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Suara Ku Berharap - Hijau Daun

шизомодерн - песня о судне

In this moment 
I can’t be broken
This world you love here
You loose all the fear 

Do you feel this taking over this beautiful feeling?

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Words can’t tell you
This feeling runs through
And you can’t describe
No word of a lie

Do you feel this taking over this beautiful feeling?

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Do you feel this taking over this beautiful feeling?

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Cause our hearts could mend today
We won’t always feel this way
Cause our hearts could mend today
Cause our hearts could mend today

Hearts Will Mend

Trust Fund - Cut Me Out (speed up)

Trying something a bit different here, or am I?
Working on the old fashioned broken heart style song, such as "Sealed With A Kiss".  Haven't tried this before so we'll see how it comes out. 


Valentines Heart

If your love should end today
Just dry up & blow away
I want to be the last to know

If your smiles aren’t all they seem
If I’m living in a dream
I want to be the last to know

Go tell your Mother first
Go tell your Father first
Go tell your Sister first
Go tell your Brother first
Go tell your best friend first
Go tell your hairdresser first

Take your time & make the rounds
Cos every stolen moment counts
I want to be the last to know

The Fool

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves:  Drums, Harmony Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, arrangement and Production.

As a very experienced and qualified practitioner, my brother Bri’s widow Sue has always been a believer in the homeopathic approach to life.  A vegan since her late teens, she truly walks the talk and has never been afraid to stand tall against the herd, no matter that this can often bring her into conflict with the mainstream.  Admittedly, I do not follow either of these creeds but it does have to be said that my own opinions aren’t exactly conventional either, so am a huge admirer of her courage to speak up for the things she considers right.  It takes strength and resolution to stand your ground when all around seem to be against you - and stand her ground she does. 

Sue is a true supporter of our music.  Always interested in what we are doing, her positive feedback is something that means a great deal to us.  Recently, she asked to listen to some of our more recent songs and was particularly taken with ‘My Atheist Angels’, since it deals with issues that are very close to my heart.  As we chatted, she surprised me by asking if I’d ever consider writing a song that represented her feelings and life choices, something I’d never been asked before.  

For me, the writing process is never straightforward because songs most often appear completely out of the ether.  I hardly ever make straightforward choices about them, allowing grains to sprout of their own accord whilst I’m just sitting around strumming my guitar.  Occasionally, those initial seeds take years to grow into a shape that pleases me, let alone one that may please someone else.  

So in answer to her question, I didn’t say yes but then again I didn’t say no, feeling that the only way forward was to gather some thoughts about her and hope that somewhere along the line, these would bring into existence a tune that pleased the  both of us.  As luck would have it, everything dropped into place much more quickly than I’d imagined and here is the song I created for her.  As I write, she doesn’t even have the faintest idea it even exists, so we will have to wait and see whether it is everything she hoped it would be.  Let’s hope so…. (Terry Reeves)

Roots of existence remain deeply underground 
Hiding from destruction most scientists have found 
Politicians manoeuvre with an honesty of believers
Not treating with kindness, natural self achievers 

It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

Vaccination of hope killing antibodies of prevention  
Not understanding opinion of a personal protection 
Homeopathic practice with a care for entire person
No apologies of achievement, truth is always certain

It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

It’s a regretful crime
Politicians design
Looking for a sign
No time to re-define
Hottest sun to shine:
No chance to climb 
Slide down the slime
Running out of time

It’s a fear of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

An equality of opinion but never dictating needs
Important to be heard, chance of choosing seeds
A want to be free and understanding of respect 
Information of direction, not experiment neglect 

It’s a fear of mine…….It’s a life of mine 

No intention of disturbing change planetary axis 
Love the living but concerned possible malpractice 
Planting for survival total respect for all the animals 
Conviction of beliefs, removing doubter’s manacles 
 
It’s a love of mine…….It’s a life of mine…

ROOTS OF EXISTENCE - CRIPPLE CLUB

Watch the music video:  https://vimeo.com/949369795

Quantum theory brilliantly explains the physical universe. But the certainty of every quantum state is dependent on an "observer" and physicists are wrestling with what that means: Consciousness is the foundation and source of everything. 

And quantum theory cannot explain consciousness any more than it can explain love, the perception of color or sound, or the taste of chocolate. Because consciousness (or spirit) creates the physical universe, not the other way around.

