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As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

Where Is Peace

Can you remember those stories
That your father used to tell
About those horned devils
Rising up from Hell
In the seven rings of Hades
In the abode of the dead
Can we cross the lake of fire
To where the departed dwell

And we all seek redemption
Though we call it different things
To be borne into our Heaven
Upon an angels wings
Trailing clouds of glory
Are we such foolish things
When the noble savage brings his justice
To the deposed kings

Oh they lie and they lie again
Tell me where is peace
There is no children's lantern left
Shining in the East

and we have no regrets we say
Then how can we atone
For the caravan of sin
And all the evil we have done
We all have gods of some sort
And we pay them in the end
We best pay some attention
To what all these signs portend

Oh they lie etc

Can the wizards spin their spell for you
Bring forth your voodoo doll
Drink your drink and lift your voice
Within Valhalla's halls
We all are hollow humans
Bereft of divine joy
As we drag those empty ideals
Within the gates of Troy








Will there be transubstantiation 
Of nonsense into truth
Can we make up the things we believe in
And not ask for the proof
We all are crazy suckers
When it comes down in the end
We invested our souls in those Ponzi schemes
For some extra dividend

Oh they lie etc

Where Is Peace

Watch the video on YouTube!! https://youtu.be/Jb-WfXii030


Vocals, Lyrics and Artwork by https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu
Produced by HOBOCOP

Lyrics:

Every moment
Filled with spirit
now here
Breathe in the space

Heart open 
equanimity,
we walk 
The narrow way

Clear choices, 
pure actions
Be true
Live by faith

In alignment, 
eyes open
Unafraid
Doubts pass away

Caught by nothing
No distraction
Complete
Do not stray

Calm and focused, 
not dreaming
Awake
Time slips away

In the spirit
Not even death
Can take
life away

In the stillness
Find refuge
At peace
On the narrow way

Flow State(Hobocop & Cosmic Keanu)VIDEO AVAILABLE🎥

Demo ......

As Winter Holds Me

Thanxxx..., excellent collab

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vocals: IPG1
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IPG1 - Purple Microdot (Buchstabensalat)

The featured "pop song"  from the album Focal- moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/focal

Mood Exhibit - Terra Song [from the album Focal]

Listen w Headphones!

Another tribute remix. Bri aka Rocky Mountain Rocks !!!

Often when I remix, stuff just happens. Little bits that sparks a new track.
If I don't act on it, the idea might be lost forever and the realization with it. 
So leaving it for another day is not an option, even when I'm working on other projects these things just randomly happen. Always learning and keeps my creativity snappy!

Stay Save,
LS

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Samples used

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Intro - Animation Music / Ulysses 31 (1981)

Mount Olympus
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtKrdSP5U34

The curse of the gods
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DiJDOAL_aU

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Rocky Mountain
https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs/if-stars-are-the-dreams-of-spacemen

Cripple Club
https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs/my-atheist-angels-cripple-club

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Sound EFXs

Space Shuttle Launch 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnoNITE-CLc

Game / Overwatch - Ashe Voice Lines
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7G6nWZ61j_w

info voice actress
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Hale

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*No copyright infringement intended*

I highly suggest to check out all the original sources and get inspired just like me. I'm not here to be " on fire " I'm just here to inspire / share and show some love for this artform and the original creators. You can find all my source material in the descriptions.

I'm not signed, all my creations & remixes are just a Hobby and not connected to any money-based profits. However if you use my music to make money I will not be held accountable. When listening to my music you are agreeing to these terms.

Remix by LS / 2023

Space Dreamer feat Rocky Mountain & Cripple Club

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
BUT THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

KNOCK-KNOCK WHO’S THERE?

ARROGANCE SURROUNDS
AND MY AFFLUENCE ABOUNDS

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHING ON ME
BUT…THEY’RE KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHING ON
BUT…THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MORE
THEY’RE KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

SOME OF EM DON’T KNOW THE SCORE
SOME OF EM WILL PUSH FOR MORE
NOTHING WORSE THAN BUREAUCRATS
AND PILLARS OF THE LAW
WITH
WELL OILED FINGERS ON THE TAKE
AND BURIED IN THE PIE

SLIPPIN’ SKINS WHILE SLIPPIN’ SKIN
I’VE GIVEN TILL IT HURTS
FOR MOOLA MAKES A SWEETER DEAL
AND STOPS THE MEN IN MONKEY SUITS
FROM DISHING OUT THE DIRT

I’M THE UNTOUCHABLE GUY
ON A UNNATURAL HIGH
I MASTER THE SEA
AND I MASTER THE SKY

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHIN’
THEY’VE GOT…THEY’VE GOT…THEY’VE GOT…THEY’VE GOT NOTHIN’

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME
THEY’VE GOT NOTHIN’

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME

FOR THE SONG
NOT YOURSELF 
REALIZE 
AND CONVERT
ITS TIME FOR US TO LEAVE THIS PLANET
EARTH 
ONWARD TO MARS
RED PLANET
CONQUER
ah thats the way the assholes planned it
they started the fire and fucking fanned it
AH FUCK NO IN SLOW MO I FUCKED UP LARGE INCOGNITO

QUESTION IN-THORITY

Waiting For A Ticket To Mars  Uncle Junez

Altrove (Another time, another place)

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All productions were created in the Center for Mental and Physical Weightlessness using only 100% green electricity from renewable sources.

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