My God, that is so gorgeous. Very Pink Floyd. So Amazing...

This is a very moving and beautiful song.

SUPERMAN

You’re stuck in a world you don’t get the reactions
Feeling weak, dealing with a whole bunch of emotions
Noisy teeth, broken jaws, you vomit dead illusions
Let me tell you my friend that you’re not an exception

You’re not ugly you’re not crazy
Being diﬀerent isn’t easy
True it is unfair
But you can’t just run away

Ugly worm, they can stomp you whenever they want to
Poor thing, stupid bug, you ‘re not part of the same crew
You don’t exist to their eyes, they were raised with some blinders
Success to them, can’t be real if it ain’t on Instagram pictures

Wretched piece of a human,
Play music entertain us
Your dreams are precious
We’ll destroy ‘em in a sentence

So close your eyes be a superman
Fly above them all, without a single sound
You’re the one who deserves the crown

Not a problem to be torn to be broken, no, just don’t pay attention (It’s a world of mind
distortion)
The way they look, and what they say and how they laugh behind your back, come on
just forget it
Lying to yourself and the world it is useless it just leads to self destruction
They’re jealous, a bit nervous, about you and your moves, they don’t expect them,
yeah I bet it

You’re gold you can fly
Open your wings more than wide
Keep you’re head up high
You’re light, don’t stay aside

So close your eyes, be a superman,
Use your laser beams, all around,
Prison their look, one by one,
Don’t let them shoot you down
Now do they like the show ?
Now you’re the super heroe !

Shower your crass emotions down
Put the pieces together and fly
Don’t let them shoot you down
Put your cape on wear your crown
Be your own superman , superman, superman

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SUPERMAN

When someone asks you "What's the difference?", now you know.  It's this thing that came down from the sky and changed stuff after the Nullanon disappeared for a while.

At this point, I started concentrating on generating album covers using artist mannequins.  This is number 4 in my "Nullanon" series.  Imagine a bunch of people used to doing things very unambiguously and then there is something that forces them to start making more granular decisions based on evidence.

LYRICS:
Softly, slowly, swaying in the wind,
The trees reveal a message to begin,
As if a random group of people broke into a song,
The natural and man-made objects start to play along:
What is The Difference?
The great and mighty Nullanon is nowhere to be found,
A wave of synchronicity unfolds across the ground,
The people all are silent and they open up their eyes to the skies.
There's a difference that flies.
What is The Difference?
The Difference descends in graceful hidden coup d'etat.
It suffocates the people and their will.
What once was unambiguous is now a rolling hill,
And though they're happy they will cry inside.
What is The Difference?
It shines so bright,
Look at it and love.
It came from above, it must be good.
Give it all your energy, feed it like we should.
Feed The Difference.
What is The Difference?
What is The Difference?

What Is The Difference

It's not that the world of social media is inherently harmful or bad, but just that it can potentially ruin an incautious traveller. People need to remember to step outside, get some space, and re-perspectify (made up word).
This song is a rare one that contains lyrics by Mark. In fact the killer first line and title and most of the first verse are his words. What's more, the words came to him in a dream! Some get to be so lucky! And lucky for me, he gave me the lines, I took them with glee and so came this song.
lyrics
Some more
Sickly sweet soda pop plastic
Another
Updated social media status
Left of centre
Right of right
Tired today
Pent up looming strife
Tired today
Break us and divide

I went walking in a field through sunset
There was not another person to be seen
Just the grasses swaying free
And the wind saying to me
This is here
this is now
This is real baby

Some more
Puffed up dolls
That the mirror says yes to
Another
Check for approval
The media status
Two for one
Makes three for all
Tired today
Count the numbers right
Tired today
Break us and divide

I went walking in a field through sunset
There was not another person to be seen
Just the grasses swaying free
And the wind saying to me
This is here
This is now
This is real baby
This is here
This is now
This is real baby
Hey
Yeah
Ooooh yeah
credits
from Long Ways Conversations, released January 30, 2025
Gina Graham - lyrics and vocals
Mark Vee - lyrics, bass, synths, piano, drums

