words and music Matthias Hanich
demo for The Groovy Cellar

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

My mother had a nice 90. birthday. I'm happy.

90. Birthday Of My Dear Mother

Adrift

Video is available here: https://youtu.be/2Ho2i0Oa4xs  

Because I missed playing the guitar... here is some authentic viking rock :)

Most riffs on by Patrick on Riffage Metal (Impact Soundworks)
Drum grooves are by Kerim Lechner
Shamanic voices: Omen by Silence

Gods of Rägna-Röck(Video Available: youtu.be/2Ho2i0Oa4xs )

This is The Shadows In The Shade.  It's about "living in a simulation" theory.

Lyrics:
Watching every move you make
Hearing every thought
Knowing everything you are
And everything you're not

Nothing will you try to do
Nothing do you say
Shadows in the shade
Providing you the way

Every move you make, your own
Believe what you believe
Yet doing things with cause unknown
Is too much to conceive

Barely take a moment's pause
Then get on with your day
Back on track and for the cause
For that's the chosen way

Connecting and collecting
Minds and souls to trade
Blending in the background
Shadows in the shade

In another lifetime
Outside in the sun
Playing games with those they knew
Real friends having fun

Mothers called the children home
When the sun went down
Street lights brightly shined the way
For all the kids in town

Immersing in the virtual
Real worlds to the eyes
Without a question follow paths
As if hypnotized

Somewhere in the deepest dream
A voice is calling out
Street lights brightly shine the way
Then suddenly go out

Morning brings a brand new day
In time all dreams will fade
All part of the simulation
From shadows in the shade

The Shadows In The Shade

RIP Terry Hall.

I like this song very much. It was written by Jane Wiedlin of the Go-Gos and Hall, apparently following a brief affair, though I didn’t know any of this until reading about it recently after the sad news of Terry Hall’s death in December. I have never before inflicted a cover on the world and if my attempt here works at all I think it’s a demonstration of how a really good pop song can survive a minimal arrangement and a dodgy vocal.

I may end up having to take it down :/ but there are other covers of this on SC already – so something something Mechanical Licencing Collective something something something. Maybe.

Many many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his encouragement.
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Produced performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Michael Fenton https://unsplash.com/@michaelrfenton

Our Lips Are Sealed - Cover

U C M A Master-Full Kind Of A Small Fish  FryN Guy

LOU OSIAVO @user-659662265: 'STRAY GHOST' IS AN AMAZING TRACK THAT TAKES MY MIND TO HAPPY PLACES! I HOPE THAT Y'ALL LIKE IT TOO !!  MUCH PEACE & LOVE TO Y'ALL!!!!! THANK Y'ALL FOR CREATING THIS AWESOME-NESS LOU YAYYYYY!!!!!!! :o) XOXO

KRAE- LOU OSIAVO 'STRAY GHOST' EDM (PROD. BY LOU OSIAVO - FEAT. KENNA-RAE)

Reflections of intuition III

Been thinking about Lou Reed recently and how he'd spin his lyrics. Especially his album "Berlin".

I'm Going Mad At Ten
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

I’m going mad at ten
Won’t you join me then?
Have a bit of tea,
Then a maddening spree
Won’t you join me 

We’ll start with some soft shoe,
Then I’ll scream at you,
And make a fist to swing,
And we’ll break some things,
Then laugh and sing.

Your love led us to this madness,
My illogical syllogism
Your love has made us go quite insane,
See what the blows of mad people can do.

Your love ideal is high,
Way up In the sky,
I can’t stand on solid ground,
With you around.
Nothing is sound.

Your love led us to this madness,
My illogical syllogism
Your love has made us go quite insane,
See what the blows of mad people do.

How many times must you cry in pain,
to give our love some understanding,
How many times must you tell me,
There’s no reason for what you're doing,
love is just having fun,
Our love is just having fun,
and I’m mad to think you think you don’t want another beating,
That thinking is insane.

Tea?
How many lumps?
Fifteen?
Or as before,
Thirty-nine?