words and music Matthias Hanich
demo for The Groovy Cellar

Summer's Gone  - Demo Version 2  /Organ / Matthias Hanich

Piano Piece #5

Reality (Like A Dream)

White Owl (part 1) - (pinkdot & my antiques in my index #2 prod. by pinkdot)

Lyrics:

You wanna troubled mind
Here's one for you
You're kinda hard to find
But I'm onto you (x2)

You wanna trace the tune
well here's a few 
You wanna hear the truth 
Well I know I'm through 

My days are over and over
My plays get older and older
Grab a hold of me
Something has a hold of me
Sunlit dream
hard to keep 
far too keen

You wanna troubled mind
Here's one for you
You're kinda hard to find
But I'm onto you 

You wanna trace the tune
well here's a few 
You wanna hear the truth 
Well I know I'm through 
Well I know I'm through with you
Dunno what to do

Chase the chimes

“Singing a song with a single stroke”

Vocals: A woman playing guitar and singing in the street, and Vocaloid Yukari.

Art work: Bianca Van Dijk via Pixabay

ひとり
ひとり
ひとりが
ともだち
ゆきかう
じごくで
ひとりが
ともだち

Loneliness is my friend.
In a city where all kinds of hell comes and goes, Solitude is my friend.

Singing a song with a single stroke

Singing A Song With A Single Stroke

Brin de reggae

Fit For A King

Lyrics below...
Artwork is by my friend's wife Margaryta Yermolayeva.
Please check out her paintings at margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com

Lyrics:

Wrested with enigma of time
Shadows on the wall from the fire behind
Shapes and detail, circles and lines

I've always wondered what could it be
release these shackles, set me free

Thousands of years we thought we knew
We were sure that it all must be true
Silhouettes of monsters and God
Before my eyes, you can see it to.

There must be more than life beholds
Once in a while I feel that breeze that's cold
If I could only turn around
If I could only turn around
If I could only turn around

And then that fateful day came
All the elders thought I was insane
Turning around for the first time

Thousands of years of myths and lies
Leaving the cave I almost died
On my knees, in my hands, I cried
On my knees, in my hands, I cried

Wrested with the enigma of time
Shadows on the wall from the fire behind
Shapes and detail, circles and lines