Soda Pop Plastic

Emilio, aka https://soundcloud.com/stranger-something and https://soundcloud.com/olla-de-insomnio send me this wonderful instrumental. A very special thank you to Alejandro Venegas for playing these great drums. Later on he mixed and mastered it, he also provided this picture. It was a great pleasure to write and sing along, a Big Thank You for that…

Vuelo Lejano

1
Oh,
Wait
Is it already that late ?
And we still hesitate
Let us concentrate…
Let ’s collaborate…
Yeah…
Seriously…
This is supposed to be 
Just another love song
But 
We cannot sort out heart from mind, 
And that won’t be different this time

And with  .4 k per second
Just spinning around ourselves

No giggling please…
Fasten your deep senses
This is a far flight
And it’s only one-way…

Let us concentrate - ah -
Here today
There is no escape…

No giggling please…
Let’s collaborate…
This is supposed to be 
Just another love song
We won’t sort out heart from mind
And that won’t be different this time

And with 3.2 k per second, 
Ahaa, ahaa…
Circling around the sun
Ohh,
No giggling please…
Fasten your deep senses
This is a far flight
And it’s only one-way…
It’s only one way…
One way-y-y-y-y-y-y-y…yeah…

- solo - 					

2
So many lovesongs have been sung
So why again now a further one ?
Because it must not be left undone
Cannot leave it undone
Just cannot leave it undone…

Ohh,
There are turbulences

No joking please
There is trouble ahead
Hitting the unprepared -
Ohh, this is a hard way…

While we float
With some 30 k/s 
Around the milky way
And other hundreds of k/s
Trundling other ways
Within a thousand days
That is quite a stray
Even if you don’t move a single hoof…

No giggling please
This is supposed to be another love song
No joking please
This is a far flight
No giggling please
This is a heart’s way
And it’s only…
It's only one-way,
It's only one way…

Vuelo Lejano (wt Stranger Something)

Souvent nous revient cette curieuse envie de changer le monde parce que certaines choses ou pour certain beaucoup de choses nous dérangent ou déplaisent, mais c’est en fait un jugement qui nous appartient, c’est donc surement le monde à l’intérieur de nous qu’il faut changer, notre perception, car personne n’a le même ressenti pour les mêmes choses, la paix intérieure est en nous c’est ce que j’essaie tous les jours de comprendre et de suivre, la résilience, le contentement pour accéder à cette paix intérieure. Lâcher prise en faisant confiance à cette force invisible qu’est la vie et son équilibre, se laisser un peu porter lorsque c’est trop difficile.
 Gandhi disait : Personne ne peut te blesser sans ta permission, le bonheur c’est un état d’être, le bonheur c’est un choix que l’on fait le matin au réveil, ou pas. Nous sommes libres de notre état d’être

Voici 3 livres que j’aime particulièrement :
Le bonheur de Frederic Lenoir
Messager de lumière de Neale Donald Walsh
Danser le rêve de Jamie Sams

Image et cœur : https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
Chant et musique : Steph Ouna

 Parole :
C’est un musicien
Toujours pressé d’aller plus loin
Qui s’enfuit dans le lointain
Avec son âme à la main
Comme il s’enfonçait
Au plus profond de la forêt
Le vent se mis à souffler
Pour l’empêcher de tomber

refrain :
Lever les mains, vers le haut
Profiter il fait beau, ça nous donne tellement chaud
Qu’on est si près des oiseaux, on se sent libre au bord de l’eau
Et on y trouve le repos, on garde le tempo,
mais où sont cachés les défauts

Et dis-moi le musicien, je crois que l’on se sert de toi
Quel contraste sur ton chemin, tu sais qu’il n’y a ni raison, ni lois
Et t’y perds un peu parfois, tu te crois à l’abris de ça
Et l’on ne donnerait pas cher de toi, si l’on ne te connaissait pas

