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written by Netta&McGill....................one of a few songs we recorded while Netta was here in  Brisbane................cheers for having a listen




The days came by then went away,
The timing never right
I looked around and then it passed
The day turned into night

Catching up with time and space
You don’t know what you’ll get
But i know whats not going on
Cos nothing’s happened yet

Reaching out to grasp the day
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
As life just walks on by

I could’ve turned the other way
The feeling came so fast
Quickly went away again
Just wasn’t meant to last

It stopped me in my tracks
I didn’t know where to turn
Making the same mistake again
When will i ever learn

Reaching out to grasp the day
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
As life just walks on by

The days came by then went away,
The timing never right
I looked around and then it passed
The day turned into night

It stopped me in my tracks
I didnt know where to turn
Making the same mistake again
When will i ever learn

Reaching out to grasp the day
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
…
Reaching out to grasp the day
Then suddenly it’s night
Blink and you could miss it
As life just walks on by

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Passing By

Number one of Roger Quilter's "Five Shakespeare Songs" Op. 23, first published in 1921.

Piano by Helen Roberts

We hope you'll enjoy!

Lyrics

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The scepter, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownèd be thy grave!

Fear No More The Heat O' The Sun (Roger Quilter - With Helen Roberts)

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In Our RAM

Living life

"Anthony Cutrera Morales Compositional philosophy: Free sound Constant transformation ."

Composition  Decomposition   , and  creativity

'well, fuck me' with Falsestart

Falsestart: beat, bass, synth
Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

Are we living
enslaved or free? 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

You are no one.
Just a cog in the machine. 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

Distractions.
Buy shit and watch our TV. 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace. 

Amass debt to exist, live. 

Well, fuck me.
Is there a way to extinguish the greed,
exploitation, injustice, inequality?
Start a revolution, kill the cause to find peace.

well, fuck me (with Falsestart)

A winter's tale

Songs From The Wounded Heart
Release Date: 01-01-2015
© 2015 Keith Richie

Songs From The Wounded Heart is a deeply personal anthology—an emotional tapestry woven from sorrow, memory, and quiet resilience.

Spanning more than a decade of composition, this collection features both new works and reimagined, re-mastered selections from my earlier catalog. Now presented in high-resolution 24-bit audio, each piece has been carefully preserved and enhanced to reflect its original emotional weight with greater clarity and depth.

From the mournful ambience of Harrowing Emptiness to the delicate piano-led reflection of Jake's Theme, and the poignant stillness of Weeping Angels and Candles, each track serves as a sonic elegy—an outlet for grief, healing, and remembrance.

This album is not merely music. It is a refuge for the wounded. A balm for those navigating loss. And a quiet reminder that there is beauty even in brokenness.

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Harrowing Emptiness

Dusk

Curly Compositions from a German Composer.

dichotomy

Robert Knote