"Distanced" is a reflective ballad that captures the beauty and heartache of a long-distance relationship, drawing parallels with the infinite expanses of space, and the need for connection stifled by the realities of time and space. With spacey guitar tones and melancholic vocals, The Day Afters blend wistful lyrics with a modern indie sound. Perfect for late-night reflection.

Lyrics:
It’s the Distance - and the time we squandered, the days we found were- quickened.
A rhythm - as we break in two again, smash into ourselves - listen….   

If you want it - you get it - you get you let it go
When  you see it - it’s never what you’re looking for
You can dream - for more and more
What’s real is here, you feel it near - that’s yours

Absence - makes the heart grow fonder But my thoughts still wander - still with you
This system - demands you follow, Makes you swallow - puts us in this queue

If want it - you get it - you get you let it go
When you see it - it’s never what you’re looking for
You can dream - for more and more
What’s real is here, you feel it near - that’s yours

I Miss you - the earth is harder, the sun feels farther than it used to - and we’re just passing through

Trying to read you - I can't tell
Trying to reach you - No one’s there

Void Century

Distanced

I wrote this forty years ago as part of the "Scenes of St. Francis" small-town song anthology and thought it might be fun to post as fall is winding down but before the Christmas season gets into full swing.  St. Francis, Kansas is a little prairie town nestled in a shallow river valley and has an abundance of trees, mostly cottonwoods, but a few hardwoods that stand out especially in the fall. And with the trees was an abundance of squirrels always playing chase or hide and seek when they weren't getting into mischief.  They needed a song, and with my daughters being so young, I wanted to make it in the form of a children's song that they could sing along to.  As adult women, they still like to sing along when they hear it which is a good thing since my own singing voice has largely depleted with age.  But it is a nice reminder that once upon a time I could sing:) Rescued and remixed from an old but faithful cassette tape.

Squirrel Song lyrics:
Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
Haven't got a care in the world.
Playing hide and seek 'round an old tree trunk,
I'm talking 'bout my friend the squirrel.

Gathering nuts is a way of life,
But even they know when to play,
And though winter's coming before too long,
They still live life day by day.
Chorus:
Just let their antics entertain you,
From a high-wire act to a tree-top stunt or two,
There's not a dull moment when you see them around,
There's fun wherever they're found.

Instrumental hums then repeat chorus

Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
They have something we need to learn;
That a happy life is made of work and play
When each one gets a turn.

Squirrel Song (from Scenes of St. Francis)

this song is about the seethy overarching system that drives art and many other things to be fear driven in the name of higher profits

Sin Inc

Like A Dream (Instrumental Radio Mix) (2005)
The bitter-sweetness of passion
"Like A Dream" combines spoken vocals with an entrancing beat, creating an emotional and raw atmosphere. The heartfelt lyrics tell the story of falling in love with a young woman whose beauty feels like a thousand blooming flowers. Beneath the melody and powerful beats, there is a touch of seduction. You will fall in love with this unique combination of minimalism and passion.
The Instrumental Radio Mix is a radio-ready cut of the trance classic, but without Ramona's vocals.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, production, synthesizers, mixing

Like A Dream

Like A Dream (Instrumental Radio Mix) [feat. Ramona Muhn]

My daughter Matilda helping out with backing vox. Matilda also wrote the words for her bit ad lib  🫶🏽
Hmmm in hindsight Daddies sometimes intense lyrics might have seeded those 😊


Lyrics

"♾️Tell me he matters
You take it away
Tell me she matters
You take it away
Tell me they matters
You take it away
Tell me we matter
You making my day ♾️" by Matilda - age 7 (there's the pension sorted ✅😆)

Fruit of the skies,
Plough my eyes!
They are naked
Magnificent prize
Spilled light
I'm trenched
Seeing us so small
Out there immense 

Fruits of our crys
Our laments
The pure presence
Presents a tense
Suspense to sense
A myopic dance
Souls' geofenced 

