This song is about someone being worried and stressed by work, but who connects with something bigger, something wonderful beyond themselves, that provides some solace and gives them perspective on their situation. 
They find this perspective on an insomniac walk, in the beauty of the town at night. Hence my linocut of the fox at night :)

The High Far Fields of Home

Verse 1]
Wir brauchten früher keine große Reise
Wir wurden braun auf Borkum und auf Sylt
Doch heute sind die Braunen nur noch Weiße
Denn hier wird man ja doch nur tiefgekühlt
Ja früher gab's noch Hitzefrei
Das Freibad war schon auf im Mai
Ich saß bis in die Nacht vor unserem Haus
Da hatten wir noch Sonnenbrand
Und Riesenquallen an dem Strand
Und Eis und jeder Schutzmann zog die Jacke aus

[Chorus]
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer
Ein Sommer wie er früher einmal war?
Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September
Und nicht so nass und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr

[Verse 2]
Und was wir da für Hitzewellen hatten –
Pulloverfabrikanten gingen ein –
Da gab es bis zu vierzig Grad im Schatten
Wir mussten mit dem Wasser sparsam sein
Die Sonne knallte ins Gesicht
Da brauchte man die Sauna nicht
Ein Schaf war damals froh wenn man es schor
Es war hier wie in Afrika
Wer durfte machte FKK –
Doch heut', heut' summen alle Mücken laut im Chor

english:

Verse 1]
We didn't need a long journey back then.
We got tanned on Borkum and Sylt.
But today, the brown ones are only white.
Because here you just get frozen.
Yes, back then, there were still heat holidays.
The outdoor pool was already open in May.
I sat in front of our house until late into the night.
We still had sunburns.
And giant jellyfish on the beach.
And ice, and every police officer took off their jackets.

[Chorus]
When will it be truly summer again?
A summer like it used to be?
Yes, with sunshine from June to September
And not as wet and as Siberian as last year

[Verse 2]
And what heatwaves we had –
Sweater manufacturers went under –
It was up to 40 degrees in the shade
We had to be sparing with water
The sun beat down on our faces
There was no need for a sauna
Back then, a sheep was happy to be sheared
It was like Africa here
Those who were allowed to go nude –
But today, today, all the mosquitoes are buzzing loudly in unison




wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer (Rudi Carell Cover)

Hega - Tree Of Life - 12 Beautiful Sleep

Nothing like a pesky raccoon to stir things up a bit… Oh, hello. Glad you dropped by. A raccoon, I named Bandit, has taken up a vacation residence under the shed here. It’s right next to the raspberry patch and apple trees. A couple nights ago, Bandit snuck into my small greenhouse, where I grow tomatoes and peppers, and made a salad of the pepper plants, munching one plant completely down to the stalk. Bandit also likes the heavy crop of choke cherries here. He also uses the back corner of the vegetable garden as a latrine, which last summer was up on the house roof. I’d awaken with a start to hear little footsteps running across the roof. Luckily no roof excursions this year. Anyway, this is a Blues song with some solo banjo. Lyrically, it has a couple of reflections about life, mortality, gardening, relationships and partner expectations, letting go of life dreams, a nod to Bandit, the wacky weather, and making peace with old age. And of course, there’s a fair amount of daydreaming going on, while plucking banjo. Hope all is going reasonably well with you, wherever you are on Earth, during this whirlwind tour we’re on. Mark

Back Porch Banjo Blues

Blue moon is rising,
Above the mountain,
Enter the dreamtime,
A veil between worlds.
Code of the nighttime,
A blue moon shaman,
Bathes stardust mountains,
In watercolour skies.

Enter the dreamtime,
Star mind, moon eyed,
Temple of the sky,
Blue topaz light.
Map of the stars,
The blue moon path,
Spirit of luna,
Within my heart.

Moon body rhythms,
Dreamweaving numbers,
Landscape of star maps,
Cosmic wheel of time.
Blue flower moon bloom,
Sky water ballet,
A clockwise dreamspell,
Sky lines & soul time.

Enter the dreamtime,
Star mind, moon eyed,
Temple of the sky,
Blue topaz light.
Map of the stars,
The blue moon path,
Spirit of luna,
Within my heart.

Blue Moon (original unedited)

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/UUWMRv_sRh0

A dream pop excursion into the meaning of love...
Have you ever said those three words without meaning them?
Or ever heard them, but knew they were a lie?
Whispered without care, tossed into the void as a gesture of placation...
A preoccupation 
A mental vacation

A ticket to easy street
Or manipulation...

