You love your country
Your home lands
Pay your taxes 
Obey their demands
what’re they doing for you
Time to run up
The red white and blue

Raise your colours
Stand with your brothers
Defend the kids wife’s and sisters 
This our family
This our resistance 

Destroy the traitors 
The peedos and rapers 
Destroy the commies
Destroy the reds 
Hang the politicians
Burn them in their beds

BURN them all!!!!!

purge.mp3

From a series of (almost) daily ocean glimpses. The music is composed to a video of the sea (photons captured fresh every day). You can experience the full video version here: https://youtu.be/NgAYsIImTaE

Glimpse 1491 (Nov 1 2025)

My love song to the early Sinatra ballads

Only Sinatra

Another set at the Bar & Restaurant Motto am Fluss in Vienna

Scheibosan – Hossa Bossa Jazz @ Motto am Fluss

Layali begins as a hypnotic mirage: haunting Arabic chants drift through the sand-soaked air, wrapping you in mystery and tension. Then, without warning, the earth shakes — a massive bass drop ignites the rhythm, and the dance floor becomes a ritual.
With its fusion of Arabic percussion, hypnotic house energy, and spiritual chanting, Layali blurs the line between past and future — a sound both sacred and primal. The groove builds in waves, echoing like a heartbeat beneath desert stars.

Layali

Come On Teacher

From a series of (almost) daily ocean glimpses. The music is composed to a video of the sea (photons captured fresh every day). You can experience the full video version here: https://youtu.be/A3o-wHMLnM8

Glimpse 1492 (Nov 2 2025)

This album was released in 2019 and is a look back on the places I've left behind once I started to travel , like a "Gitane" or "Gipsy"...and now, remastered for an even better listening experience.

03 plus de vérité (master track)

It's not you
It's me
That's what you say when you're breaking up with me
And it's true
I've been tryin' to get you to leave
Since our second date when you went and made me
Stand outside the restaurant
Waitin' there
Makin' small talk
With a drunk girl and a man who just got divorced
Yeah
You always made me wait
Then you blamed me for bein' late
You'd say
"You don't love me anymore"
I said
"I do
But not for long"
And I was right all along

I bet the next one's gonna be better
'Cause I don't think it could get much worse
I don't know what to say
But there are two words
That I know
Oh
I bet the next one's gonna be better
'Cause I don't think it could get much worse
I don't know what to say
But there are two words
That I know

I said
"I'm sorry"
You said
"It's fine"
And I think that's when I knew you were lyin'
Because the next night
You threw my guitar on the ground
And you know
Those things don't come around
That often
And I'm still so heartbroken
And then you went and asked me
To go and get you some coffee
I said
"Why?" and you said
"Just because"
I think I still loved you then
But after two weekends with your friends
I decided that enough was enough
You said
"No"
And I said
"Yes"
And it was good while it lasted
I guess

I bet the next one's gonna be better
'Cause I don't think it could get much worse
I don't know what to say
But there are two words
That I know
Oh
I bet the next one's gonna be better
'Cause I don't think it could get much worse
I don't know what to say
But there are two words
That I know

So I say goodbye to the summer of hell
And it's so hard to say
But you should've never been here anyway
So I say goodbye to the summer of hell
And it's so hard to say
But you should've never been here anyway

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Next One's Gonna Be Better

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An acoustic piece written by Travis Pichler and Corbin Carlson

At a Loss for Words

The two of us have been playing together since we picked up our guitars, long ago. Since then, we have written music of many styles, mainly focusing on our acoustic music over the past 2 years. We love experimenting with tunings, and are currently building a recording studio so that more of our music can be added to our page. Listen and enjoy!

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At a Loss for Words

Nothing Suite