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It Never Happened

The Stump

This remastered album "Flight of Light" chronicles the dramatic shift in Inge's world as the idyllic life she knew in Book 1 becomes overshadowed by the growing influence of the Nazi regime. Inge and her siblings are drawn into the activities of the Hitler Youth and League of German Girls, experiencing a strange mix of camaraderie, newfound responsibilities, and subtle indoctrination.

The innocence of childhood games and explorations gives way to a more structured and ideological environment. Inge faces internal conflict as she grapples with the disharmony between the values instilled by her family and the increasingly rigid expectations of the regime.

The book portrays the subtle ways in which ordinary people are drawn into the machinery of a totalitarian system. The music for Book 2 mirrors this internal and external conflict, expressing the emotional turmoil of a nation on the brink of war and a family struggling to maintain its values in the face of overwhelming change.

"Flight of Light" is a powerful exploration of the loss of innocence and the struggle to find a sense of belonging in a world on the brink of chaos. The music echoes this struggle, offering a poignant soundtrack to a pivotal chapter in Inge's life. It sets the stage for the dramatic events that will unfold in the subsequent books, as the Feyerabends face the full impact of the war and the difficult choices that lie ahead.

But War's Dark Shadow, Stretched Across The Land (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

Latest original psychedelic music. Take one away from challenges of this strange physical world. Seventeen gems.

Hope everyone enjoys the musical magical ride.

All instruments: Daniel Lars
Written, mixed, produced, mastered: Daniel Lars

℗ 2025 Daniel A. Larsen

Psychedelic Cats

10 Feb 2025

No Man's Land

Schweinehund

Slight improvement to the Synth Draft

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two Synth Draft (Level Tweaking)

Sometimes the answers are right where you need ‘em, sometimes you have to look.
I thought that you might be one of those answers, that was the chance I took.
Silly of me to think you were an answer, thought I’d try anyhow.
Turns out that you’re really more of a question, that’s all behind me now.
All behind me now.

I never questioned your passionate kisses, I swear I heard bells ring.
Guess that just shows that you were a good actress, they didn’t mean a thing.
You kept exploring and I kept ignoring you were out on the prowl.
I should have known you were never an answer, that’s all behind me now.
All behind me now.

Questions, but never an answer, confusion, but never peace.
Which one? I’m never quite sure. Which one? It was never real.

You made a fool of me, made me a mockery, guess you can say you won.
I’ve seen your scorecard and yes, there were others, I’m not the only one.
I see it now, you were never an answer, go ahead and take a bow.
I see it now, you were never an answer, that’s all behind me now.
All behind me now.

Questions, but never an answer, confusion, but never peace.
Which one? I’m never quite sure. It never was real, it was all make believe.
Questions, but never an answer, confusion, but never peace.
Which one? I’m never quite sure. Which one? It was never real.

Questions

Composed, produced, sung and played by Carlos R (Carlos Rodrigues)

Não preciso que me digas nada
Pois eu sei que tu estás aqui 
Que me acompanhas na minha estrada
Até nos momentos em que me perdi 

Não me perguntes qual a razão 
Nem o motivo porque falo de ti
Apenas escrevo esta canção 
Para te dizer que eu não te esqueci 

Eu não desejo nada de errado
Apenas quero a tua proteção 
Em dias frios ser abençoado 
Sentir o calor desse coração 

Tu nasceste em berço de palha
E do nada deste-me a tua mão 
És a alma és a luz que me embala
Para mim és uma dádiva do céu 
E morreste crucificado
Espalhando essa tua bondade
Por Barrabás foste trocado
Tudo por causa desse teu coração 

Vais decidir o meu destino 
E para isso eu cá estarei 
Serei fiel ao teu pedido 
Partilharei tudo aquilo que sei

Eu não desejo nada de errado
Apenas quero a tua proteção 
Em dias frios ser abençoado 
Sentir o calor desse teu coração 
 
Por Barrabás foste trocado

Apenas quero essa tua proteção

Serei fiel a esse pedido

Tudo por causa desse teu coração

Esse teu coração

Life Is Not Easy

What a year this has been as I started this musical journey last year thinking I would release a few albums.  I ended up writing 70 songs, WTF.  I worked with a producer but did not like the auto tune and drama, no offence to the producer.  I was reminded how toxic the music industry is and so I decided to just release my own unplugged versions not because I am better than anyone else but I know what I like and that is good enough for me. I am not an arrogant person but I hate those who don't like you or your music because you don’t fit into the box and colour outside the lines.  So what.  Be you, be free and rock n roll.  You wonder beings have being instrumental in supporting me thank you. For years I have listened to people say that Bob Dylan can’t sing, I laugh and say, no your cannot hear!

Love you all!


Hey Dad

CHI HA SPENTO LE STORIE è  il decimo singolo di Pietro Labonia con l'etichetta discografica Rhoon Records.
Mastering di Fabricio Ariel Sarmiento e foto di Tonio Carnevale.

Chi ha spento le storie?

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

Questions

Scott Orr