Cool Backing Track provided by Gary Reid ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9CHvJs7ISA
POON-TANG!
[Verse 1]
Well, she ain’t pussy-footin’ around
She’s got both feet on the ground
She’ll leave you sniffin’ like a hound
That’s the power of the poon-tang!

[Verse 2]
Before Adam ever kissed Eve
She had him ya’d better believe
She had more than an apple up her sleeve
That’s the power of the poon-tang!

[Chorus]
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power of the poon-tang
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power of the poon-tang

[Verse 3]
From the moment she batted that look
And you offered to carry her books
From that moment she hadja hooked
That’s the power of the poon-tang!

[Chorus]
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power of the poon-tang
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power of the poon-tang

[Verse 4]
She’ll climb that ladder like a cat
Leave your tongue tied so tight that
Your head won’t know where your head’s at
That’s the power of the poon-tang, oh and

[Bridge]
There’s orange tang and there’s grape tang
And there’s Gramma’s puddin’ tang
But there ain’t no tang like, whoa-whoa

[Chorus]
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power of the poon-tang
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power, the power of the poon-tang, yeah, that's the power, that's the power of the POON-TANG!

[Verse 5]
And should you go messin’ with that mouse
In some chatroom with some low-cut blouse
She’ll surely put you in the doghouse 
And that’s the power of the poon-tang, yeah-yeah

[Chorus/Tag]
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power of the poon-tang
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the POWER…….
…….Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power of the poon-tang
Poon-tang, poon-tang, poon-tang
That’s the power, the power of the poon-tang, yeah, that's the  power, babe, that's the power, the POWER OF THE POONTANG, yeah-ee-yeah


© 2010-2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved

POON-TANG! (revisited)

Mac , music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty , lyrics , vocals
Shane , lyrics , vocals

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

Ghetto Falsetto

Right Behind

maybe it's just me, but the end of summer has always felt like someone suddenly flipped a switch and changed everything overnight. the light, the air, the mood, everything. of course, there's this spectacularly beautiful transition called indian summer in canada and north america, and simply "herbst" here. but the beginning of this magnificent end always feels abrupt to me. recently, it happened again. just like when I was a child, I felt a sense of melancholy, as if it were a permanent farewell. maybe for it will actually be that way. someday.

anyway, in 1981, I had the bizarre idea of writing a musical. I was attracted by the complex challenge. but, above all, it was because I had always been immensely impressed by the musicals of the 60s and 70s: just freaking divine melodies, usually too dramatic, playful and operetta-like for radio.

I got started and wrote a musical about mice (while in london someone way more talented was creating one about cats;-) of course, autumn had to play a role, with all the feelings I associate with it, which I also attribute to mice. scene: two mice sitting together, watching a beautiful sunset, one of them starts singing and dancing.

over the past 40 years, I have reinterpreted the theme of this special part countless times (just example in the case of massive curiosity: ( https://youtu.be/az0T2Uzkgk0?si=QLOK4hJ5i5GcsDbr ), but it has only now become a song with the vocals written once.

I’d also like to share the very first sketch on the subject, once recorded in my band's rehearsal room with a working text. we shared the room with a keyboardist with an unimaginable amount of money. this allowed him to afford things I secretly used for this recording: a brand-new wonder machine called the teac tascam portastudio 244 80s 4 track multitrack cassette tape recorder!!! a yamaha cp 70 grand piano!!! a korg cx-3 organ!!! and a roland tr-808 rhythm composer!!! absolutely insane!!! the rest is my “voice” and, of course, the strat.

And since I’m already at it, I created a template-free hip hop interpretation of the lyrics that more closely reflects my current mood, which is certainly age-related;-)

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

One last warm ray of sunlight.
reflected in the leaves' dance.
A flock of birds flies away.
A sky full of differences.

Nothing blooms or sparkles in the air anymore.
Only the weary scent of farewell.
Of all the strength that once was.
Now, only memories remain.

