Many thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived here on our little globe. Did they have any idea of the future..... and if so what was "future" for them? "Tomorrow, next week, or next year?" Did they even have a word for future? Or was life exclusively about develop and expand the group and getting food for the day? Or did they, too, have other goals and meaning with their lives?

Lyrics and vocals: Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Calm Stream

    I have no words, just thoughts, like these
    Of primal cravings, fears and needs.
    My leathered skin, yet young, seems older
    Browned and cracked I shiver colder
    Depicting beasts muralled large within my cave, 
    Their fatty flesh my empty gut to crave.

    Bursting fires from the frozen mountain thread
    And weave and belch and burn and spit of ochres red.
    The very poison whence my paintbox palette grows
    'Neath the toxic gases twixt congealing lava flows.
    In these extremes we live, but few, the young into
    the perma-sleep will often fall 
    And not so old, our eldest ageing too, follow close
    upon the darkest terror's call.

    Meat and heat is all I need,
    Stone and bone, all I own.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

    Strip the skin, spit the pips,
    Moisturise the burning lips.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

Ancient Man - Seagull & Peter

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Never Ever Smoke Captain Nemo's Spicy Sea Weed. He Is Used To It, You're Not

Available on Spotify:
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Lyrics:

When there’s nothing to do 
Absolutely nothing to do
I sit down
And wait
And wait

Hours turn to days 
And I fade away

I’m not moving at all
I’m watching the process, yes 
I’m not moving at all
You know that I’m a big mess

The clouds are hanging low 
over my head
I wish that I could touch em 
And swirl them all round

I spend my time on balcony 
whenever I have the time 
After this I go inside
and watch shit on the TV

I’m not moving
I’m watching the process, yes
I’m not moving at all
I’m learning from you boss

How does it feel, ooh 
How does it feel, ooh 
How does it feel

Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything 
Not to feel anything

Depressed Engineer

A rather spontanious track with some improvising and noodling based on a quirky sequence made with the Odyssey, synced to the moog sound studio. Please enjoy!

14.05.2024
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will work for peace

Miasma

Siena

Completely improvised song on Korg Radias keyboard, with multiple overdubbed improvisations.

Parsnip

Unyet

Unpaired And Unrepaid

all instruments by me. A little remark: I played the piano in two layers :-) ... "left hand" first, right hand afterwards ... this and the sax each in one go - it's all about free flowing ideas and spontaneity - and having fun with a jazzy 6/8 swing.

A Free Jazz Waltz

Heartaches (2021) Anthology CD2 Track 11

Seekers, wanderers, questioners

For reasons unknown but time will tell...
Multi-instrumentalist, all types of music, all types of methods.
Occasional collaborations with other artists.
Sometimes I post the sheet music if it's piano.
Lately, my favorite instrument is a TE OP-1 Field keyboard.

Parsnip

NOSTRUMUVA