Name: Breaking the Illusion [Instrumental] Like A Thief In The Night Mix by The Psychonauts
Duration: 5 min 8 s
Description: Breaking the Illusion [Instrumental] Like A Thief In The Night Mix

Sort of an undemocratic approach to saving democracy, don't you think?
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For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles west of Austin, in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em prancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats that swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.
 
Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Bloom

Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed and mastered by The Mysterious Decibel

When this castle crumbles
Toss me with the crumbs
When this castle crumbles
And the rumble drums
I'm jousting with a ghost
The other side of the toast
Now I don't mean to brag
And I don't mean to boast
But I'm Courtney love gone Julius Caesar 
Courtney Love how would you please her?
Would you bury it a few times
Marry  it a few times 
Bury it a few times only for the end of this to take a hit to the face and be buried underneath with no crimes 
Am I spilling my own blood on the right side of my own dime?

My feet are rising off the ground
Where am I going?
We are lost before we are found
When wounds are showing

Killing My Ghost

OK, this is a very weird novelty song about literally nothing! No hidden meanings or words of wisdom here. Just a nice little old timey jazzy instrumental that had lyrics at one time but I discarded them and just made a video using the instrumental track. What inspired me to write this song was a silent short film I watched that was made in 1907 called "The Dancing Pig". It's on YouTube so watch it, it's about 5 minutes long and it is very creepy! It's a French film and it's about this woman that dances with this animatronic pig. She humiliates the pig and then he enacts his revenge by eating her offstage?? The pig is a giant puppet, being controlled by several people and is really quite remarkable, to say the least! It's amazing that it was filmed in 1907 and is so eerie and creepy! So I basically just added some of the footage in the video and called the song "Salty Bacon". 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/Olkp1xz_VLw

I played the banjo on this one and gave it a very old fashioned jazzy style to it! I did play a mean hard rock lead guitar and some funky keyboards on this song, I tried to mix some rock in with an old style jazzy tune. I think it worked! The video is about nothing, I just edited any random clips together that I came across. The video didn't take too long to make, about a day only, quite different from the "Sweatin' Bullets" video that took about a week! So I hope you all enjoy my novelty song and video but don't partake too much in the Salty Bacon, it's bad for your health!😂 Thanks for watching and take care everyone!✌🏼😎🙏

"SALTY BACON" (Video - https://youtu.be/Olkp1xz_VLw)

I Will Give You Time

The Queen

Breaking the Illusion [Instrumental] Like A Thief In The Night Mix

a story of a local boy growing up making bad decisions

#reggae #bobmarley #petertosh #chilled #afrobeat

***LYRICS***

Please let me give you some advice
My friend,
You carry on skanking people,
You going to wake up dead,
Always scheming and cheating folks,
Trying to make more bread,
Be grateful for what you have ,
Listen to what I said .... 

Oh oh...... listen to what I said.. 

hey yeah........ listen to what I said.. 

People got no time,
For foolish acts like you,
Think you're one step ahead,
Think you're so cool,
Its only a matter of time,
Before they catch up with you,
Pangas sharpened to take you apart,
You stupid fool... 

Oh oh,  you gonna wake up dead, 

Cheating people out of their hard earned 
Bread ..
You gonna wake  up dead
You going to be another statistic,
Listen to what I said 

I and I can't protect you no more,
There's gonna be bloodshed,
You too far gone man,
You gonna wake up dead,
Told you all along,
You got to use you head, 
Bludclut you never listened,
No more can be said ...yeaaah eeeh 

Oh oh,  you gonna wake up dead,
Yeah yeah 
You gonna wake up dead,






Wake Up Dead

       This song I wrote back in 2011 and I wanted a swampy, funky, sexy, soulful, sound to it, just a slow mellow vibe to groove to in a slow dance or something. I was going for that Barry White or Marvin Gaye kind of vibe. I worked hard on the lyrics and tried to capture that first date/first dance kind of chemistry! A little spark in the dark, if you will! Charlie did a great job singing it. I had done a video for it early on but it just wasn't very well done so I remixed the song and produced a new video for it about a weeks ago. I think it sounds and looks way better now. Let me know what you think? Watch the video for a little extra excitation!😂

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/toy4u50uwDk

This song is intended for adults to enjoy, no silly love song here!😂 I was trying to write a "Strangers In The Night" type of song with a funky beat. Nothing personal and no back story for this one, just some Funky Fun for all the Dirty Dancers out there!😂 Remember you can't spell Funky without a little Fun! Charlie also played some very groovy harmonica on it. I hope everybody likes it because sometimes between heartbeats love fades away! 😍 Thanks again and take care!🙏😎✌🏼

“BETWEEN HEARTBEATS”

I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION,    
SIPPING CHAMPAIGN AND EATING CAVIAR,     
A BIT OF CASUAL FLIRTATION,      
A LITTLE TEA FOR TWO,     
A MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS,
              
HER EYES WERE ASKING ME PERSONAL QUESTIONS,    
GRABBING MY ATTENTION LIKE A FIREFLY,    
USING THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF DISCRETION,     
WE DANCED THROUGH THE NIGHT,   
ON A BEAM OF MOONLIGHT,
    