A quiet dying, piece by piece.
Looking forward, we look back.
To everything light and carefree,
that returned every morning.

as if nothing was ever too late.
Because time turns in circles.
in a boundless world,
where nothing lasts forever.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?

Colourful and enchantingly beautiful to this day.
A play of colours, no farewell.
One last warm ray of sunshine.
There won't be another one.

There won't be another one.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?


Spürst du das auch? (Musical Version)

Forces

You may or may not recognize this cover because the arrangement I chose generally fits my acoustic folk style and sound.........

"Linger" is a song by Irish alternative rock band the Cranberries from their debut studio album, Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? (1993). Written by band members Dolores O'Riordan and Noel Hogan, and produced by Stephen Street, "Linger" was first released as the second and final single from the album on 15 February 1993 by Island Records. It was later re-released on 31 January 1994.

"Linger", which has an acoustic arrangement featuring a string section, became the band's first major hit, peaking at number three in their native Ireland, number eight in the United States, and number 14 in the United Kingdom."                Wikipedia

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Image: Duygu

Linger-The Cranberries (Cover)

Oh Lord, please come and save me
I feel like the Devil’s deep inside

I don’t know how he got there
Oh boy, I want him out my life

And here he comes
From down below
Trying to lead me astray

Oh Lord, I need you now
Anyway and anyhow

The Devil smiles
And reaches out a hand
But I know
He’s not my friend

The time has come to make a change
I need to leave some things behind

I’m sending love up through the cloud
But I feel a hand pulling me down

And here he comes
From down below
Trying to lead me astray

Oh Lord, I need you now
Anyway and anyhow

The Devil smiles
And reaches out a hand
But I know
He’s not my friend 

He’s not my friend
He’s not my friend no more
Oh Lord, he’s not my friend

He’s not my friend
He’s not my friend no more
Oh Lord, he’s not my friend

He's Not My Friend

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album - in the meantime, you can also listen in sequence here: soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields
instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter


stepping off the edge with desire
he was the flyer on perception's broken wings
sixteen times he bounced and landed on the ledge
with the shack at the back where the 
old man sat on some  wooden crates
and spoke of gates in dreams
and trips and traps and strategies and 
cautionary tales about inorganic beings
and how to catch a rabbit or lion or a squirrel
with some sticks and strings

sticks 'n' strings

scalar fields pt 9: sticks' n' strings- with stonerjazz

This is a tune from my favorite LP from this band called "A Deeper Understanding". Again you may not recognize it if you know the band, as my interpretation fits my style on a 6 string acoustic. I really like this song and itis fun to sing and easy to play on the guitar.

"Thinking of a Place” marks a subtle, focused return from the War on Drugs. Stretching out across 11 minutes, it is less a reintroduction than a reimmersion into Adam Granduciel’s spectral Americana. Nearly every aspect of the song is tenuous, either disappearing or located just beyond our grasp. Granduciel sings, “Love is like a ghost in the distance out of reach.” He warns us, “There’s a darkness over there/But we ain’t going.” He laments a lover who “vanished in the night” while he gazes at the Missouri River. The music shifts between ambient passages of synth and fuzzed-out guitar solos, neither building in intensity nor losing momentum. Instead, Granduciel sounds locked in perpetual motion, sometimes slowing down to observe his surroundings, and sometimes pushing forward and just letting it blur outside the window.
The power of “Thinking of a Place” comes from the way Granduciel communicates urgency through such patient music."                    Pitchfork

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Image: Devon Schreiner

Thinking of a Place-The War on Drugs (Cover)

Original song by The Decemberist. 

Lyrics:
I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me, let me go

I'm a county lineman
On a high line, on a high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me, let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones

I'm a moneylender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me, let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have known
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones

And if you don't love me, let me go

The Engine Driver (acoustic cover, orig. song by The Decemberists)

Summer Haze

Thanks for tuning in.  Stripped Down, Raw and Real songs complete with flaws are what you'll find here.  Write on, Songsters! 

Much love from the USA,
Renee

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