ZenGazer

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Live video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO4II6fOV-A

Blown
Swirling and turn
Catches my waves 
On the news
But I don't recall

Check the boxes
Pushing the clouds
Missing one
A puzzling maze

Who could have known
Whom calling the shots
Probably you

Who could have blown
Whistler in the dark
Points to you

To bloom
Home
A new warning

Fall from a height
Feasting the view
Twisting the wires
Shorting mouths, out of love
But you're not the first

Fixing the pole
Shrinking our worlds
Juxtapose, holding heads

Who could have flown
One of few
Who could have fought
Witness every lot
Point of view

To bloom
Home
A new morning

Blown (Live Acoustic)

I could open any door
But I don't feel it anymore
There's an aching in my tooth
I've got nothing left to prove to you

CHORUS
Picturecards and poems are all in life I ever asked
Sitting under moonlight
You felts my hands removed my mask

I will greet you with a smile
You should really run a mile or two
There's a treat behind each door
Am I really such a draw to you?

CHORUS
Picturecards and poems are all in life I ever asked
Sitting under moonlight
You felts my hands removed my mask
Stripping down my layers is surely a demanding task
If you've a spare moment come feel my hands, remove my mask

I could open any door
There's an aching in my brain
All the years have left a stain I guess

Picturecards And Poems

A go at Pink Floyd's eternal favourite. Apologies to the afficionado's there is no guitar solo at the start; I tried one, but it didn't sound right.

Wish You Were Here (cover)

Cover
Original by Leonard Cohen (1984)
(I got help with the guitar backing)

Hallelujah   (Cover)

Complex synthesizer layers in combination with electronics and house genres

Waiting be Fool

I Feel Waiting Fool You

A Little Respect (Erasure Cover)

IPG1 - Modern Times (AudioBake Mix)

another old demo from what was going to be a good idea. Let us know what you think... I'm trying to get Jana back in the studio

Solitude - Jana

Collab with the great vocal artist Saskia Goethals from Belgium.

https://soundcloud.com/saskiagoethals/tracks

Lyrics blue men of the Minch:

We are in Scotland,
We hear the story of the blue men of the Minch, some sort of blue creatures looking like human but t hey live under water in deep caves
looking for sailors to drawn
and stricken boats to sink
They have a blue colour, this mythical creatures look much like humans, and are about the same size. But they have the power to create storms.
When the weather was fine they were sleeping under the surface of the water. They swim with their torsos raised out of the water, twisting and diving.
They could cause storm. The blue creatures approached the capitain of a ship
And said that he had to finish the rhyme
The capitain had to solve riddles and finish 2 rhymes of poetry.

If he couldn’t do it the ship was capsised

Blue Chief: Man of the black cap what do you say
As your proud ship cleaves the brine?
Skipper: My speedy ship takes the shortest way
And I'll follow you line by line
Blue Chief: My men are eager, my men are ready
To drag you below the waves
Skipper: My ship is speedy, my ship is steady
If it sank, it would wreck your caves.

Blue Men Of The Minch / Collab with Saskia Goethals

NASA tells me: "Mercury retrograde is an optical illusion that occurs when the planet Mercury appears to move backwards in the night sky. In reality, the Earth briefly overtakes Mercury in its orbit, creating a visual effect."

Thanks NASA. That helps. 

But what about when two people think they're in one place but they're in another? And can sometimes a body, celestial or otherwise, look healthy but it's not? Let me know. Thx bro.

Influences: Roni Size meets Jeff Buckley

(Outta the) Not-So-Silent Planets

Mercury Transit

I originally recorded this track in 2001 when my friend Molly and I formed the "Moving Air" project.. @moving-air
This is the 2024 remastered version.
Composition, arrangement, instruments & vocals: c r u m i u s
Lyrics: Sascha B.
Backing vocals: Molly M.

