Endless Colorful Waves was written and recorded while in an altered state of mind.

Cheers,
Daniel Lars

C. 2022
All instruments: Daniel Lars
All songs Mixed, Written, Produced, Mastered: Daniel Lars

Reality Sparks High

Endless Colorful Waves

A re-mastered and finely-tuned version of this song from our second album

LYRICS:

In summertime we find you fallow
The waves are rolling into the shallow
The leaves are falling
The engine’s stalling now
The mood is calling out for a change

Oh, your honesty’s on show
And oh, it’s gonna have to go

The evening air descends with a promise
An unread note on a tree in a forest
The names are chosen
The night is closing in
The thought’s imposing on you now

Oh, your honesty’s on show
And honestly it’s gotta go

Your Honesty [2022 Rework]

Lyrics: 
A fresh dawn
Casts a shadow of a doubt
A black cone
Subtle splendor in your eyes
You get to know you don't wanna play a part
You get to know you don't wanna play this part

Swept away by a know voice in a call
Drifted away from a lonely distant shore
Stabilized in a movement hard to stop
Far away from a place you barely know

By The Air

Keep Me In The Light

Ask me why - Robert Grigg & Combstead

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Galactic Derelict

Ravchiel

Thank you for your support listening to my latest cinematic sound in the new year 2023.

Single :
Title : The Funny Gate to the Forest
Track : 1.
Genre  : Cinematic 
Artist : Karl Heinz – Heimgartner
Production : Mix and Recording Home Studio
Dat: 06.01.2023
Karl Heimgartner ©

The Funny Gate To The Forest

Blue Tongue

Did this up modern.

When you walk you always fall
When you cry you really bawl
When you speak you mumble and stutter
When you lose a love you just go find another

Somebody’s stupid! Somebody’s stupid!
Somebody’s stupid 
But it’s not me.

When you fight you always lose
When you pick you never choose
When you’re sad it makes me glad
All those things I never had oh

Somebody’s stupid! Somebody’s stupid!
Somebody’s stupid 
But it’s not me.

When you fright you start to shake
Then you feel your body quake
When you go you never know
Who Might be glad to see you go

Somebody’s stupid! Somebody’s stupid!
Somebody’s stupid 
But it’s not me.

BRIDGE

When you think that you know everything
But you ain’t ever read a book, you see?
Well then you’re not smart you’re just pretending
And have been all along.
 When you walk you always fall
When you cry you really bawl
When you speak you mumble and stutter
When you lose a love you just go find another

Somebody’s stupid! Somebody’s stupid!
Somebody’s stupid 
But it’s not me.

Somebody's Stupid

I swing the sickle while the dawn’s still grey,
The rows stretch endless, our backs start to sway,
They count our hours but never our pain,
We bend like wheat in the autumn rain.
Seeds we sow in their shining store,
Profit off labour we can’t ignore,
I pick the song from my calloused palm,
To tell the truth where the fields go calm.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

They promise plenty in the company’s shade,
But we eat the crumbs that the contract made,
Our fathers’ sweat on this same red earth,
Their hopes and dreams given little worth.
I tune my guitar by the hay-baled sun,
Sing for the worker whose day is done,
My song is small but the echo grows,
In the barn-yard hush where the cold wind blows.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

And if the board rooms never see our strain,
The fields remember every drop of rain,
The corn will rise and the pigs will feed,
But the harvest won’t free the ones we need.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

Tonight I play for the ones who lie,
In rented shacks under factory sky,
We’ll fill the halls with our ragged chords,
Till justice knocks at their polished doors.
No gold can mend the broken promise made,
But a song can live when the debts are paid,
I raise this tune for the unseen crew,
For every hand the system withdrew.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

Broken and meek

I'm a guitarist who is venturing into singing and song writing.
It's a daunting task :)

I have a preference for blues, jazz and pop/singersongwriter.

Keep Me In The Light

[Gunnar]