♾️Give me some cosmic clues
Needing some cosmic clues♾️

Hey you, cookoo crazy's
Perspective imagery
August 23rd '66
Move 'round the Moon
Earth clicks.
This space sues your safety
Just one burst of energy...
Bezos, Musk,
May you help mould some fix
Dicks 


Fruits of our lives
The gasps
The sighs
Awakened
Rise above the rasp mouthed pride
And feed with feel
Let us keep this real 

(Possibly start solo here and bring below verse in as an outro chorus/bridge) 

Fruit to survive.
Cruciate of life
Crossed to new hive
No 9 to 5
Now feed with feel
Let us keep this real
Yeah ehh 

Tell me he matters
You take it away
Tell me she matters
You take it away
Tell me they matter
You take it away
Tell me we matter
You making my day 

I tell you they matter

It Matters

in a rush to wait

My Favorite Girl

I'm pretty sure that you're gonna be my favorite girl
I'm liking what's making you different from all of the world
Your hair's a mess but I don't care
You leave me gasping for air
I just want you here with me

You're in the running for sure to be my favorite girl
You're just so sweet and you heart is as big as the world
The mystery of your smile
I'll figure it out in a while
I just want you here with me

And I'm trying to get better
But this fever feels like heaven
I'm gonna let it take me down

Any day now you're sure to be my favorite girl
And then I'll forget about everything else in the world
I keep this dream alive until seven arrives
I just want you here with me
I just want you here with me
I just want you here with me

ISRC:
uscgj2515970

My Favorite Girl

your eyes pulled me from the wreckage

"Living Mannequin" talks about the need to become what fashion and today’s world demand us to be in order to be accepted by society: different.
We’re expected to be unlike anything that ever existed, to reject our roots and the teachings passed down by our parents—ignoring knowledge in favor of a new world order that claims all of humanity’s acquired wisdom has become obsolete with the rise of A.I.
We have to be strange in order to be original.

Living Mannequin

Why be so different?
Why not be more normal?
If everything I see looks just the same,
Then the weird one is the original.
Why not be reversed?
The opposite of that basic verse;
If I wear red, tattoo on my knee,
Hair, a hat or some All Stars on me.

Making faces and poses,
Walking back and forth all day;
Drinking, smoking... doing dumb stuff,
Living just to impress in some way.
Pulling out sighs,
From people who just watch TV;
They search and don’t find, they look but don’t see
What’s really worth living to be...

Selling their own universe,
In exchange for some dumb stares;
The dream is money, death is the mirror,
Living in a harbor with no piers there...
Gaining experience,
In what they don’t want to learn;
Fashion sets the routine,
In minds where “to have” beats “to be” at every turn...

******************** PORTUGUESE

Manequim Vivo fala sobre a necessidade de sermos o que a moda e o mundo atuais exigem que sejamos, para sermos aceitos na sociedade: Diferentes. 
Temos de ser diferentes de tudo que já existiu, renegar nossas origens e os aprendizados passados por nossos pais, ignorando o conhecimento em pról de uma nova ordem mundial, a qual dita que todo o conhecimento da humanidade adquirido se tornou obsoleto, com a chegada da A.I.
Temos de ser estranhos para sermos originais.

Por que ser tão diferente?
Por que não ser tão normal?
Se tudo que eu vejo, parece com o mesmo,
O estranho é o original;
Por que não ser reverso?
Inverso do verso vulgar;
Se eu uso vermelho, tatoo no joelho,
Cabelo, chapéu ou All Star;
Fazendo caras e bocas;
Andando pra lá e pra cá;
Bebendo, fumando...fazendo besteira;
Vivendo pra impressionar;
Provocando suspiros;
Do povo que só vê tv;
Procura e não acha, enxerga e não vê;
O que vale a pena viver...
Vendendo ser próprio universo;
A troco dos olhos boçais;
O sonho é o dinheiro, a morte é o espelho;
Vivendo num porto sem cais...
Ganhando experiência...
No que não se quer aprender;
A moda dita a rotina;
Na mente ter ou não ser...

in a rush to wait

graham everett

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