Kingdom For a Saint - Acoustic version

This is a DIFFERENT version......all due respect to Leonard Cohen and Jeff Buckley.  READ THE WORDS, fool....

Well, I heard there was 
a sacred chord
that David played 
and it pleased the horde
but you don't really care 
for music, do ya?

Well, it goes like this
plead the fourth 
drink the fifth 

the minor fall
and the major lift 

the Shepherd King 
composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah (repeat) POETIC INTERLUDE: 

GET IN THE CAR WHEN SHE ARRIVES 
TO DRIVE A POINT HOME
TO THE PRIMARY FACT OF THE HORIZON
NOW IS A COMMUNION
AND CONSCIOUSNESS CANNOT DIE
DON'T STEAL OUR CHALLENGE 
WITH SALVATION

DYING AND GOING TO HELL 
IS JUST ANOTHER
CHILDHOOD AMNESIA

THE CAPACITY TO FEEL 
IS KNOWING
RATHER THAN 
JUST SAYING LOVE

WE FOUND OUR WAY BACK 
BY WHAT WE TIED TO THE SUNSET

SHE IS THE POET TO (K)NO(w) ONE

Your faith was strong
you needed proof
you saw her breakdancing on the roof
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya

then she tied you to her 
kitchen chair
with her teeth 
she removed your
underwear
from your lips 
she drew the 

hallelujah 

all night

Hallelujah - etc. 

Baby, I've been here before
you know I've
seen this world and 
I walked through the door
you know I 
rocked out to the west 
before I knew ya

Like a seventh son 
on the royal arch
love is not 
a victory march 
it's a cold, and 
it's a broken hallelujah 

hallelujah , etc. 

(Timmy Purrs)

well 
there was a time 
when you let me know 
what's really 
going on below
but now you never 
show that to me, do ya 

remember when 
I moved in you
and the holy ghost 
was moving too
and every breath 
we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah

Mobius Strip

Möbius Strip

Guitars and Bass by Robert Grigg
Drums by Yamaha Keyboard

Little Big Bite

One Hell of a Woman 
Produced by Kevin Croner
lyrics:
V1:
Did you trade your soul
To be this kind of a woman
My pick-up line to you
Back when those lines were common
So much has changed with time
but one thing stays the same

Chorus:
Your still one hell of a woman
A woman from hell sometimes too
Your still one hell of a woman
And I'm one hell of a man, thanks to you

V2:
We had our ups and downs
Quite rough at times with each other
Somehow we made it through
Just as good as the others
So much has changed with time
But one thing stays the same

Chorus:
Your still one hell of a woman
A woman from hell sometimes too
Your still one hell of a woman
And I'm one hell of a man, thanks to you

Bridge:
Although your days now seem numbered,
Your mind appears even stronger and sharper
I would have lost myself to darkness
but your clear brown eyes keeps me sane

Chorus:
Your still one hell of a woman
A woman from hell sometimes too
Your still one hell of a woman
And I'm one hell of a man, thank you!

One Hell Of A Woman

One Hell of a Woman

Klangmoebel-Soundtracks, Vol. 4: Harry

Polarity Switch

"So Damn Lonely" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a stark, unvarnished piece that stretches across six minutes of near-painful intimacy. Armed with nothing more than an acoustic guitar and a raw, exposed vocal, the track leans into its own emptiness, letting the spaces between the notes speak as loudly as the words themselves. It's a slow, heavy exhale — fragile, stubborn, and unflinchingly honest.

So Damn Lonely by These Guitars Say Sorry

lament for the famous lost tree of the sycamore gap

sycamore tree

Bahama.
Bahama.
When you're trying to escape from who you are.
When you're chasing any feeling that might throw.
When you're running down the white lines to your goal.

And you should you hear a whistle in the trees.
Do not follow blindly. Hide your fears. 
And should there be a crow at the window.
The dead have nothing to teach us now, you know.
Just let it go.

Bahama.
Bahama.
When the sunlight peirces into your stars.
When you can't escape the morning of the soul.
When you can not remove yourself from the whole.
Just let it go.

Should you go a walking in the trees.
Be careful not to show them any fear.
And it might be a crow at your window.
The Dead have nothing to teach us, so let go.
Just let it go

Bahama

this track is a no-time trip. in between the nothingness. enjoy the toy. POM

this is it!!!

™3rd eye access granted, you've now become enchanted
above and below the structure shows
infinite digits of pi
endless reasons to why we exist
10k digits at a. time, sacred geometry defines- we exist
the deeper within we reach inside
releasing our veil, 3rd eye pried
life realized 
its open were scoping next level from hoping 
releasing our veil 3rd eye pried

dont ask me what matters when what matters is what matters to you
your perception your view
your perspective of the universe
3rd eye access granted, you've now become enchanted™

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





Bahama

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