Wow , what a voice:) wonderful song Krzysztof:):)

Fabulous vocal man and gorgeous guitar and tone

I freaky like the words to this. a lot of thought Amy into them.

I love the depth of emotion carried by your voice!

guilty of that seen in others  --- guilty as charged!!!

Beautiful lead vocals, very deep and insightful lyrics as well!  Guitar playing is fantastic, great work!

The Day Afters

A genre-defying track blending retro rock charm with disco dance energy. Channeling the infectious spirit and influences of bands like Deep Purple, The Stone Roses, and Jamiroquai - Red Light explores themes of love, trust, doubt, and what lies beyond the masks we wear.

Something More - EP

Red Light

The future’s so bright shades aren’t going to help.

Tomorrow Will Be Fine

Live on you tube: 
 https://youtu.be/dFfSzwGZsu8?si=hRbrgXGyyMMUN1jz

Free Will

Melodic progressive composition with poetry reading
https://open.spotify.com/album/0sleKeZmZbkejQljK1mGpp?si=bUnGwLpjQvqm3ODZSZqAMg

Одинокий космос (Alone in Space)

Terra Sapiens - Одинокий Космос (Alone In Space)

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Down The Erie Rhodes

....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

Pretty Papers

Hello friends!
At the end of the year, we invite you to listen to our next piece. We hope you will like our concept of a surf journey on the waves and … under the waves. 😎🏄🏼‍♂️
We wish you a good time!
Happy New Year!!!
Thanks for liking, reposting and commenting! 😎🎹🎸
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Bill Brooks (Remnant60) ..... synths, additional guitar, production and mixing
Surfers like Us ..... guitar, composition

Surf Odyssey 2025 (w/Remnant60)

Video; youtu.be/Qb6qXsBT7Lg

Made in #Ableton (December 2024)

Genres;
#Electronic
#Ethno
#Experimental

A Call For Peace

passing clearings

Eine Zusammen Arbeit mit Karin Maria - Brunner
Vielen Dank Karin Maria, dass du mich angefragt hast für dieses Jazz Album. Hat viel Freude bereitet.

Instrumente :  Vibraphone, Drums, Piano, Synthesizer, Bass, Guitar

Veröffentlicht von:

iMD-KMB
Erscheinungsdatum :
11. November 2023
P-Linie:
℗ 2023

Travel to Spring

i don't think it'll ever end

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

DU SKA VA PRESIDENT - IMPERIET
Cover by Stina Crow and ExploderaMera
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Du ska va president
Du ska va president
Du ska va president

Nånstans nere under jorden på botten av ett hål
I en gruva i Hell city värker muskler av stål
Där barndomssånger botar ånger läker sår
Där skyltfönsterögon lägger pussel-letar spår

Alla föddes lika nakna utan stygn på sin kropp
Tio-tusen ton stenar där städer växte opp
Megatropolis väggar andas smärta andas hopp
Under jorden, under jorden

Men du vet väl att

Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär

Under nattens svarta himmel är det fest i timmar tolv
Alla inkassobreven fyller år på ditt golv
Men vårat liv är kort, ett party i en papperskorg
Sjung en sång för barnen om ett liv utan sorg

Nånstans nere i bunkern dunkar hammarslagens sång
Om hur solen värmer kroppar efter vinter lång
Låt den eka i din hjärna du måste du e stjärna
Under jorden


Men du vet väl att

Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär

Men du vet väl att

Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Du ska va president du ska va miljonär
Under jorden
Under jorden
Hej hej å
Under jorden

Under jorden
Hej hej å
Under jorden
Men du vet väl att

DU SKA VA PRESIDENT (Cover by Nix & Stina)

Mama kept the lights on with a prayer and a fuse
Daddy played the numbers, always bound to lose
We learned to dance on hardwood, scuffed and stained
Where the gospel met the bottle, and the truth got strained
Now the porch light flickers like a warning sign
And the mailbox holds more weight than time
When the bills come due, and the grace runs thin
You count your blessings like loose change in a tin
You sing hallelujah... with a hole in your shoe
‘Cause mercy don’t knock—it just walks on through
When the bills come due
Uncle Joe’s guitar still hums in the shed
Strings rusted over, but the songs ain’t dead
He said “Love is credit, pain is cash”
And all bad faith comes back at last
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the bills sound like a choir off-key
try to save your roof ...try to save.. what used.. to be...
[Chorus]
When the bills come due, and the lights go cold
You trade your silver for stories you told
You hum redemption every note is blue
And hope the good Lord’s got a plan for you
When the bills come due
There’s a ledger in heaven, or so they say
Where the debts we carry get washed away
But down here, we settle with sweat and song
And pray the echo don’t take too long
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and pray it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and hope it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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When the Bills Come Due

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

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Free Will

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