It's a song about wandering around fields,   surrounded by Cows. There are bits and melodies from two famous songs interpolated into it. One is obvious, I wonder if anyone will notice the other.

LYRICS

You wander around.
Surrounded by cows.
There's a smile on your face, but a danger that you will not ever come down.
You see no way no out.
Intense on the ground.
Searching for something or nothing or one thing, that will get you out. 

You were never around.
You never came down.
The look on her face, put you in your place, oh, its so familiar.
You stare at the cows.
Avoiding the house.
You wander around and around and around, oh you wander around. 

The touch of her hand.
When you first began.
To call her your girl, and to make her your world, oh the memory is similar.
In them days left behind.
There's treasure to find. 
You cannot clear your mind, oh your mind, oh your mind, no you can't clear your mind. 

The shortest of falls.
Just forget it all.
It's not like you made it that high in the first place, just forget it all.
A search for a high.
A wave of goodbye.
If you can only avoid all the cows, oh the cows, oh the cows. 

A letting it go.
A thing you cant know.
A getting the joke after everything else has just gone up in smoke.
You wander around.
You stare at the ground.
What you wanting to find, oh to find, oh to find, what you wanting to find? 

You wander around.
Surrounded by cows.
There's a smile on your face, but a danger that you will not ever come down.
You see no way no out.
In tents on the ground,
Searching for something or nothing or one thing, that will get you out. 

Up above the streets and houses.
Rainbow flying high.
Everyone can see it smiling.
Over the sky.
Paint the whole world with a rainbow.


Cows (Around)

... from this world that left me in distray +

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/hide-away

yesterday
all may troubles seamed so far away
but now
I need a place to hide away
from this world 
that left me in distray

I thought you´d be my place to hide away
from this world that left me in distray


....

recorded with guitars  usually used in heavy metal...
#bcrich

Earth Patriot - I thought you d be my place to hide away

Just some snakes in the grass.
Slithering out in the road as you pass.
Fragments deep in the past.
You move on.

Like a cat in a bag.
Like a young lad on tag.
Like a wrinkled old hag.
Who belongs?

Take me away from it all.
Drag me up out of the squall.

Just a thorn in your side.
A lion sits watching and waiting besides.
Found a good place to hide.
Waiting on.

A teenager acting their age.
Considering things like a bird in a cage.
An empty box filled up with rage.
For no one.

Take me away from it all.
Take me away from the squall.
Take me away by the hand
Take me away from the land.
When we go...

...Sailing, on the sea.
We'll go sailing.
Just you and me.

Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing. 
Just take my hand.

We go sailing on the waves.
We go sailing, feeling brave,
and the warm sun will heat our bones.
As we go sailing, we alone.

Sailing on the sea.
We go sailing. 
Just you and me.
Yeah, we go sailing.
From the land.
Yeah, we'll go sailing.
Just take my hand.

Snakes/Sailing

Bruce Dickingson plays the flute on this track

Living in the shadow of the elder brother. Tragically, brother will remain unequalled for eternity because he died young.

Cellar Aged Wines

Nothing's Perfect

Nothing's Perfect (Brother) (remastered, with In Rags)

#indie #afrobeat #afrofusion #amapiano #pop #africa #jazz #chill #RnB

On champagne

Klangoebel-Soundtracks, Vol. 2: Stranger Atmospheres

Ignore the First

Suaves pistas de jazz para escuchar con amigos en una cena

Sellers

In an unexpected turn of events, a desperate attempt at finding a new home has spiraled into a human catastrophe. An unknown virus from outer space has transformed the crew of the 'Pilgrim' into ravenous zombies. Now adrift in the vast expanse of space, the zombified crew aimlessly roam their spacecraft, driven by an otherworldly urge to feed on alien brains.

Zombies in Space

Memories

Where iron once carved its frozen claim,
we scatter seeds in silenced veins.
A breath reclaims what steel denied,
soft roots emerge, the ground untied.

This land forgets the taste of steel,
the lines that bound, the blades that sealed.
Now quiet fills with woven threads—
we rise where rusted memory bled.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

Where famine etched the earth in lines,
we plant what lives through buried signs.
Soft tendrils trace what scars betray—
an unseen thread, a breath, a sway.

No hands define this endless sprawl,
no map, no mark, no claim at all.
Where silence pooled, new voices breathe,
one vital crust, in strands we weave.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

From rusted veins, soft shoots arise,
old chains dissolve, beneath wide skies.
Through fractured stone, new fibers speak—
a language formed, both fierce and meek.

We cast flowers upon hushed remains, where loss unwinds, where breath sustains.
Each scar, a mark of shared release—
bare earth, bare soul, our quiet peace.
In common ground, we come anew—
each step, a world reformed as true.

Rust and Bloom

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Cows (Around)

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