GRIEVING HEART


Grieving heart – I took the part of a dog lost in the woods
Grieving heart – tethered to the bushes and crying out all I could
I shed the pain, sheltered the shame and moved from where I stoodTo where suffering is just a word, to fly is for the birds and what I understood
My grieving heart wasn’t doing me any good



Grieving heart – it’s time to start beating like you should
Grieving heart – pounded into submission by making it on foot
I took the blame, got rid of the chains that kept me from living right
I took stock of it all, stopped it from a fall and saw within my sight, my grieving heart said enough with this fight


Grieving heart, grieving heart, grieving heart, grieving heart


You’ve got a lot of nerve, to put me on that curve and take me so off course
Now I’m back with a plan, you’re not gonna stand in the way of my force
My grieving heart said to feel no remorse
Grieving heart, grieving heart, grieving heart, grieving heart

Grieving Heart

Gaz Brownie:  Lyrics, Melody, Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass at Vestervang, DK

Thanks so much for this brilliant collab, Gaz! I' m more than happy!

Whiteheat Happiness  ft. GAZ BROWNIE

madrac od parketa(demo)

J-No Hell, No Heaven

28-2-2025

Music/Vocals by NettaMoon & Netta&McGill - words written by a dear friend.
Available on most music streaming platforms.
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«Vårsang» means Song of Spring

Vårsang

NO FUSS // Short Musical Story Why Excitement Is Not Worth It …
@docfritz // Soundscapes, Music, Rhythm Design, Cover, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ @ OESJ 
© 2025 // All Rights Reserved

NO FUSS

Grand Day

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

** Famous Tolstoy quotes:)
*"Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it."

*"Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly."

*"Real wisdom is not the knowledge of everything, but the knowledge of which things in life are necessary, which are less necessary, and which are completely unnecessary to know."

**"Since corrupt people unite amongst themselves to constitute a force, then honest people must do the same."

**"Just as one candle lights another and can light thousands of other candles, so one heart illuminates another heart and can illuminate thousands of other hearts."

**"Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs. This state of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking."

**"Once we're thrown off our habitual paths, we think all is lost, but it's only here that the new and the good begins."

**"A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction."

**"Love is the only way to rescue humanity from all ills."

**"Many people have ideas on how others should change; few people have ideas on how they should change."

**"The difference between real material poison and intellectual poison is that most material poison is disgusting to the taste, but intellectual poison, which takes the form of cheap newspapers or bad books, can unfortunately sometimes be attractive."

**"Men pray to the Almighty to relieve poverty. But poverty comes not from God's laws-it is blasphemy of the worst kind to say that. Poverty comes from man's injustice to his fellow man."
-- Leo Tolstoy

🦁🤍🤲🏻🕯⁂©All Rights Reserved 04-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE TOLSTOY'S WHISPER
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
He spoke of love that knows no chains
A truth that cuts through life's remains
A simple life where hearts are free
Tolstoy's whisper
A melody

(Verse 2)
He saw the rich
Their hollow throne
A world of greed
Where seeds are sown
He preached of peace
Of humble ways
Through fields of gold
His spirit sways

(Chorus)
Break the walls
Tear the veil
Live for love
Let kindness sail
In every soul
A spark to see
The light he dreamed for you and me

(Verse 3)
He walked with peasants
Felt their strife
Found the divine in daily life
No palace grand
No crown of gold
Just hearts that beat
Just hands to hold

(Bridge)
A man of earth
A voice of sky
He asked us all the question: Why?
Why chase the wind
Why fight the tide?
When love's the truth we can't divide

(Verse 4)
His books
They linger
Hearts ignite
A prophet’s voice
A guiding light
Through letters inked
His soul unfolds
A story told
Forever bold

Humble Is Enough

Tolstoy's Whisper

SIN PIE is the debut album from multi-hyphenate artist IAMGRÜV. Emotionally raw like a "diary of demos", SIN PIE is a deep dive into our doubts, demons, and desires written over eclectic, yet conscious compositions that were all produced, mixed and mastered by IAMGRÜV. Though the mood is mindful and sometimes melancholy, the music in SIN PIE is motivational as it scores the struggles of self-discipline and self-love. Incorporating multiple instruments, ideas and identities, IAMGRÜV masterfully mixed a myriad of ingredients to make SIN PIE a deliciously cohesive project. The creative process was clearly a therapy session for IAMGRÜV, but SIN PIE delivers like a sermon as the 19-song album opens and closes in prayer-like poetry while exploring hard concepts like addiction, suicidal ideations, and more.

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My band Nickel and Steel's debut album out now.  Preview a few tracks at Nickel and Steel's SoundCloud page:  https://soundcloud.com/nickelandsteel

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