A vouloir partir trop loin, aller jusqu’à se rendre fou
Puisque rien ne nous retient, alors regarde ce qu’ils ont fait de nous
Essaye toujours de rester debout, même quand la lumière s’éteint
Et que la douleur te cloue, comme l’ancre sur un parchemin

Et mon pauvre musicien, tu avais envie d’aller jusqu’au bout
Mais tu n’es pas magicien, tu es là pour nous faire rêver, c’est tout
C’est comme un nœud qui se dénoue, puis la vie reprend son chemin
Alors on sent ce vent si doux, qui semble venir de si loin

refrain :
Lever les mains, vers le haut
Profiter il fait beau, ça nous donne tellement chaud
Qu’on est si près des oiseaux, on se sent libre au bord de l’eau
Et on y trouve le repos, on garde le tempo,
mais où sont cachés les défauts

Le chemin du musicien

A Big Thank You to https://soundcloud.com/mike-krath for the music. It’s been great fun to write and sing along. Please take a listen to his version of the song: https://soundcloud.com/mike-krath/document-boo-hoo?si=1345da94ece64aa2bd256edb8905eb88&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
The picture shows a wild donkey in Death Valley, taken by an old friend of mine.


Leitmotif


Every time 					(3)
I got you on my mind
Got you on my mind
I have to smile				


All symbolism i drew
All the songs i sang
All the symbolism i drew					
I sang them only for you
I drew them only for you
Only you					
I swear it’s all true			


All the words i threw
All the letters i choose
All the words i threw
I threw them only for you
Only to you
I swear it’s all true
I have to smile
I have to…

„break“
Every word, every note	
They come back				
Every word, every note
They come back
Every word, every note,
They reflect


Also right now, this time
It’s the same clue
It’s the same clue:
This song is for you
Hope that you like it a bit, too…

Leitmotif (wt Mike Krath, raw edit)

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

LYRICS:
When it's too hard to keep up,
Just getting by,
Pushing that boulder up to the sky,
What would happen if we just let go?
Let go.
Drop the ball.
Let the boulder roll down the mountain into the town.
Why are we holding this burden for them?
What do they know?
Let go.
Sisyphus, let go.

Sisyphus, Let Go

Stefan Kraft added some beautiful orchestral sounds to Debra's piano piece. Here I used the exactly same vocals as in the previous version with just the piano.

Reverence JFC (based on Debra Buesking / Stefan Kraft instrumental)

L’observateur observé. Un genre de méditation sonore où J’ai voulu mélanger différents genres musicaux avec vers la fin une intervention de Taf, mon ami Sénégalais qui a posé sa très belle voix, c’est un voyage « Inside » car il se passe beaucoup de choses à l’intérieur de notre cerveau humain, entre le conscient le subconscient, le supra conscient, à la fin ça fait beaucoup de monde et ils ne sont pas toujours tous d’accord, on dirait même que des fois il se prennent la tête l’un dit quelque chose, l’autre dit autre chose.
Mais puisqu’en nous subsiste un infini espace d’une grande profondeur où règne la paix, le calme, le silence parfois comme un guide qui nous emmène ailleurs, vers l’invisible, peut être vers cette énergie cosmique, vers les étoiles, vers la lumière, plus haut, plus loin….  

Paroles, chant et musique : Steph Ouna
Cœur et image : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
voix Sénégalaise à la fin du morceau : Taf

Une initiative, émotive, passive
Un rêve éveillé
Une bouée qui dérive
au flux et courant des marrées
Sans jamais s’échouer

Croire à son étoile
Connecté à ses pensées
La main posée sur la toile
Libre et se laisser guider
Retrouver un peu d’espoir
De magie de coté

C’est vrai, tu as raison
Je vais maintenant, t’écouter
Si mes tourments te gênent
Je les enverrai en recommandé

Tous ces déserts, amers
N’auront plus aucun effet
Dérision d’éther
Etrange et sur mon caractère

inside

tear

For reasons unknown but time will tell...
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.  Currently working on a 10-Artist Collaborative Project.

Sisyphus, Let Go

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