Fantasiewelt

Ich sitze hier und grinse
zusammen mit John Lennon auf einer Insel
wunderbar, auch noch da ist Kurt Cobain
und vor ein paar Tagen erst, habe ich auch Elvis gesehen

Was, das wollt ihr mir nicht glauben?
Doch, meine Fantasiewelt, die könnt ihr mir nicht rauben
Alles so schön rund, kunterbunt und gesund

Jeder weiß alles, brauchen tun wir nichts
Geliebt wird das was gut ist, kein Gezeter, keine Tricks

Wir können vor dem schlafen gehen Schafe zählen
Müssen uns nicht durch die Tage quälen,
Wenn du Lust hast, dann mach was,
wenn nicht, dann lass das

Ich grinse als bestände die Luft nur aus Lachgas
Ich grinse als bestände die Luft nur aus Lachgas

Keine Armut, kein Streit, keine Kriege
Keine Armut, kein Streit, keine Kriege
Keine Armut, kein Streit, keine Kriege

Ich schließe meine Augen und Fliege
Ich schließe meine Augen und Fliege
Ich schließe meine Augen und Fliege
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Fantasy World

I sit here and grin
on an island with John Lennon
wonderful, Kurt Cobain is also there
and just a few days ago, I also saw Elvis

What, you don't want to believe me?
But you can't take my fantasy world away from me
Everything is so beautifully round, colorful and healthy

Everyone knows everything, we don't need to do anything
What is loved is what is good, no complaining, no tricks

We can count sheep before going to sleep
We don't have to torture ourselves through the days,
If you feel like it, do something,
if not, then leave it

I grin as if the air was made of nitrous oxide
I grin as if the air was made of nitrous oxide

No poverty, no strife, no wars
No poverty, no strife, no wars
No poverty, no strife, no wars

I close my eyes and fly
I close my eyes and fly
I close my eyes and fly

Fantasiewelt

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Fantasiewelt ☮

Junius

A smokey blues club, a beautiful singer, and a couple of stiff drinks. Sounds like a good start.

Blue Smoke Song Girl

Rehearsals for my debut album, with the Italian singer and actor Nicola Palladini. Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki. Rehearsal 2012.

"White Lady" (feat. Nicola Palladini) 2012.

Rise to the Sky - Every Day, A Funeral - 07

The third song in our summer series "We Solve Most Things If We Talk" examines the so-called progress of modern man. Are humanity's societies and social structures built over centuries really for everyone? Or only for groups of self-selected members?
Unfortunately, it is clear that large parts of humanity, during the course of our collective journey, again and again, ended up by the side of the road.  And what is the difference between the man in the stone cave and the modern man in his cardboard box or concrete conduit/cave?  We can't help but get the feeling that the man in the stone cave was somehow happier and more satisfied with his situation; it is all he knew.  The homeless (for whatever reason) know better...and hope for better.

Music & Lyric; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
With his high-string guitar; David Dunham, @david-dunhamuser589535203 
Thank you Seagull and Peter for letting me share this painful and poignant vision with you.

Modern Man:

I shuffle to, in my dripping cardboard palace,
Introspect on what the mental mind of evening brings.
The muffled dealer with his clingfilm-wrapped tripping malice
Prospects his kindly rental of the used syringe.

My box of brokenness shadowed by a higher human soul where lumens dare not tread
Detox wrapped in hollow stories still untold that crucify the thoughts within my head.
Needle patterns deathly blue upon my inner arm profess of no tattoo,
But of the crystal meth, whose harm, distressed, for me a living lie holds true.

Woven flaws, tangled webs of sins and hopes, regret a past mis-spent of futures told
Proven cause reflected in the ancients, whose tropes my nights now represent from days of old
Nothing that all of history built can yet detect the progress dial shifted
Nor the deeds nor the strength nor the intellect with which this vile human head was gifted

And within our minor symphonic demise, against which burning cold I close my eyes
All sin and crass politic lies now clear unfold, presenting no surprise that’s evident
I clock the days with callow patience as light defrays and my hopes relent
Futility and contradiction, sallowed latent time displays my childhood benediction rent asunder

Amid the sweet fair calling thunder of the ghosts of every child as yet unborn
There to meet me, falling at the hanging post, tempered mild, await my passing, so to mourn.

Modern Man (Peter; guitar, vocal, Seagull; synths, David; guitar

Svensk Sommarsång #2

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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