Liban

Highlander on the run

ZenGazer

A song from my old band, Mercy Corps, back in the 2000s. Still hungover from the alt-rawk 90s we started to mess with dance punk. I went big crazy with the Moog on the verses. Too much? 

Lift Me Up

A song from the 2000s band Mercy Corps. First time recording my voice. It's, uh, harsh. But I wanted to sound like John Lydon of PIL, you know all nasally, pissed off, and in your face. I worry I just got the nasally part right. 🤧

Hairshirt Lover

I Drove My Car At 150MPH

Another great tenor solo from My mate Georg !!!

BRUTAL w/ Georg Boehme

Fasten your seat belts and head into space with this guitar driven track. Another collaboration between Graham J Williams and Heliopolis 5.
Words & Music: Graham Williams   -   Produced by Graham Williams & Heliopolis 5
Lead & Backing vocals: Graham Williams
Lead Guitars & Rhythm Guitars: Graham Williams
Brass, Bass, Drums & Keyboards: Heliopolis 5

Check out more of Heliopolis 5's excellent work by visiting his page: @user-555484870.

Sooner  or  later,  sooner  or  later,
Let the engines glow,  3  2  1  let's  go
Sooner  or  later,  we'll  head  for  the  stars,
We've  been  to  the  Moon,  got  a  date  set  for  Mars,
Space  exploration,  to  places  afar,
Sooner  or  later  we'll  go,  no doubt  about  it  I   know
Space  exploration,  creates  fascination
Planets  beyond  our  Sun,  we  can't  be the only one
Out  there  beyond  the  stars  we  can  see,
Light  years  away,  lots  more  galaxies,
Head  for  the  future,  for  our  destiny,
Sooner  or  later  we'll  go,  no doubt  about  it  I   know
Alien  creatures,  might  even  reach  us,
From  planets  beyond  our  Sun,  we  can't  be  the  only  one
The  stars  that  we  see  are  just  suns  in  the  skies,
On  some  distant  planets  not  seen  by  our  eyes,
We've  got  to go  out  there,  to  enlighten  our  lives
Sooner  or  later  we'll  go,  no doubt  about  it  I   know
Sooner  or  later,  sooner  or  later,      
The  journey  has  just  begun,
Travelling  beyond  our  Sun,      
The  journey  has  just  begun,            
Sooner  or  later, sooner  or  later, we'll  go

Sooner or Later

Bluesinha is a cheeky little blues that tells the story of a smooth-talking hustler who underestimated the girl — and ended up getting what he deserved. But in the end, they find common ground, and desire wins out. A tale of love for lust, or maybe lust for love.

Little Blues (Bluesinha)

Listen here, my girl,
Don’t mean to play you wrong,
Hope you’ll forgive me,
But tonight I can't come along.
I got no cash on me,
No ride, no fare,
And I know you don’t
Take buses anywhere.
My vibe is rock and roll,
But your scene’s pop and gold,
It’s money...

I’m a streetwise stray
In this crazy town,
Was a punk, Hare Krishna,
Now I sleep on the ground.
I got nowhere to go,
Got nothing to share,
No dog, no room or sofa,
No TV, not even air.
But if I steal your mint drop,
And sip your whisky on the rocks —
That's sweeter...

My vibe is rock and roll,
But your world’s pop control,
It’s money...

Now listen up, my dear,
Let me make it clear,
I don’t want your money,
Don’t care what you wear.
My folks pay my bills,
That much you should know,
Cash ain’t what I’m missing —
Just got nowhere to go.

My vibe is pure raw lust,
Your scene’s all junk and dust,
So hollow...

So come on now, my love,
Let’s not waste the night,
I’m finally gettin'
What’s been feelin' right.
You want me,
And I want you too —
Why worry 'bout the rest
When the world’s just passin' through?
Our beat is touch and heat,
Our world’s a Woodstock street —
So mellow...

And our life is tight,
Our kiss? A bolt of light —
Straight yellow.

+++++++++++++++PORTUGUES

Bluesinha é um blues canalha, que conta a história de um malandro que subestimou a garota e acabou levando o troco. Mas no final eles se entendem e o desejo prevalece. Uma história de amor ao tesão, ou tesão de amor.

