Like a man whose name is forgotten.

I've never won any prizes.
Of course, there's no way to gamble and win.
I have never held a position of honor.
And dogs never tamed me.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I only smile quietly.

When I try to order, the waiter doesn't come.
Often only my food doesn't reach.
And when I meet up with people, I'm usually kept waiting.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I've gotten used to that by now.

If there were a town somewhere with only sober people, 
would I be able to live there peacefully?

As long as you guys enjoy it, that's all that matters to me.
I'm not a great man, so please don't mind me.
Well, you guys are quite the feat.

Like a man whose name is forgotten.
I only quietly walk away.

Like a man whose name is forgotten

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Black leather and a six-inch wedge
Cold wind at the scraper's edge
Deny your program as the vortex rolls
Laughing at the closets in their pigeonholes
Insane they’ll twist inside out
Scared faces that begin to shout
They never got it and they never will
Waiting mouths open for a media fill

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

East escalates as West demands
Grey suits clap and rub their hands
Did you see it on the news at ten
Mad Billy climbed the electronic tower again.
Head back as the rain pours down
Blood pissing from a barbed wire crown
Close sources say it's not that deep
Then climb under their duvets for some beauty sleep

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

Cars scorch through the narrow streets
Smoke rises as they overheat
But no one listens to the rider's joys
Pushing in their silver earbuds to avoid the noise
Chaos renders and the waves collapse
Walls tremble as the mantle cracks
Crowds travel to the northern lights
To fly their tired banners and defend their rights

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

Phone hangs from an android’s arm
Firewalls keep you safe from harm
Creeps smiling coz they think they’ll win
As they push another chip under your fragile skin
An angel swings from the hangman's noose
Armed response let the jackals loose
But if they hurry there will just be time
To turn their fucking script into a pantomime

You never know until it hits close range
The dark aroma sends the kids deranged
White knuckles on the feris wheel
The jagged razor cuts have all congealed

CLOSE RANGE

Overdubbed piano and synth improvisation-meditation

Simpler Motion

When letting go is all that you have left

Anchors And Chains

Sorry to those I owe remixes. I'll get to them one day...

Putrefactive

A Transatlantic Jam with stellar guitarist Neno J. 
Check out Neno J. on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/vb3YF

Artwork is by my friend's Ukrainian born 
Wife, Margaryta Yermolayeva. Please check out her works at...

ebay.com/str/bestpostcards
margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com
rytamargaret@hotmail.com

Me and Neno J. greatly appreciate you giving it a listen!

J.J.

Always With You (Collab. with Mr. Neno J.)

Jagged Edges Of Destiny

Saturn Cinque

Chris asked for a mix between the Depeche Mode original and the fantastic Johnny Cash cover version… here’s our Easter release!
Cosmic Keanu: vocal, guitars, mix
K2 and the Three: drums, bass guitar, percussion 
#Cosmic Keanu #K2 and the Three # Gospel # psychedelic# Johnny Cash # Lord Jesus Christ

Personal Jesus (Johnny Cash cover of Depeche Mode) Cosmic Keanu/ K2 and the Three

Another low-fi recording from around 2014, although the song itself was written in 2001 as a reaction to the collapse of the World Trade Center. Quite what my lyrics have to do with that terrible day, I'm not too sure now, but I like the track, so here it is. 

Lyrics
Traffic lights are changing daily
Up and down this fine, fine land
But there’s no one crossing over
‘less they’re holding somebody’s hand

Fear and consternation baby
Are gripping this fine, fine land
No one dares to watch the TV  
‘less they’re holding somebody’s hand

I saw you shy, I saw you try to hide
I saw you hesitate, unable to decide …  
To come inside … please come inside

Oh Fat Betty caught the night train
Though it wasn’t even in her plan
They found her dead inside the train wreck
Holding onto somebody’s hand

I saw you shy, I saw you try to hide
I saw you hesitate, unable to decide …  
To come inside … please come inside

Traffic lights are changing daily
Up and down this fine, fine land
But there’s no one crossing over
‘less they’re holding somebody’s hand

Music & lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocal, instrumentation & musical arrangement: Michael Sellers
Production: Eduardo Fortuny
Cover photo by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash
Cover design: Michael Sellers

Photo by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash

Long Time Coming

Somebody's Hand

Karma Drama

I'm making songs at midnight in my room. I play acoustic guitars, synthesizers, and I sing.

Like a man whose name is forgotten

Ryu.