Lyrics:
She was wrong for me
I knew it from the start
I'm not very smart
I left a spare key under the mat
To my broken heart

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

My boss had an epiphany
When I was working at the mortuary
He said: Dig them holes faster!
"This business has no room for uncertainty!"

That may be
Oh, can't you see?
When I'm working for you
I just don't feel like I'm being me
When I'm working for you I ain't following my muse
And there she goes...
(There she goes!!!!)

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
Hey friends, won't you help me spread the news?

I get all my blues for free
Don't you know I'm so low I can't see?
A lousy day...
A lousy pay...
I'm a lousy lay...
I think I'm everything
That everybody say

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

One Step Ahead Of The Blues

Lyrics
Sons and daughters braved the rain
Sorry story told again. 
Of the winners and losers that crossed the lines
And the connoisseurs with their fine wines
Tempted by - the shoals of ice
Tempered by the exotic spice
That flavors the wind and lifts the sails
That rides through waves as the North Wind wails
Ain’t no body know
Where the money goes
Ain’t no body know
oppressive power grows

Ain’t no funny games
Drunk on sunny days
Ain’t no funny games
Drunk on sunny days

Looking up for mercy from the stone…
All alone
Walking the plank and keelhauled …
on your own
 
Ain’t misbehaving- better walk in line
Snitches get stitches before their time
Picking those pockets only get so far
Matches light the fire that sets it off. 

He was a cow in calf better have a laugh
They were hoping that he’d become their money bags
Sharing empty shelves cob web caught the fly
Maybe he’ll think twice before taking my advice. 

Shattered lives
Shadowed lies
Better tell the truth
Before you look the fool
No one knows
Where it grows
In an Online kissing booth
A Smile without a tooth. 

Hitting up the walls ….
in the bathroom
Markings on the wall claimed….
They had you

With the  ground underneath
We take that generational trip

Of materialistic wealth and shallow thoughts about 
Their drip. 

And the flow never grows
 as we wonder why we’ve lost
 our grip.

Our love for the red wood forest 
it brings us to the chorus

Ain’t no body know
Where the money goes

If this is what we lose,
 it puts us to the screws

Ain’t no body know
oppressive power grows

Ain’t misbehaving- better walk in line
Snitches get stitches before their time
Picking those pockets only get so far
Matches light the fire that sets it off.

Dreams of the Byzantines

No Funny Games

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

G-To The Mess

Guitar (Nylon electro-acoustic guitar Cordoba GK studio) and final mix by Neno J. https://on.soundcloud.com/mYPR0YxGjsZ2bWmRCH
Original music, arrangement, piano, organ, bass guitar, drums, J.J. Terrell

Tango passionato (Collab with Neno J.)

Bruce Klepper's beautiful piece "Chiaroscur" inspired me a few ideas about art that I wrote in French. I sang them over Bruce's instrumental, improvising some melodies and vocal harmonies, and here is the result. 

*** L'ART POUR L'ART ***

L'art pour l'art, ou l'art pour l'argent?
Car il faut bien vivre, il faut bien survivre.
C'est bien évident...
Parfois c'est bien clair.
Parfois ça dépend…
Pour atteindre les rêves il faut rester sur sa faim,
et jeuner souvent, et prier longtemps.  
On prie quand on cherche la réponse dans l'âme,
la beauté dans le geste, le génie dans le vent.
L'obsession qui nous prend de puiser le néant,
de parfaire une esquisse, de créer tâtonnant,
c'est ça l'art pour l'art
qui coule dans le sang.

L' Art Pour L' Art (based on Bruce Klepper Chiaroscur instrumental)

“L’Amour de Love” by Luke

I posted the long version when I only had 50 followers..
here is the shorter version .. it’s one of my favourite compositions.. and yes the “big tough as nails” is a romantic 

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Guitar & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“L’Amour de Love”  by Luke

Nouveau titre, nouvelle collaboration... Monsieur Madeleine nous raconte et chante la "Complainte de Sailor ZiMad" et Zitou rame en cadence....

New title, new collaboration... Monsieur Madeleine tells us and sings the "Complainte de Sailor ZiMad" and Zitou rows in time.....


La complainte du marin ZiMad By  Monsieur Madeleine & Zitou Itou

Won't take no more

Razor's Edge

The Poison Pride (instrumental demo)

🐳Thank you for your support. It's very encouraging.🪼
🐱I do not use AI in my music.😊
🌺Have fun! Bandcamp!💞Thank you for your purchase!💞

G-To The Mess

Sanshu Seiso [Experimental Artist]