Sphere

Thanks to Chloe for vocal harmonies

Who are these, their lips curled back
Their intense eyes are down where their intent lies
And the great trees are unmoved as they look up to the sky
Who are these with a vital mercy mission
Their incandescent sparks flashing  rages in the dark
The Sun cares nothing for them, nothing for them.

What single beat knows it's resonance?
What precious heart can stand to be apart?
-      It’s in the endless now
And a breath is just a breath and is all until it’s spent
-      Ever falling down
Delicate blooms reach up, captive by their roots
-      If there’s no way out
Their self fulfilling purpose an insubstantial circus 
-      Then let them slay me now
They are entwined, but they are blind

A View from the Great Trees

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

12/17/2024

What I Want To Tell You

Music: Joachim Krömker
Guitars & Synth: Joachim Krömker
Vocals: xian3
Editorial work on Lyrics: xian3
Words by Theodor W. Adorno (1903-1969) in „Philosophy of new music“, 1949
Translation mainly by machine
Cover: AI generated on Dec.31st 2024 at 10:30

Behind The Dam

“The person 
who allows oneself 
to be exuded (poured out)
in weeping 
and a music 
which is no longer like it 
in anything, (in anything)

at the same time 
allows the stream 
of what is not itself 
to flow back 
into it, 
what is not itself 

and what was dammed up 

behind the dam 
of the world of things.”  	

Behind the dam
Behind the dam
Behind the dam

Behind the Dam (feat. xian3)

New Kraut In Space

Words & Music by Netta&McGill - releasedate on music streaming platforms: 3rd of Feburary 2025.
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Passing By

The days came by then went away, 
The timing never right
I looked around and then it passed
The day turned into night

Catching up with time and space
You don’t know what you’ll get
But i know whats not going on
Cos nothing’s happened yet

Reaching out to grasp the day 
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
As life just walks on by

I could’ve turned the other way
The feeling came so fast
Quickly went away again
Just wasn’t meant to last

It stopped me in my tracks
I didn’t know where to turn
Making the same mistake again 
When will i ever learn

Reaching out to grasp the day 
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
As life just walks on by

The days came by then went away, 
The timing never right
I looked around and then it passed
The day turned into night

It stopped me in my tracks
I didnt know where to turn
Making the same mistake again 
When will i ever learn

Reaching out to grasp the day 
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
…
Reaching out to grasp the day 
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
As life just walks on by

Passing By

Better No

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

There we were waiting
As it always seems to be
The evening closing in around us
Distance as far as the eye could see
We held each other tightly
A warning to the insinuating cold
That this here between us
Will become a storied tale of old

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

The snowflakes did their dance
In ringlets and spirals they fell
Forming upon every surface
A cocoon preserving yesterday well
But today was a new day
That projects what lay ahead
So hand slides into hand
And head leans against head

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

It's the burden for time now
To pose its weary questions and try to dispel
Like every union ever made
That had risen before they fell
But make no mistake for this is a special one
Poised and ready to take its stand
To assign itself victorious
And tread the hourglass of sand

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

We took that arduous journey
That's claimed many a pair
We emerge in the wake of every discord
Undisturbed by avarice or lack of care
The morning sun shines brightly
As the trees stretched to meet the day
We smile as we whisper in each other's ear
The only words we've ever needed to say

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree
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JS

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

Milkweed and Moonlight - Indie Folk Pop Music

Tomorrow I will take the light 
and bend it 'round my day

Tomorrow I will walk ahead
and let your phantom fade

cause I know you are happy
without me
without me

The jury in my head
is begging me to lock 
the thought of innocence away
but the judge is 
torn between her gut
it disagrees with 
the facts displayed

Oh, I was nasty
I was so mad
now you probably hate me
but I love you still
I love you still

I know you are happy
without me
without me

Tomorrow I will take the light 
and force it 'round my day
tomorrow i will walk ahead
but recognize that messes will be made

These chemical thoughts
they put me here
These chemical thoughts
they put me here
These chemical thoughts
they put me here
it could be so simple

could be so simple

We are Netta&McGill and consist of Nettamoon and Jim McGill based in Norway and Australia - an independent songwriter duo. We celebrate music in it’s simplicity, and tell stories of friendship, love and longing. We are blessed to be two of the same mind, and want our music to be created with no fuss and no fences. 

Thank you for listening!