A Day In The Life (cover)

Inflections

Some Bliss

K-Leipzig

Dance Of Three Nubile Wenches

Freeze-dried soul

Ryu / Acoustic guitar, Program, Voice
Pablo D. Martin Fontana / Electric guitar
https://soundcloud.com/pablo-d-m-fontana

This can be eaten simply by pouring hot water over it.

We forget everything. And we learn something new every day.
We are just animals, we don't reflect or we don't grow.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
Eventually something will be lost.

We've learned again about malice and how to lie.
Someone told us that in detail, with tanks and missiles.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
That's convenient, but not tasty.

The flavor remains the same and can be stored for a long time.

Peace or justice are probably, unfortunately, ugly things.
We have to get used to it. And We have to choose something.

It's like a freeze-dried soul.
While that is certainly a new invention.

This is a very good product, but please observe the best-before date.

Freeze - dried soul / collaboration with Pablo Dario Martin Fontana

All Of Us. Here. Now

Roller

Lyrics, music, and photo by Linda Straub

I barely ever saw him,
yet he was always in my life.
He spoke to me words of comfort 
a man so gentle and so wise. 

No more a man of flesh and sinew,
set free from life's human form, 
his voice speaks loudly to me,
live, let go, no longer mourn or conform. 

Rise up, look around, be profound.
Chase down your dreams
and don't stop until you astound.


Step out of your own shadow
and you will find me waiting there
in every beam of sunlight, 
in every breath of air. 

Open up your mind to the possible, 
be not afraid to do and dare.
Step out of your own shadow
and you will find me waiting there. 

Rise up, look around, be profound.
Chase down your dreams 
and don't stop until you astound. 

Chase down your dreams 
and don't stop until you astound.


Waiting There (Original) by-

Chronicle

Recorded live on iPad Air 2 with various apps

Mood Exhibit - Carnival

A collaboration between :
Shane Beck, The Last American Poet (Words)
progettosonoro (Music)

If you should repeat the words of the poem in which I gave
Were they meaningless things you said, a poet you swore to save
Could you truly feel all those things that you said that made me sigh
To silence the poet of your life, knowing without you I will surely die
And yes, She Called Me Her King, only to let it all go & pass me by

To say it is best to let go because giving me hope is cruel & wrong
I wrote thousands of poems for you & used your name in a song
Why has She Called Me Her King when it was never really true?
Knowing that all those years I never once let go of you
I never once let go of you

Shane Beck & progettosonoro - She Called Me Her King

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K-Leipzig

Sanshu Seiso [Experimental Artist]