Lyrics:

Super Colliders

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
I could barely pass mathematics
But I knew that I was on fire
And I knew you were to me
More than just matter energy
And I'm going to have to find the answer

But when I sought the implicate order
The wave collapsed into water
And I know you don't want to hear it:
Underneath it all we are spirit
A voice is whispering in the ear of Mr. Verlinde:
Four universes remain chaotic

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders
Done my share of mental gymnastics
But my heart keeps taking me higher
The gravity of it all is emerging as we fall
The irony is not lost on me

Now they find the conscious mind is driving everything
I confess this consciousness once heard the angels sing
I'll make it back to heaven's gate winding a golden string
And smile at the absurdity when I should be laughing

I'm no friend of quantum mechanics
Not afraid of super colliders

ISRC:
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Super Colliders

This track is off the album "There to here (Part 2)". 
Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen
Keyboards: Phil Bowen
Vocals: Phil Bowen
Guitars: Phil Bowen
It is also at Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0UFRsKjsTFeRk9NDGaSEXz?si=055c226c040e410e
and Youtube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTfWVl9BQJE
Verse 1
On this train called “Liberty”
I saw my life in front of me
As I close my eyes and I drift away
And float along the milky way

Verse 2
On this train called “Liberty”
I realised endless possibilities
As I look up to the stars above
On this train called “Liberty”.

Verse 3
The rain pours down on warm summer night in New England
The hypnotic rhythm of the train on the tracks soothes my weary mind
I close my eyes and I float away
To the land of emerald green
I close my eyes live another day 
And thank Mary Magdalene

Chorus
I look at the moon and starlight
Shining high in the sky
I think of all the wrongs and all the rights
But I am just a man of simple means, no wise guy
I am just a man of simple means, no wise guy
(Last time- I am on this train called “Liberty”).

Middle 8
On this train called “Liberty” 
Your free to disagree
As long as I stay on the tracks and never look back
I know that I am free
Free to think, to be who I am
Free to live and not care a dam
I am on the train they call “Liberty”.

There to Here  Pt. 2

This Train Called Liberty

Music by Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle

Vocals & Lyrics by Cosmic Keanu

It's Not Too Late

He tests our hearts
Puts us through the flame
What burns is forever lost
Gold is what remains

We are the temple
In Him, all the same 
Every heart must choose
To embrace Him or to blame

It’s not too late
To know the Truth
And find the Way

The accuser feeds us lies
Gives us reason to hate
While time passes
We progress toward the grave

Refined as silver
Tested as gold
God is of the spirit
This world’s already cold

Passing through the veil
all comes to light
Standing in His presence
Who’d choose to deny?

Everything’s not so mundane
See miracles every day
Minds set on trivial things
Divided, we betray

Jesus taught love
Kingdom is within
Let go of everything
Dividing you from Him

It's Not Too Late (Paploviante & Cosmic Keanu)

Emilio, https://soundcloud.com/stranger-something and https://soundcloud.com/olla-de-insomnio , sent me this wonderful instrumental with the hint that „…at some point it had occurred to me that it would be called "When I see you“…“ 
I had a lot of fun writing and singing along to it. 
A Big Thank You for the great music, mixing and mastering and also artwork. It was an honour and a great pleasure...

____________________________________


When I See You

1
When i see you
I could almost puke
When I see you
A strange shudder goes through and through 
When I See You
My head turns bloodred
While the world shifts in two halves
None of them would last
Without the other one…

2
When i see you
And that happens now and then again
It’s too uneasy to explain

My knees tremble
My mouth is all dry
My tongue is paralyzed
I break out in a sweat
I have to look at the ground
My breathing gallops
And then my heart, that pound
And am all agitated

I avoid all pictures of you
Try not to think about it too much
Close my inner eye, too…

3
When i see you
And that happens now and then again
Oh, it’s so uneasy to explain

My knees tremble
My mouth is all dry
My tongue is paralyzed
I break out in a sweat
I have to look on the ground
My breathing gallops 
And then my heart that pounds… ahh…

solo

4
You never talk to me
No reaction you show
Just stand somewhere off silently, 
Peripheral,
In the background
Wthout a sound

How can I see what is not there ?
How can I remind what never took place ?
How can I feel that i was close to you,
Even if that was unreal ?

And if I’d see you
As a monster,
As a hypocrate,
As a drama queen ?
And if i’d see you
As a mirror image,
As a saviour,
As a lover … ?

out
When I see you
Oh, when i see you
It’s so uneasy to explain
It’s too uneasy to explain…

When do I see you ?
When will i see you ?
When will i see you again ?
Ohh

When I See You (wt Stranger Something)

Fauna is a concept album. Each track is about, or inspired by, a mythical creature(s) with special powers.

Wood Frog

Instrumental: HyLGZ22 
https://soundcloud.com/user-618736932
Lyrics and vocals: DelhyA

Pour une fois j’avais juste envie de faire un truc différent 
Peut être plus marrant:
Je veux me la jouer façon « Gazelle »
Sans,comme d habitude, « gammer » de plus belle.
Je ne suis pas la reine de la prose ni celle du slam 
Mais j aimerais juste poser mes idées là.