A ONEWAY TICKET STRAIGHT UP TO HEAVEN,         
ON A STREAKING COMET ACROSS THE SKY,  
WITH DAYBREAK CAME A LITTLE ISOLATION,    
AFTER ALL, IT MAY HAVE BEEN A DREAM,     
I KNOW IT’S NOT MUCH OF A CONSOLATION,    
BUT WHEN STRANGERS MEET,     
BETWEEN HEARTBEATS,   
THEY FADE AWAY,     
THEY FADE AWAY,     
THEY FADE AWAY……
             
BY JIM VALDES © 2011

"BETWEEN HEARTBEATS" (Video - https://youtu.be/toy4u50uwDk)

Antwort an den Verfall

Zelle B steht da, mit dem Stein des Hofes in der Hand, und die Stimme des Verfalls, diese raue, bröckelnde Präsenz, ist wieder da – nicht in den Wänden, sondern in ihm selbst.
„Ich weiß, dass du uns alle sammelst,“ sagt Zelle B. „Du machst uns gleich – im Bruch, in der Rückkehr, im Staub.“
Die Risse antworten nicht. Sie dehnen sich. Ein Zeichen: Man hört.
„Aber was du nennst ‚Ende‘ war immer Ort. Und was du nennst ‚Nichts‘ war immer Verbindung.“
Die Stimme des Verfalls zögert. Nicht trotzig, nicht drohend – sondern überrascht.
„Und wenn wir aufhören, dich zu fürchten?“ „Wenn wir dich nicht bekämpfen, sondern erkennen?“
Ein Tropfen fällt auf den Stein. Er zieht eine Linie – wie eine feuchte Antwort auf trockene Jahre.
„Ich bin nicht dein Gegenteil,“ sagt Zelle B. „Ich bin dein Echo. Du sprichst durch mich, und ich habe gelernt, zu antworten.“
 Der Hof vibriert. Nicht laut. Nur wie ein Körper, der verstanden wurde.
„In mir wächst etwas,“ sagt Zelle B, „Und es wächst aus dir. Nicht aus Widerstand, sondern aus Annahme.“
Dann schweigt er. Nicht weil er keine Worte mehr hat, sondern weil die Antwort angekommen ist.
Der Verfall ist still. Aber die Stille ist neu. Nicht leer – erfüllt.
Kapitel: Die Sprache des Verfalls
Zelle B steht noch immer im Hof. Der Stein in seiner Hand wärmt sich langsam auf, nicht durch Sonne, sondern durch Erinnerung.
Der Verfall ist da. Nicht sichtbar, nicht greifbar – aber spürbar wie eine zweite Haut, die nie ganz abfiel.
„Du bist der Teil, vor dem alle fliehen,“ sagt Zelle B, „weil sie denken, er sei das Ende.“
Doch jetzt, da alles ihn berührt hat – der Regen, die Frau, das Hofflüstern – wird klar: Der Verfall ist nicht die Dunkelheit, sondern das Licht, das nicht blendet.
 Eine Stimme kehrt zurück. Nicht von außen. Von überall.
„Ich bin das Gemeinsame,“ sagt der Verfall. „Ich bin das, was ihr alle teilt, ohne es zu wollen.“
„Weil wir uns davor fürchten,“ antwortet Zelle B. „Vor dem Moment, in dem wir Teil werden. Nicht mehr Ich. Sondern Wir.“
 Die Wände zucken. Die Risse verändern ihre Richtung. Sie wachsen nicht mehr auseinander – sie wachsen zueinander.
Der Hof beginnt zu weben. Zwischen Stein und Pflanze, zwischen Schatten und Licht. Ein Muster entsteht – kein Teppich, kein Plan. Nur ein Beweis: Dass alles verbunden ist, sobald der Widerstand endet.
 Und Zelle B? Er ist nicht mehr Beobachter. Nicht mehr Abgegrenzter. Er ist Knotenpunkt. Nicht Zentrum, aber Durchgang.
Der Verfall spricht noch einmal:
„Du bist da. Nicht weg. Nicht zwischen. Genau da. Und deshalb bist du das Erste, das sich erinnern darf.“
Zelle B nickt. Nicht für sich. Für alles.
Kapitel: Chor des Verfalls
Der Hof schweigt. Aber das Schweigen ist nicht leer – es wartet. Dann kommt Bewegung, wie aus den Schatten geformt.
Zuerst der Mann mit den runden Schultern, der immer auf der rostigen Bank sitzt, immer schaut, nie spricht. Heute steht er auf. Der Staub hebt sich von seiner Haut wie Erinnerung.
„Ich bin die Ecke, die ihr nie putzt,“ sagt er. „Ich bin der Gedanke, den ihr verdrängt. Und doch – bin ich Teil.“
 Dann die Frau mit dem Pflaster am Hals, die immer Summen hört, wo andere nur Stille finden. Sie tritt vor, Hände in den Manteltaschen, und ihre Stimme klingt wie ein feuchter Pinselstrich.
„Verfall ist meine Melodie,“ sagt sie. „Ich spiele ihn leise, damit ihr nicht merkt, wie oft ihr schon getanzt habt.“
Der Hof hört zu – aufmerksamer denn je.

Fortsetzung folgt am Sonntag um 10:00h.

kolkhorst 2025



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