Love this alot.. it gives me a huge psychedelic vibe

Voilà une belle balade rock, cher collègue !

Aye man this one pretty rocking I was rocking

A song about going through the motions and feeling insignificant

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I can be there if you want me
I can give you space if you need time
Floating away on the breeze
Replaying this old pantomime

What time did love arrive?
When did affection slip out of the room?
But we're just two people
And what the hell can we do?

The stars explode lifetimes away
Our lives played out like a shadow play
Where did it go time washed away
Our lives played out one more matinee

I can be strong if you'd let me
Not just taking up space and wasting time
Good intentions lost at sea
Two sinners chasing the sublime

What time did love arrive?
When did affection slip out of the room?
But we're just two people
And what the hell can we do?

The stars explode lifetimes away
Our lives played out like a shadow play
Where did it go time washed away
Our lives played out one more matinee

The stars explode lifetimes away
Our lives played out like a shadow play
Where did it go time washed away
Our lives played out one more matinee

Pantomime

Here we go again... as I reimagine this classic gem with a touch of folk magic. I guess it's something like when nostalgia meets innovation somehow. As always, I love to pay homage to the past while embracing the future.

See you round...



https://open.spotify.com/track/6T0dunvLeYD7wX0hbEcCZw

https://songwhip.com/andreaev/themodel


LYRICS:


She's a model and she's looking good
I'd like to take her home, that's understood
She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time
It only takes a camera to change her mind

She's going out to nightclubs, drinking just champagne
And she has been checking nearly all the men
She's playing her game and you can hear them say
She is looking good, for beauty we will pay

She's posing for consumer products now and then
For every camera, she gives the best she can
I saw her on the cover of a magazine
Now she's a big success, I want to meet her again

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Songwriters: Emil Schult / Karl Bartos / Ralf Hütter

The Model

The Model (Kraftwerk cover)

Lyrics:
Baby blue eyes
I can see right through the silhouette
You sure like to call me but I prefer if you'd rather text
Wearing my old t-shirts that be smelling like some cigarettes
Falling for my exes even though I was shown no respect
What is next yeah move on to the next
Percocets we don't pop them pills for sex
Outta pocket I didn't mean to flex
Oh my God are you changing like the rest

Outta pocket now i'm outta mind
Runaway back to better times
Leave my space so maybe i'll be fine
Find a way to a better life

Tryna find a better life
Find a fucking better life
I'll be right there by your side
Will I be there at the end of the night
Talk your shit baby I don't wanna fight
Out of it
I've been getting to high of the gas
Higher of the potion
Keep it all together everything is in slow motion
Days come to pass
You showed no devotion
Why should I still hang around if i'm not that important

Outta pocket now i'm outta mind
Runaway back to better times
Leave my space so maybe i'll be fine
Find a way to a better life

Find a way
Find a way to a better life
Find a way

Change (Prod. dongotbeats)

Nice With Ice

We shouldn't have to fight.
The piles of skulls must show it.
Who cares who's really right?
Nobody really knows it.
The road out of this place.
Littered with bones like you and me.
The dreams that floated high.
Same as dreams that sink to ground.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.

A spaceman in the clouds,
knows that he matters nought.
A twinkling in the eye.
Your time has come around.
The bell tolls out for thee.
The bells keep ringing out.
The cowboys and the cows.
Are dust to blow around...,

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

I don't think on the world,
When I'm no longer in it.
and if I try to think on death.
I just can't see much in it.
I do not think of frying pans,
somebody making love to you,
I do not sit and think and about.
All the people waiting to die.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

A Road To Nowhere

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

When It's True

That Thing

Dreams

A number of songs I've done for a My Little Pony Fighter fan-game.

Gildas Theme

Relaxing (MP Project 1967 ft. janis71)

It's a blessing to be able to create music and if someone enjoys my work, that's icing on the cake! All blessings come from God.

As a retired DOD Civil Service worker, I have time to record some. I have been recording at home for around 23 years and some of my tracks are very old.  I‘ve had 50+ years in bands playing music of many types. I still play the club scene 3 to 4 times a month. Life is good!

I'm a Guitarist who likes to write, record and sing many styles of music. Please check out my tracks. I'm also enjoying the occasional collaborations.  Meeting some good friends on here and continuing to grow. Thank you for listening!


Es una bendición poder crear música y si alguien disfruta de mi trabajo, ¡eso es la guinda del pastel! Todas las bendiciones vienen de Dios. Como trabajador jubilado del Servicio Civil del Departamento de Defensa, tengo tiempo para registrar algunos. He estado grabando en casa durante unos 23 años y algunas de mis pistas son muy antiguas. He tenido más de 50 años en bandas tocando música de muchos tipos. Todavía juego en la escena del club de 3 a 4 veces al mes. ¡La vida es buena! Soy un guitarrista al que le gusta escribir, grabar y cantar muchos estilos de música. Por favor, echa un vistazo a mis pistas. También estoy disfrutando de las colaboraciones ocasionales. Conocer a algunos buenos amigos aquí y seguir creciendo. ¡Gracias por escuchar!

That Thing

Robert Grigg

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