This is one of the tracks I really dig. It's Magnificent.
My buddy ilja helped me mixing this in a cool studio.
Enjoy.

tactiles

AnotherArmchairMoralist

This is the improved version. mixed at ilja's studio.
it took to a while to get right. I wrote the song in a bar. pictured are two local gangsters.

The lyrics to this can be found here...

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/masquerade_668014

Masquerade

making something of nothing is at times the appropiate thing to do.

the lyrics to this can be found here... http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_place_for_you_657336

aPlaceForYou

difficult to play on stage, to compete with the hustle n bustle.
I'm happy with this one.

the lyrics to this can be found here...

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/song_without_a_heart_765212

SongWithoutaHeart

Can't wait to have 
"tactile values"
finished.

ShiftyDodges

ChanceMachine

mixes

AlmostAbabY

ground  lift

Almostababy

Almost_A_Baby

See You First

the end of the war

The End Of The War - acoustic band

Jezebel

 if ever a devil was born
violent and rude, a star of the dawn
if ever an angel fell,
 it would be you, Jezebel.

 if ever there were two eyes
 to take the blue from out of the sky
giving me heaven and hell,
in that same tune, Jezebel
 the one and the only
 at times it gets lonely
 soon she will know me. . . better

 that's where it is, these are the parts
 this is my kiss and here is my heart
 they say only time will tell
 if it is true,  Jezebel
 I will not be surprised
 if she tells me a lie
  I'm just glad t'have met her

the one and the only
 if she too gets lonely
 now she will know me. . . better

if ever an angel fell,
it would be you, Jezebel

_____________

rightly

JeZeBeL

2 Walk Without Shame

more forgiving when drunk

One Heart Whole

alone on the bridge

every word is a mask

the caged bird

power n' glory

the mark of Cain
                                                                                           
           first man borne of earthly woman                                    
      wakeful n' fresh as the morning dew                                     
     the heavens fell, he was false as hell                           
 over which he was meant to rise and rule                              

 crouched was sin, waiting in desire for him                             
    only one shade darker than quicksand                       
     sunken in haste, so as to mask all trace                      
    the blood of Abel crying out from the land                                        
                  rolling and rounded
      running in a circle of blood and of grain
        never were we truly forgiven 
          only smitten with the  
                the mark of Cain 
                   angry and vain       
                     the mark of Cain
                                                                                                   
       expelled from all the glory of Eden                                      
    sent forth n' far from the grace of God                            
flesh o' his brother, fruits of th' field                                         
he built a city in the land of Nod                                                 

       industry of lust, engines of sin                                     
     we begin wi' all fair favour spent                                       
  sound n' fury, live n' love thy misery                                     
daggers in the smiles of foe and of friend                                                 
             thus were laid the laws of nature
          and they don't change                                                            
                the dye is cast  from the first to the last
                       with the mark 
                      the mark of Cain
                       bold and profane
                        the mark of Cain

        ne'er to be truly forgiven only smitten with the
                   the mark of Cain                 
     
                          the mark of Cain



from the album "imaginaries"

the mark of Cain

good morning, this morning

good morning, this morning
with your hair pressed into your back
your sleepy eyes do kill me with
a blood stained heart attack
could have saw it coming‚
I chose to look the other way
never one for running from the 
drama of delay

good morning, this morning

you say wrong, I do right
on some pointless rising curve
incapable of flight yet there‘s
no finer feathered bird
n‘ I‘ll persuade on all fours
then decline your bold request
it‘s really far too early, n‘ no 
love for puppy breath

good morning, this morning
move on, my regards to your sponsor
if he still wants you, move on

open window yawning
there, behind your lovely face
where a gentle snow is falling
as fine as wedding lace
fuss n‘ fight through the night
n‘ we‘re torn apart all day
neither of us winning, let this 
be our last embrace

good morning, this morning
move on, take it with you, this love song, 
it‘s not a bad one, move on

we could be imaginary friends…
good morning, this morning

good morning this morning

don't let them see you cry

the ghost life

stay strong, find a way to give

from the album 
"paper-cuts"

song without a heart

A friend is someone who can see you smiling
Even in the dark
She's there, right there when y' need reminding
Of who you really are
She guards y' against all that is phony                                       
Alone with her is far from lonely                                                 

Mostly I'm a man of two minds
one looks forward, n' one looks behind
At times I don't truly see myself n' I
I just may want to go blind                                                         
I was hard n' warm, she was soft but cold 
Thought it might be what i want, what th' ... did I know?

You're the song without a heart         
'Bout as useless as a deck of playing cards 
             
so, what do you know?
 it's off to school we go

... and

She said, let's pretend like some mothers do               
Saw it on T.V. that's how I know it is true
Here I am now, one solitary fool                           
I would sit down but I cannot find an upturned stool     
If I could touch things, make them come alive       
If I sang to you would you show me what listening looks like?

You're the song without a heart
Like the peacocks tail in the dark

so, what do you know?
it's off to work you go
   
You're the song to sing along without a heart

_____________________________


   rightly

The Song Without A Heart

Protect Us From What We Want

over the garden wall

from the forthcoming album

Surrenderland

I Know You Think

Make - Believe - Me

Listen To You

paper-cuts

to suffer quietly

I've moved house! 
https://soundcloud.com/2rightly/tracks

Like all who are impassioned, Rightly takes blissful delight in losing himself, in fully experiencing the thrill of surrender. And so he often writes with no desire to think, in an externalised reverie, letting the words cuddle him like a baby in their arms. They form sentences with no meaning, flowing softly like water he can feel, a forgetful stream whose ripples mingle and undefine, becoming other, still other ripples, and still again other. Thus ideas and images, throbbing with expressiveness, pass through him in resounding processions of pale silks on which imagination shimmers like moonlight, dappled with indefinite.

Rightly

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