Super composition. Fair play 🫡🎶🧬

What a great ambient. It sounds like walking through a market or along busy streets, glancing fleetingly in one direction or another, absorbing the impressions in that moment... A great piece and a completely different creative side. The idea and especially the fantastic execution are ingenious...

I stay where the sound breathes and the limit feels like home. 🌙

╚⏤⏤⏤╗house of the integral╔⏤⏤⏤╝

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　° limits, derivatives, integrals┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°💕💕🤣

Carnival Candy

Q-Home of Limit

Another simple track 😎
Lyrics/Vocals by me
Music made in GarageBand

Thank you so much for listening! 🫶

Lyrics: 

I wrapped myself in self-pity
Heard a heavy ringing bell
Didn't think I could be unwrapped
Hidden walls that never fell..

So many layers of emotions
I knew I had to start
And when the first layer was removed
The rest began to fall apart..

Unwrap-app-ing  myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Now my soul is almost open
All the layers taken off
But I have left some walls
In case I don't have enough...

A new story will be written
New layers will come
But with an unwrapped soul
I can wrap myself with love...

Unwrap-app-ing myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Unwrap -app-Ing Myself  (Original)

Dreams

The album containing this song and many others is coming soon.
Lyrics:
Oh, my heart's a wild ride,
With your sexy pirate smile,
Kinky love in the moonlight,
Makes every moment worthwhile.
Through the sweet smell of trouble,
And the taste of your skin,
With you by my side,
I know we'll never give in.

Her leather smells of sweat and smoke,  
a tangled mess of lust and sin,  
her lips are black but taste like hope,  
I drown in her, when the chaos begins.  

She’s all safety pins and reckless grins,  
her voice a growl, her touch a spark,  
my heart’s a doll she pierces with pins,  
leaving me moaning in the dark.  

(Chorus)
Kinky, smelly, slutty,
She’s my punk princess,
In her old Doc Martens,
She makes my heart race. 

Her sweat’s a perfume, raw and sweet,  
stained with smoke and cheap red wine,  
I worship at her scuffed-up feet,  
her chaos fits so right with mine.  

She’s a riot in fishnets and smudged eyeliner, 
laughing loud with a devil’s grace,  
I’m the fool in her story, a complete looser,  
lost in the heat of her wild embrace.  

(Chorus)
Kinky, smelly, slutty,
She’s my punk princess,
In her old Doc Martens,
She makes my heart race. 

The world calls her filthy, calls her wrong, 
but her filth is the pleasure that I crave,  
her love’s a storm, relentless and strong,  
and I’ll drown in it, bold and brave.  

She’s my kink, my stink, my reckless muse, 
a hurricane in Doc Marten boots,  
I’ll take her bruises, her bad tattoos,  
and love her raw, right down to the roots.

Punk Princess

This instrumental track, performed by GOLTZ (Gunther Benedict-drums, Christoph Musil-bass, Mario Palaschke-keyboards), is the result of a late-night improvisation in the early 1990s.
Cover: Oil painting by my wife Andrea

Dunkelbunt

'My Drouthy Cronie' is a line from the Robert Burn's poem, 'Tam o' Shanter', and is a tribute to the many 'drouthy cronies' I have shared time with over the past 60 years or so. Some have passed and some are still alive and kicking. I thank them all for sharing some of their valuable time with me.

My Drouthy Cronie

Balloon Licking

To Be Your Girl

Peter and Seagull reflect on what could happen, but has not happened yet, and I pray never happens if humanity ceases to be human.  The headlines would tell us we are near the brink, but daily life and interactions with everyday people tell a different story.  Hope abounds when helping hands are present, there is plenty to go around when the plenty is shared, and forgiveness can heal the deepest wounds.  None of it is easy and there are no easy answers and great effort may be required, but infinitely preferable to the despair depicted in Peter's sobering lyric poetry.  The bottom line for me is; keep the faith, with God and with each other.

Music, Mix, Production, beautiful lead guitar - Seagull; @farout-music-studio
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Acoustic guitars left & right - David; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Wonderful voice - Clara Sorace

Deep Inside

When your broken moral compass assaults his eternal soul
When folk apportion token fault upon what little faith I hold
When humanity has knifed itself, and hope bleeds from infernal holes
When night's arrival, day concedes, its warmth displaced by bitter Cold

When evolution's vanities lie buried deep in fossil earth
When pagan rite insanities, render cheap, their measly worth
When any good God's lessons die 'neath cloven crackled mirth
When children' hearts bear tender fear from the very instance of their birth

When the simplest of kindnesses stands blatantly denied
When respect for fellow mortal lands gutter-bound, cast aside
When the spyglass is inverted to inspect what’s deep inside
When the court of civil fortitude finds us guilty as described

When the very least of all is but the best that can be done
When portends toss and nightmares turn, and grace is on the run
When you, my friend must burn your shame, face the shadows of our sun
Then all is lost, accept the blame, for hell on earth has just begun.

Deep Inside (Seagull, Peter, David, Clara)

Recorded in Modest, Ca   Featuring Hammond Electric Organ solo. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Soprano Saxophone solo. Vibraphone solo.  Stand up acoustic Bass. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Hammond Electric Organ with Bass Peddles Rhythm. Acoustic Full Drum set kit. Percussion Chimes tree, 22" Zildjian Ride & Crash Cymbals, Tambourine.

Carmel

Coffee Break

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Q-Home of Limit

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