J envie tous ceux qui ont des choses à dire
Qui ont tant de facilités à écrire le fond de leurs pensées…délavées ou exaltées.
Les miennes ont bien  du Mal à se poser sur une feuille de papier 
que je parte à l’aventure un dimanche 
ou  à l Aube d une semaine pourtant pleine de belles  promesses.
J’en ai bien des soucis moi aussi
mais Leur mise « en mots » est difficile.
Il est plus simple parfois de s’ allonger de ne rien faire que de les coucher sur du papier.
Est ce que ça sonnerait peut être mieux en anglais? C est une question que je me pose même si écrire dans cette langue m indispose…
Alors je glisse quelques mots comme ça pour faciliter ma prose…
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds « cool »,
Mais bien souvent rien de mon stylo ne coule.
Il me faudrait peut être l aide d un sorcier
ou d un coup de baguette magique qui aiderait dame inspiration à se réveiller 
Mais où vont ils bien chercher toutes leurs idées ?
Pendant que moi je me vide de toute substance… latente, redondante,ennuyante.

J envie tous ceux qui créent des chansons
Comme on fabrique des maisons
Qui en sortent des airs par million
qui osent étaler si « facilement » leur prose 
Pendant que moi je ne peux rien faire à part… « getting bored ».

Tiens, je vais peut être activer la fonction dictée 
En voilà une bonne idée!
Et chanter quelques « da da da »qui pourraient bien sonner
De quoi mettre un peu de « sweet » dans mes idées…


TRANSLATED:

For once I just wanted to do something different
Can be more funny:
I want to play it like a "gazelle"
Without, as usual, "gaming" more beautiful.
I am not the queen of prose or that of the slam
But I would just like to put my ideas there.
I envy all those who have things to say
Who have so much facility to write the bottom of their thoughts...washed out or exalted.
Mine have a hard time landing on a sheet of paper
That I'm going on an adventure on a Sunday
Or at the dawn of a week full of beautiful promises.
I have a lot of worries too
But their wording is difficult.
It is sometimes easier to lie down and do nothing than to lay them on paper.
Would it sound better in English? It's a question I ask myself even if writing in this language makes me unwell...
So I slip a few words like this to facilitate my prose...
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds "cool",
But often nothing from my pen flows.
I might need the help of a wizard
Or a magic wand that would help lady inspiration wake up
But where do they look for all their ideas?
While I empty myself of any substance... latent, redundant, boring.

I envy all those who create songs
How we make houses
Who come out of the airs by the million
Who dare to spread their prose so "easily"
While I can't do anything except... "getting bored".

Here, I may activate the dictation function
That's a good idea!
And sing some da da da that could sound well
Enough to put a little sweet in my ideas...

Du sweet dans les idées pour une suite en D (with HyLGZ22)

A character study. A Randy Newman (pre-Toy Story) influenced song.
Lyrics:
I get under your skin
Yeah, that's where I begin
With your sister and your friend
I drove a wedge between you
To create walls
That would just let me be
The center of it all
I get under your skin
You're pretty enough
Oh yeah, I've been here all along
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I get under your skin
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I'm getting pretty good at this

I was at the playground
I'm on the highway
I'm in your life
I'm into your head
I'm into your mind
I do it all
I leave no fingerprints behind
I'm an asshole
I'm son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I was born for this!
I'm an asshole
I'm a son of a bitch
I'm a control freak
I was born with this?

( a charming and disarming guitar solo)
(Just like some of the charming and destructive people you probably know)

I'm an asshole
I'm a son of bitch
I'm a control freak
I'm an asshole

Asshole

Unlike the album's experimental tracks, this ethereal closer weaves a delicate tapestry of words and melody. It's a mystical forest lullaby, where ghostly figures dance their final waltz.

So Pure, So Far

Cast of Characters:
 
Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – foundational acoustic guitar and seed idea
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, piano, synth oboe, lyrics, and vocals
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums and percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four string fretless bass
The Eclectic Collective — composition and mix

  This is the second song in a row that The Eclectic Collective is releasing in as many weeks that was written by Chris. We love working on his songs, and all jumped at the chance to play with this one, as well. He wrote it on an acoustic guitar, onto which he also put some heavy reverb, giving it an ethereal, chordal sound. To that bare bones, Josh fist added his four-string fretless bass to a click track, of all things. Luckily, Ken swooped in soon after and gave it a proper beat with his lively percussion performance. 
  Once the rhythm section was complete, Tez added his melodic, golden-tone guitar in there. Then, it was JJ's turn. He added not only the piano and synth, but wrote the lyrics and sang it, as well. 
  This song was actually mixed by the group, as we all added our parts, although Ken did some final adjustments, too.
  JJ's lyrics tell the story of the first people to reach Easter Island, millennia ago. The wonder of the journey and the discovery of a new home, while using the materials available to survive. Here are his original lyrics.

Original Lyrics by J.J. Terrell:
 
Through the eyes of the gentle rain
Monuments raised where the Lapwings stay
All the sand, the hourglass of man sifts here
A traveling band of gypsies in this land appear
Crowd the fire as the night sets in
Listen for tales of enlightenment
Until dawn
The flowered down of a bird so true
Pure as heaven, the chosen few
It's all waiting for the night

Unabashed (Eclectic Collective)

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