch aufgeschlossen
Sie wandeln sich und bleiben sich treu

Stehen oft auf dem Kopf
Schwimmen ungerne mit

Jeder uralte Zopf
Wird mit Farbe besprüht
Bis er verglüht

Freigeister
Sind noch immer 
In diesem Land

Freigeister
Nicht alle 
Haben sie
Verbannt, Verbrannt

Freigeister
Haben 
Die Hölllen überlebt
Und sich unkaputtbar in das Licht gelegt

Sie träumen mit offenen Augen
Machen tausend Fehler, scheinen nichts zu taugen

Werden oft noch verkannt, vom Grillteller verbannt
Dennoch funkeln sie unter dem Sand  

Gerne werden sie unterschätzt
In ihrer Würde verletzt
Vom Mainstream im Wald ausgesetzt
Sie tragen Orchideen 
Können im Dunkeln sehen
Können auf Wolken blind gehen

Sind lebendig empört
Sagen laut, was sie stört

Sind von Liebe getrieben
Für sich, die Menschheit und die Welt

Freigeister
Sind noch immer 
In diesem Land

Freigeister
Nicht alle 
Haben sie
Verbannt, Verbrannt

Freigeister
Haben 
Die Hölllen überlebt
Und sich unkaputtbar in das Licht gelegt
In das Licht gelegt
In das Licht gelegt
In 
Das
Licht
Gelegt

Freigeister (Free Spirits)

Lucky Man (Emerson, Lake & Palmer cover)

The ones in dark corners
I am with you.
I sense your hush.
The ones of smoke and needles and bruises
who found glory
and saw how far a fall it is back down. 
The ones who hang around
when Main Street closes down.

The outcasts, the insane, the altered.
Each with a piece missing.
Invisible scars and otherwise.

A pact, a cult of the underground.
Where each path has it's inverse.
Where each feeling goes obscure.
Smoldering still from the impact of the world.
Cloaked in the darkness of night.
The only time we see what's real.

Words by Riley Robinson

Void of Blood and Rust

about getting it wrong.... demo of a Will Russell's track from the album ...and another thing. 

Trapped within You

Here’s a side project that our friend Brian Young (Wull) composed, performed the music and produced. A few years back Brian asked us if we would add vocals and Nat and I came up with this recording. Brian later released a modified version. We wanted to keep this version as well and hope you’ll enjoy it. Our thanks to Brian for inviting us into this beautiful composition that features his terrific guitar work to which we greatly enjoyed singing along. The words were authored by “NewBeginnings” (Jimmy Osborne) DUPoetry.com, but you’ll hear some minor changes made to best fit with Brian’s music.
Cover art based on a photo by Jeffry S.S. (Pixels) and banner art based on a photo by TotumRevolution (Pixabay).

I know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Jimmy Osborne

Standing in the pouring rain
Soaked to the bone in sorrow,
I met a fellow mourner’s pain,
Along this road to no tomorrow.

She was drowning in defeat,
She braced this raging storm alone,
But she had the cutest little tweet,
I knew I had to take her home.

So, I took that bird beneath my wing,
And nursed her back to perfect health,
Then, one day I heard that angel sing
Perched so bravely upon her shelf.

Her wings no longer wet and cold,
Her broken heart no longer cried, 
With feathers no longer too stiff to turn,
I asked that beautiful bird to fly.

Underneath the misty glow of streetlamps,
Kissed by the lovelight in her eyes,
We lay locked within this fleeting dance,
Until the peeking sun began to rise.

With a final glance, and a simple kiss
We said our last goodbye…
Forever planted on her gentle lips,
Beneath that vibrant crimson sky.

The Caged Bird Sings

The Caged Bird Sings (with Wull)

Claude Ely wrote "Ain't No Grave" in 1934 while sick...decided to try covering it. 

Ain't No Grave - Cover by Tony Harris

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

One hour to ruin and reckoning

Mix/Master by Woods Studio

LYRIC

Watch out - please take heed
Look twice - then proceed
The world’s a scary place
You'll need a brave face

Each day - an open door
And as you cross the floor
Right foot first, then left  
Be careful where you step, my friend

Trap doors lie in wait
It’s not luck or fate
Some just know where to avoid
Before the trap’s deployed
And others…not so much

Clever - sharp as tacks
Gather all the facts
Test the hypothesis
Ready, aim - then miss again

Trap doors set for you
And as you’re falling through
Ask yourself how you fell for
A trap that you well knew?
Trap doors of the mind
Aren’t they the worst kind?
Who could get inside your brain
Do you know who
Could gain access to
Your secret thoughts and desires
To lay trigger wires
For a trap or two except you?

Trap doors lie in wait
Need I elaborate
Some we set then forget
They haven’t triggered yet
You go your merry way
Until the fateful day
You happen to put
One stray foot wrong
So wrong
So long


Trap Doors

My Ramones Rock
Hey Ho, let's go!
In the 70s with a spark they started and made their mark
fast and hard, such a thrill, simple songs that give me a chill
master of chords play it loud, listen how Joey shouts
a sound that will never fade, a pity that I'm too late

hey ho, let's go
punk rock chords in my head, with every tone I feel no dread
play all their chords I can't resist, with their music I know I exiist
master of chords play it loud, listen how Joey shouts
a sound that will never fade, a pity that I'm too late

Joey and Tommy and Dee Dee and Johnny, Marky, Richie, Elvis, C. J

I sing it high, I shout it out, I play their chords and music very loud
punk rock love, so okay, happy that their music crossed my way
hear that sound, it's pure delight, the Ramones I play every night
simple songs that they created, sing along, don't hesitate
I celebrate and feel so great

My Ramones Rock

Cover art: Publicity photo of American television host, Chuck Barris promoting the June 14, 1976 premiere of the NBC reality talent show The Gong Show.

The world can be an unpredictable dog eat dog kind of place full of all sorts of all sorts of people who can get under your skin
Sometimes you just have to smile and nod and keep your feelings to yourself and try your best just to just to take it on the chin
And there’s people who seem friendly, but they’ve got a knife in their hand behind their back
And they’re waiting for the right moment to attack
There used to be a TV show, where you could dance or sing a song
and if the judges didn’t like your performance, they would strike a gong
It sure would be nice if you could walk around with a mallet in your hand every day
And you had access to a gong you that you could strike and make annoying people go away
It sure would be nice to have that kind of power
Amateur performers of dubious talent, trying to win a small prize
Five hundred sixteen dollars and 32 cents, You could see the hunger in their eyes
Chuck Barris hosting on that Burbank stage, he knew the people competing were toast
But he smiled and tried to encourage them and be a good friendly host
The dinosaurs ruled the earth for millions of years until the asteroid struck
it was like a giant cosmic gong
Mammals arose from the rubble and now humans rule the earth, but we haven’t been around for nearly so long
We’re all just making it up as we go along hoping somebody doesn’t strike that gong
It sure would be nice if real life was more like that old Gong Show
And you could get a large gong attach it to wheels and take it wherever you go
You could follow in the footsteps of Chuck Barris and be your own gong show emcee
And whenever people start to annoy you -you could strike that gong and make them flee
He wrote a book called Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Chuck Barris was one of a kind.

The Gong Show

The Living Death of Me

Amber Galactic

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
A HAS BEEN NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
SHUFFLING WIND NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

ONCE A KING TWICE A CLOWN
I'VE BEEN SNEAKING AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

WHISPERING TO THE WIND 
LOVELY SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS
SOMETIMES LOVE IS A SOLITARY THING

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND





I'VE BEEN UP (Lyrics)

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Lucky Man (Emerson, Lake & Palmer cover)

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