Fragments Of You Part II

Original song: @neowakan- Not the Same
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02-07-2025
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i was supposed to delete almost 4 tracks (plays/likes/cmnts/insights-all gone), to free some space for a new download! All music platforms "suck"
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lyrics:
They're telling us to go back, 
To what we were in the past,
But we are no more there, 
That version of us stands in the distance, 
and it's waving us goodbye, 
Wishing us good luck, 
we are not the same. 

They're telling us to hold back,
of sharing what hurts inside, 
But they were no more there.
Pain, fear, shame, and hate,
They're better keep quiet there's no debate, 
Didn't run for their lives
So they don't care!

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well, twelve days may not seem so long to many! but it can turn the whole world of some ppl upside down 4ever!

Not the Same

The dream of flying , far from this world, with the beloved one....

On Oubliera

Harbinger２

   EL AGUA ESTANCADA


Vas por la calle que está ahí abajo         Em-A5
Nunca es tan tarde cuando el tiempo sobra 
Paredes de mármol reflejan tu cara 
Y en la mañana crecen los cactus 
Antes de ver a esa mujer extraña 
Oscuros los buitres dejaban tu casa 
Acá las sombras festejan tu llegada 
Se disfrazan sin decirte nada 
Llevan la voz del silencio            C-Am-Em-A5
Cómo palabra y te engañan      C-Am-Em-A5
Sólo vos podés acercarte                       Em-A5
Sólo vos podés alejarte 
Si es tu sueño el que te lleva      C-Am-Em-A5
Si es tu fuego el que te trae 
Ahora ves cuando estás en la vereda    Em-A5
El agua estancada                         C-Am-Em-A5

EL AGUA ESTANCADA

Lyrics:

nothing is scarier
 than facing myself

peeling off the layers
 like fruit on a shelf

monsters crawling out 
from under my shell

and no one seems to hear me 
when i cry for help

but i’m taking  all the darkness 
that was woven  into me 
and turning it  into something 
greater

 i want to laugh  'til my ribs explode
i want to feel every crack  in my bones
i want a ring from my baby
 i want to forget  all about new york

 i want to laugh  'til my ribs explode
i want to feel every crack  in my bones
i want a ring from my baby
 i want to forget  all about new york

 i want to laugh  'til my ribs explode
i want to feel every crack  in my bones
i want a ring from my baby
 i want to forget  all about new york

i glamorized my sadness
 like decor on a wall

tears dripping down my cheeks 
tsunamis flooding the hall

but i’ve met what’s underneath 
and i greet it with grace

i’ve got people who would take me in 
when i can’t find my place

but i’m taking  all the darkness 
that was woven  into me 
and turning it  into something 
greater

 i want to laugh  'til my ribs explode
i want to feel every crack  in my bones
i want a ring from my baby
 i want to forget  all about new york

 i want to laugh  'til my ribs explode
i want to feel every crack  in my bones
i want a ring from my baby
 i want to forget  all about new york

 i want to laugh  'til my ribs explode
i want to feel every crack  in my bones
i want a ring from my baby
 i want to forget  all about new york

i don’t want the past to haunt me
 i was born with so much light
 before something 
died inside

but i found this superpower 
of flipping things around 
when life gives me lemons
i smoke them to the ground


LEMONS (Demo)

This poem is to honour a really cool compare by this fabulous  artist:
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Thanks so much 🙌🏽🎶

The Comus Clock

Comus the plaque
Trophy like clock
We're taking it back
Music shared like it was
Human to human
Ear for ear
Nostalgia be proving
No future to fear

Fabulous folk
Impressionist norm
New from the old
Falsetto of sun
If one cell of me
Creates notes like this
Kids be happy
This future holds bliss

We've read the old real
We think we agree
Let's learn this old field
Not burned with money
Diana holds dream
He knows panic signed
That Malgaard Suite
Greatest raw new defined

True to their new
More out there then Morrison
Old become new
Good musical origin
Tribal
Aural tantric
True to their clue
An honour compare
Let's bring it to brew

The Comus Clock (Poem and Notes)

I recently had the opportunity to enjoy a few wonderful days off, completely offline, in a small, old hotel in the countryside overlooking a beautiful lake. for some reason, this place has not yet been discovered by lifestyle influencers or occupied by adventure-seeking stand-up paddlers.

surrounded by this tranquility and far from the hustle and bustle, the lyrics for a song I had published on sc as an instrumental years ago came to mind. it wasn't that easy to get my virtual singer to perform the glissando guitar melody from back then, but it worked out reasonably well in the end.

have a fabulous, relaxing weekend, everyone!

trigger warning (not fishing for contradictory compliments): my english lyrics probably sound like schoolboy poetry. however, I have to take that risk, hoping the meaning still comes across. it‘s about realizing how empty it is to always chase the faster, better, more, to constantly wonder what‘s next, to see time as the enemy, and to ultimately be nothing but a rushing shadow of one's own driven nature. 

©music & lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 4.5+

clock ticks, so loud
ears wildly ringing
eyes on the door
nothing to hear
feet tap restlessly, drumming
standstill, still running
I'd like to ignore it
but it's too strong 
it will take me away

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m wasting my days
As a ghost with no face

time quietly flies
it won’t wait and it won’t give me another chance for better
it will take me away 
as it did every day

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face

my fast-drifting days
a flash like a match in a blaze
all hours I chase
just lost in the haze
I’m losing this race
won’t find any ways
I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face

I’m losing this race
As a ghost with no face
I’m losing this race
I’m a ghost with no face

Ghost with no face

Sex Sounds

America - North And South Together

Coming At Ya With Another Bomb Track

Recorded @ Studio B 

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Fragments Of You Part II

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