About birds, cats and refugees...
A bird had dropped from the sky.. I don't like dead birds. I used to make small crosses of sticks for the bird-graveyard I had made in my backyard when I was a kid. 
The family cat often brought us "cat-gifts".. 
I love cats still because I saw their good intentions. I still as always feel strongly connected to the birds in the sky or on the ground.. 
I was raised to show mercy and understanding towards living creatures. Even if I found dead birds on my doorstep.
It breaks my heart to see immigrants, refugees and human life being refused help or neglected in refugee camps or lost at sea..
And i am gutted when i hear that people with means are being refused to help these souls. That governments stop these helping hands with legislation that criminalise helpers as participants of human trafficking! Helping hands who bring refugees water, food, clothes or offers fugitives a ride on inhumane long walks to reach an already crowded camp etc.
And I understand that power holders, my elders and the society that raised me, want only the best for themselves, me and the generations to come. But I want to say this: 
I understand and see the love from where your "cat-gifts" comes. But we are all human beings.. And:
I don't want your "cat-gifts".
I don't want to watch the people, society and system that raised me, turn its back on human compassion in fear and love. 
I want to tell my kids and grandkids a totally different story. A story of intellect and insights that lead to choices of a love bigger than me and my -country, -continental region, -part of Europe, -part of the world.
We have the choice of mercy and compassion towards our tribesmen, women and children of the world. 
That is why, what we choose is of most importance. 
Collective sympathy, empathy and compassion is a human force.
No more "cat-gifts"....

Cat - Gifts

Wonders lost and never found
Burn the hourse down to the ground
Leatherbound, inner struggle
Off to join the distant puzzle
I have been a straw in the sea
I have changed who is into me
Come on girl and set me free
I have changed what I'd like to be

No lost boys will ever live to grow up
No lost causes here, I have to stop
Dressed in rags 
I love to see our worlds collide
Dressed in slices of atoms
And in rawhide

I don't the boarders around your world
And I never did
Dressed in robes of all we burned into your skin
I have been a piece of soap to wash yor dirty mouth
And in the end we are all fucked-up and leatherbound

No lost boys will ever live to grow up
No lost causes here, I have to stop
Dressed in rags 
I love to see our worlds collide
Dressed in slices of atoms
And in rawhide

Alice Trilogy B-Sides

Rawhide (B-Side)

ødelagt af tom-erik løe (https://ur-recordings.bandcamp.com)

Tom-Erik Løe - Blitzkrieg (Reconstructed)

☄️ 🕴 🕴 🕴 // Acid Communism // 🕴🕴🕴 ☄️

Konstrueret af et sample af mig der siger "punch" ind i min computers  mikrofon, fordi min bog sagde, jeg skulle gøre det. Det var ikke fordi jeg ikke prøvede at lægge andre ting på. Men samplen passede kun med sig selv. Undskyld den er meget diskant.

// p u n s j //

Straight Outta NV

Old Anger

I'm very proud of this instrumental. The only reason I offer it here on its own is that for years, I have had no idea what to do with it. "Darkness" is the working title - I literally have not been able to come up with a decent title for this!

The large majority of "Darkness" was written in late 2008 or early 2009 where I was heavily disillusioned with being unemployed once again, having dropped out of university. I added the lead melody later on, when trying to force it onto Tidal Force. Before that, a quite different (read: uglier) version graced the Myspace page of my dead band-gone-solo project, Ìkaros.

It kind of breaks my heart to give away a good composition like this. But heck, I enjoy listening to it in this form. Maybe this tale of artistic constipation just goes to show that "Darkness" was good enough to begin with.

Tom-Erik Løe - Blitzkrieg (Reconstructed)

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