Bluesinha

 
Escute aqui menina,
Eu não quero te enganar,
Vê se me desculpa, 
Mas hoje não vai dar...
Não tenho dinheiro, 
Tô sem condução,
Sei também que você 
Não é de pegar buzão.
Minha balada é rock,
Mas seu mundo é pop,
Dinheiro...
Eu sou bicho urbano, 
Dessa cidade louca,
Já fui punk, Hare Krishna
Hoje eu durmo numa moita
Não tenho pra onde ir
Nada à oferecer
Cachorro, quarto ou sala,
Nem banheiro nem tv.
Mas se eu te serro um drops,
Seu whisk on-the-rocks
Primeiro...
Minha balada é rock,
Mas seu mundo é pop,
Dinheiro...

Então preste atenção,
Vou te explicar meu bem,
Não quero sua grana,
Nem saber o que Tú tem,
Minha família é quem me banca,
Você deve saber
A mim não falta grana,
O que me falta é quem comer.
Minha balada é fuck
Mas seu mundo é junkie
Fuleiro...
Então venha meu amor,
Não vamos perder tempo
Agora eu to sacando,
O que está acontecendo
Você me quer, 
Eu te quero também,
Pra que saber do resto 
Se o mundo vai ou vem
Nossa balada é o toque
Nosso mundo Woodstok
Inteiro...
Mas nossa vida é top,
Nosso beijo e um choque!
E meio....

Little Blues (Bluesinha)


Link to the usual pictures and sounds combo space - https://youtu.be/hi3shfq1pfc

Original artwork by EL-HO
Lyrics
Well when…
yesterday’s deaths are tomorrow’s lack of news
the headlines read a tragedy of a rich man’s point of view
while all around we struggle as their fight goes on and out
we’re just candles in a monsoon and a lightning strike in drought
We feed monsters in our heads
We beat monsters under our bed 
We need monsters to aim our guns
We feel monsters to regret what’s done
Yeah we are monsters

With every breath a fresh chance a new time to be awake
but we’d rather hate our enemies than befriend a fool who’s fake
with every shot not taken that’s saved up ‘til the end
dying in our apathy in our wake we’ll still pretend
that every day’s a new day another chance to be alive
instead we choose the monsters feed them demon’s ‘til they thrive
We feed monsters in our heads
We beat monsters under our beds
We need monsters to aim our guns
We feel monsters to regret  
Do you regret what’s done
Monsters…just monsters 
We’re monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters 
We’re just monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters
We’re all monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters
They’re all monsters of new old monsters
We’ll all monsters and monsters and monsters
All monsters of monsters their monsters
All monsters of monsters they’re monsters
We’re all monsters of their old monsters
Monsters of their old monsters
They’re monsters
Same old monsters


Feeding Monsters

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

Passionate Apathy

Before

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Prod. by Cold Melody


Twilight

The Walking Session (Rehearsal)

Empathy and resilience .mp3

I just redid the mix and fixed the drums, and some of the more glaring vocal problems, and got that cool guitar lead to shine a little. It sounds a lot better now.
Please pardon my vocals, this is actually for a female artist. Not autobiographical, just a story. My apologies to Irma Thomas.

You were my angel, and i was under your spell
And you promised life would be a fairytale
But i was no more than your possession
And you put me through hell
Though you called it heaven

And everytime i tried to leave, you’d just wave your hand
And I’d come crawling back on my knees
I would pray you’d treat me better
When you’d smile at me so sad and so sweet

But something’s changed inside, I can see now who you are
and that sweet smile aint gonna get you very far!

Now who’s the one? Who’s down on their knees?
No need to beg, there’s nothing left that you can take from me
You don’t have any power here no more
Well you’ve lost your wings, and I know just what you’re here for
You are no angel, you are a devil, to the core
And you ain’t welcome here no more

Don’t come back inside, don’t put your bags down on the floor
You ain’t welcome here no more

You ain't welcome here no more

dette er en selvbiografisk melankolsk sang der handler om at se tilbage og tænke over tilværelsen.

This is an autobiographical melancholic song about looking back and reflecting on life.

Tusind veje Hjem

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Credit: beat Produced by LickOwens

That You Were There

In the smoky air
The strings collide
A blues guitar weeps
It’s my guide
Spanish whispers in the night
Bagpipes call from a distant height

A whistle cuts the heavy sky
It sings
It soars
It won't comply

Winds of the world
They scream and hum
From the highland hills to where oceans drum
Take my soul
Let it run
Winds of the world
I’m undone

I Drove My Car At 150MPH

Omnisedan