Actions always speak louder than words 🖤

Lyrics:

I used to think you had a heart
But now I know it fell apart
The emptiness you gave to me
Some cheap apology

I love you
(I love you)

I Love You

music/vocal/lyrics/instrumentals/mix/master/compose/production/producer/Stina Crow 2025
Lyrics
Old Boy you took the road
down to late..
Old Boy your desert is cold.
you need to find your way

Its a game you play but you loose
anyway
Its a game you play but you loose
anyway

Its dark and you left you couldnt loose
Its a game you play
you failed again

Its a game you play but you loose
anyway
Its a game you play but you loose
anyway

Nothing is like it used to be
I walk to heaven and hell
Its a game we play I know you know
We play along to make this song 

Old boy you took the road down to hell
and old boy.. heaven wait..wait for em
..old boy

Old Boy

Free yo' soul

get well soon

Sometimes chaos and disorder need fixing before recording.

Fixing the DAW.wav

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and compostion
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST Chinese gong and VST cello
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – light VST Latin percussion, synth, and piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass, chant vocals at the end 
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — ebow, production, mix, and mastering
This song is the fourth Carl has written and composed with a member of Eclectic Collective in mind. This time JJ is being honored, and we all agree that he deserves it, too. Carl is a wonderful singer, songwriter, composer, and musician, and we're all grateful that he's joined our collective. 
  Here's what Carl had to say about it. "The music for this was a personal song written to myself which I never really released as I was trying to say goodbye to my own ego in the song. From that point of view I have always seen the piece as a great bit of personal therapy for me. None of the original lyrics survived and JJ gets painted by the new words .. But I thought it would be nice to reuse the composition for this. There was no big reason for it only when I decided to start a 60bpm song for JJ on piano .. I started playing Goodbye Ego and the rest is history..."
  We tackled this song like we would any other, though. Mark was first up on this, adding his VST magic in the form of a Chinese gong, as well as the cello you hear throughout. The subject of our adulation came next, with JJ adding not only his hot, yet minimal Latin percussion and essential piano, but moody synth, as well. Ken added his spicy drums after that, and once they were down, Josh jumped in with his four string fretless bass to complete the rhythm section. Josh also added the vocal chant at the end.
  All that was left was for Stephen to mix it all down for us, which he did in his always pro manner. But before he did, he also added some subtle, yet stirring ebow on his guitar. 
  As stated above, this is a continuation of our songs about us. Hope no one thinks it's arrogant. When Carl presents us with these little treasures, it's hard not to run with them, though. Always a ton of fun to make music together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:
Praying hands
Whatever cause
Once our greater good not lost
Bored children create their fun
We shelve French horn for this fine one
"Nice one lads" We read it all!
Vacation taken
To JJ calls
Neighbour to good Mickey Moore
Find Michigan piano pure
JJ calls
Just for us
Love lit up
Just for us
Down the road city of cars
To Howell front deck
Dad and Guitars
We jam that love then tell the world
Love and service human highway knurled
Good bi-product of happiness sought
With Croatian fun to cloud we court
Terrell Terminator in Jungle
Predator for good
Keys like Mr Bungle
Faith in more like we could
He Thanks you
It's lifestyle
Built from a porch
Good collective friend
Keep lighting that torch
Some moments sealed, marked and moulded
Pure intention
Dark blindfolded
Howl from human to Howell good soul
Keyed keystone as collective role
JJ calls
Darkness falls
Love lit up
Just for us
Love lit up
Just for us
Love lit up
Just for us
JJ calls
JJ calls
Just for us





JJ Calls (Eclectic Collective)

I am a 71 year old man in Minnesota.  I am still trying to get the rest of my music on here.       My YouTube.com is @RichardLOlson.  It has mostly acoustic videos on a Lyrica baby grand piano in the Atrium of North Memorial  Health  Hospital in Robbinsdale, MN where I volunteer twice weekly.  More if loved ones are there.

Now for all of the rest of details with SoundCloud on account settings..

I remember my first MIDI recording was done in Cardiff, Wales on a grand piano in a fancy restaurant near Cardiff Castle.  I have no idea what became of the file.  We stayed at the Angels Hotel opposite the charming Animal Wall of the castle.

I had the experience of virtually becoming a Minnesotan this weekend.  I have lived in Minnesota since the 1970's but have always been teased as an Iowan.  Nobody remembers anymore.  I do.

A commentator stated something about my melodies not being fully developed.  The music he commented was from the turn of the century and not contemporary.  Whatever inspires my improvisation now is more melodic in nature.

My link of links is:  fholson.cohousing.org/ARLO
On Google browsers the following are useful:  #RichardLOlson  and @RichardLOlson

Fixing the DAW.wav

Arlo