Coming together...  Brian "Red" Moore, master engineer and musician brought some GREAT ideas!!

You feel you're always on the run
Though the day has just begun
I know I know

Always burning candlelight
Working late into the night
I know I know

It's very hard to understand
All the stress and those demands
I know I know I know

The future is the thing you plan
Take a look at the other hand
You work too hard just so you can
Find your place in the promised land
I know I know

Even when they're in plain sight
Many things don't work out right
You find it hard to sleep at night
You forgot to kill the lights
I know I know

Work so hard about to drop
You feel as though your head will pop
I know I know

Working hard with all your might
Never giving up the fight
I know I know

Feel the need for a place to be
Maybe a little sympathy
I know I know I know

Move on up the ladder then
Wonder if it ever ends
Try so hard not to pretend
Now its time to start again
I know I know

Whoever said this would be fun
Must be sleeping in the sun
I know I know I know

Why don't you just catch that train?
Grab a seat and ease the pain
I know I know

Figure out which road you're on
Give yourself a simple song
I know I know

Take a stand and draw the line
Everything will work out fine
I know I know

Future is the thing you plan
Take a look at the other hand
You work too hard just so you can
Find your place in the promised land
I know I know

You know this stop has just begun
Take some time and have some fun
Before you really come undone
Find that really special one
You know You know

Even when they're in plain sight
Many things don't work out right
You find it hard to sleep at night
You forgot to kill the lights
I know I know

Even when they're in plain sight
Many things don't work out right
You find it hard to sleep at night
You forgot to kill the lights
I know I know

Plain Sight - Feat. Brian "Red" Moore

Embark on an exhilarating sonic journey as you dive into the vibrant world of this release! This electrifying composition skillfully combines fast-paced songwriting with a rock-infused sound, complemented by smooth Czech lyrics that weave a tale of a leisurely Sunday trip to the swimming pool. Feel the immersive embrace of the music as it captures the essence of carefree relaxation and pure joy.

Experience the synergy of dynamic rhythms and infectious melodies, transporting you to a place where each note mirrors the excitement of a sun-soaked adventure. This track is your ticket to a musical escapade, a celebration of life's simple pleasures. It's the perfect addition to your playlist, promising to elevate your senses and infuse your moments with the lively spirit of our Sunday swimming pool excursion. Join us in this auditory exploration, and let the harmonies become the soundtrack to your unforgettable journey.

Producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Sock Puppet Theater

Rattlin' Can

Broken / Pretty

Pretty Unauffällig Dann

The last time I saw Lisa, 
She was standing underneath an old oak tree
With her hair down, her hands in her pockets.  
Lisa broke my heart and set me free.

The last time I saw Rachel 
She was crying, trying to hide her eyes.
And she told me, she told me she was leaving.
Rachel broke my heart, no surprise.

INSTRUMENTAL

The last time I saw heaven,	she was standing, standing where you are.
And she whispered, “You have nothing to fear boy.
Share that broken heart, share that broken heart,
Share that broken heart with me.


Last Time

Tomorrow

Tomorrow (Extended)

First you say you love me, always thinking of me.
Then you try to shove me right back in line.
When the wheel stops spinnin’, you’re of the opinion -
You’re the one who's winning, and you may be right.
It looks like you are using me, ignoring, and abusing me, and yes I mind.
I’m running out of luck so you can pucker up and put it where the sun don’t shine.
Ooh, I love you baby, there’s no ifs or maybes,
But I gotta say I’m not sure how long.
So, if you're ever planning to be kind and understanding,
Now’s the time for standing, ‘cause you know you’re wrong. You’re so-so wrong.

Girl, you know it’s funny the way you call me honey.
But there’s no amount of money that can change my mind.
I know that times are tough, and getting by is getting rough,
But I think I’ve seen enough to rearrange my style.
It’s not a Cadillac, but I got a tank of gas, and it’s running fine.
You know I gotta go, but before I hit the road, kiss where the sun don’t shine.
Now you know I’m leaving, so you can start your grieving
But it’s make-believe, and it won’t last long.
Here’s my parting shot, though it might not mean a lot,
This puts you on the spot, and you know you’re wrong. You’re so-so wrong.


So, So Wrong

You gotta lot on the line, you gotta lot at the lake.
You gotta lot in the market, and a lot of mistakes.
You gotta lot of confusion what it means to have faith.
You gotta realize - you gotta lot of hate.

You gotta lot of free time, you gotta lotta bad debt.
You gotta lot to remember, and even more to forget.
You gotta lotta of desire, and a lotta extra weight.
You gotta realize - you gotta lot of hate.

You gotta lot of responsibility and a lot of self-loathing and doubt.
You gotta lot invested in being free, and keeping other people out.

You gotta lot in the fire, and a lot on your mind.
You’ve gotta lot of good qualities, but they’re so hard to find.
You gotta mighty good income, and the family is great.
You gotta realize - you gotta lot of hate.

You gotta brand new car, it’s a Mercedes Benz, and another one just for the wife.
You gotta close knit group of allies and friends and a question or two ‘bout your life.

You gotta plan in the works, and a dream that can’t fail.
You gotta eye for the ladies, and a knack for the sale.
You gotta personal trainer, and a lot on your plate.
You gotta realize - you gotta lot of hate.

You Gotta Lot

LoNe WolF - "Another World [Hype Mix]


Album: "Avant-Garde"[Deluxe Edition] (2026)


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF 




#stitches #tracksoftheweeek #newmusic

Avant-Garde [Deluxe Edition]

Another World [Hype Mix]

I’m not accustomed to dining on linen.
Button-down collars or country club women.
Don’t wear a speedo when I’m going swimming.
I ain’t got a car, I got me a lemon.
Sure I got problems, but honey you ain't one of ‘em.

I never order in a French restaurant.
I just point and hope I get what I want.
Give me a biscuit, I don’t want a croissant.
I know what they say, but I ain’t got it to flaunt.
Sure I got problems, but name someone who don’t.

This high society, ain’t got nothing to attract my attention.
If you want to be with me, you better be going in my direction
I’m not the high falootin’ kind. If you want to be mine,
Put your mudders on, we’re getting down and dirty tonight.

INSTRUMENTAL

The corporate world’s got my head a’spinning.
The rat race is on, and the rats are winning.
One of these days I’m gonna bite the bullet,
But until then, I’m keepin’ my mullet.
Sure I got problems, but I aint’ giving up.

This high society, ain’t got nothing to attract my attention.
If you want to be with me, you better be going in my direction
I’m not the high falootin’ kind. If you want to be mine,
Put your mudders on, we’re getting down and dirty tonight.
Put your mudders on, we’re getting down and dirty tonight.

Put Your Mudders On

a man on the road
stands across from his home
his house burns down his wife is gone
alcohol is his last comfort
because he lost his job 
as always he is the last guest in his pub

what's that poor bastard
feeling sorry for oneself
who puts up with everything
and does not defend himself

as a little boy he was always teased in school 
the other boys his age were bigger and beat him up

what's that poor bastard
feeling sorry for oneself
who puts up with everything
and does not defend himself

His mother went prostituting 
and took care of strange guys.
His father was her last boyfriend 
and bore him

what's that poor bastard
feeling sorry for oneself
who puts up with everything
and does not defend himself

The Poor Man

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Last Time

Scott Orr

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