Name: Elsewhere by Robert Horwitz
Duration: 3 min 8 s
Description: Logic Pro, Fender Tone Master, Gibson ES-355, Roland Fantom X8

Very nice track.  Nice changes.  Nice brass section.

Very beautiful and refreshing sounds! So nice!

A sensational sounding instrumental track featuring nothing but the finest of musical performances, and with a production value that elevates the listening experience to great heights!

Stride - Cinematix Autumn Pop Epic Music 2024

Logic Pro, Fender Tone Master, Gibson ES-355, Roland Fantom X8

Elsewhere

■video
https://youtu.be/ALa7-lJYBMU

■概要(Overview)
財布を家に忘れた！交通系ICカードの残高は残り僅か。
まいったなぁ。

I forgot my wallet at home! I only have a little money left on my transportation IC card.
I'm in trouble.

■歌詞
ああ　もうろくなことにならないわ
言葉にならない気持ちが
胸の奥を　締め付けてくるんだ
ノートにメモして　壁に貼り付けて
絶対、絶対　Ah 忘れないように Yeah

Oh my goodness
I think I left my wallet at home
I have to walk home
やっちゃったね　わっはっはっは
わっはっはっは・・

夕陽目に染みるぜ　お腹も空いてきた
Ah ポイントカードも財布の中

As I walked, sharpening my five senses

こんな道があったんだ　(La La La ...)
あそこのパン屋おいしそう　(La La La ...)
いいな　いいな　いいな　いいな(Don't think,feel)
五感を研ぎ澄まし　(La La La ...)
第六感に目覚める　(La La La ...)

What a wonderful day it is!
What a terrible song!
Just walk straight ahead.
Don't ever say it's bad luck.
Don't forget the important things.

歩いて帰ろう
健康にいいし
段々ストレスも
忘れてくるから

甘い！甘い！
それは甘いわ！
上り下り繰り返す道
コロッケ食べたくても
あと十円足りないわ！

■Lyrics
Ah, nothing good will come of it
These indescribable feelings
Tighten the depths of my heart
Write them down in a notebook and stick them on the wall
Never, never forget Ah Yeah

Oh my goodness
I think I left my wallet at home
I have to walk home
You did it, hahaha
hahaha...

The setting sun stings my eyes, I'm getting hungry
Ah, my point card is in my wallet

As I walked, sharpening my five senses

There was a road like this (La La La ...)
That bakery over there looks delicious (La La La ...)
Nice, nice, nice, nice, nice (Don't think, feel)
Sharpen your five senses (La La La ...)
Awaken to your sixth sense (La La La ...)

What a wonderful day it is!
What a terrible song!
Just walk straight ahead.
Don't ever say it's bad luck.
Don't forget the important things.

Let's walk home.
It's good for our health.
And it helps us forget about stress.

Sweet! Sweet!
That's so sweet!
The road goes up and down repeatedly.
Even if I want to eat a croquette,
I'm ten yen short!

財布を忘れたわ(I forgot my wallet)

ALONE AGAIN * [ Once Again]

Another acoustic track open for collaboration...A=440 in open C
Feel free to download it, chop it up and do what you will to it...please give me a DM so I can repost what you did...

Project Open C Slide for Collab

Blood Moon

simple morning melody

Twenty miles ahead of me
Potholes crop up before
I can turn the wheel
Jarring the base of my spine
Or at least what’s left of it

Don’t mind the drive
Don’t mind the noise
Part of the experience 
Television cartoon characters

Three hundred miles I’ve got behind
I’m not looking to the past
Forward march
Counting hours as they pass
By the minute, for a second
Curtain part

Don’t mind the drive
Don’t mind the noise
Part of the experience 
Television cartoon characters

Living by the golden rule
Never let them see me drool

Don’t mind the drive
Don’t mind the noise
Part of the experience 
Television cartoon characters

Living by the golden rule
Never let them see me drool

Put the distance in perspective 
Doesn’t really seem so insurmountable 
Ask me if I’d go again
Heck yeah! Had a blast
You can count me in


Television Cartoon Characters

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

a very old one I wrote over 40 years ago inspired by morris albert. the translation... never mind.

Daylight's safety fades into the night.
They used to say it starts to haunt
Obscure shades fall over wrong or right.
While something happens beyond

Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.

Though you've got me down, I'm ready to take your advice.
and for reading it deep in your eyes.
I can't go on with all this nonsense I'm used to, I've got to wipe it out.
just wipe it out

Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
[Instrumental]

Inner coldness — all so cool, hip and all that stuff I feel
That I don't really need it.
For years, I didn't care for the senses I long for so deeply 
now.

Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.

Feeling

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)

My Frist Track for the new album. Mixing with my new high end equipment. A song of reflection about the early music festival scene near San Francisco  where I grew up.

Freedom Free Love Free To Be Heard by GLEN GRANTHEM
Play it like you use to play it when you were young
Tearing up a fret board until you reached number one
Spend those days on the green lost in the crowd
Shoulder to shoulder as the band rocks out
Singing songs about peace and love and Smoking grass as guitars strum

Day after day the music was life 
Turntables spin all through the night
One hand on a pipe carved out of stone
All your friends felt right at home
With both hands in the air and Every face wore long hair
Viet Nam was miles away  Every song had its place
Solo
The sixties were like no other time in our life
Draft cards ,Protests , Equal rights
We were coming of age to save the world
Freedom , Free Love , Free To Be Heard
Singing songs about peace and love Smoking grass as Guitars Strum
With Both hands in the air 
Singing Songs About Peace and Love.....

Freedom , Free Love , Free To Be Heard ( Original ) with Lyrics

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