A 90s new man called Stan - The Gorings Mead One (Jagged Jazz re-fix)

Tired of writing lyrics, we used the text of an old Johnny Cash song for this one.

Video: https://youtu.be/EeLcCvJMVYY
Lyrics by June Carter & Merle Kilgore (1963)
Music by Interpret Unbekannt (2022)

Fire (Reimagination of a Johnny Cash Song)

Sénescence

"Fortress" is a short title well suited as a soundtrack, especially with aerial shots. There is a sad atmosphere with a rather powerful style. Orchestral percussion and string are featured here. While a less familiar instrument, the Taishogoto harp, accompanies the piece's opening and end.

Released by Hedd Lone, www.storymusic.io.
Track download, free or commercial sync license: https://bit.ly/39QhPzp

Fortress

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Sleep Piano

2022.12.31:  Now #23 on the Re-Ex Underground Chart!
I mixed a Latin rhythm here with a more modern jazzy style, where the drums and rhythm dominate. I intended this as a fusion music experiment, how did it actually turn out?
Of course, the guitar was not left out!
2022.12.31:  Now #23 on the Re-Ex Underground Chart!

I Am This And That

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The Days

Chucking away.
The time you thought you'd saved up.
Just a lot of descents. 
You're putting off your makeup.
Till they've had their say.
Now you are feeling lonely.
The world turning grey.
They all get a say. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 

The unwritten page.
Your future feeding slowly.
Solely displayed.
So you feel haunted ghostly.
A blanket of rage.
A warming cloth of kindness.
A look of dismay.
A feeling obeyed. 

Can't save a thing.
Not a piece of cake.
It's never yours, it just goes to waste. 

Can't waste a thing.
As it slips away.
No point in waiting for a chosen day. 

Next thing you know.
You've got a ways to go.
But you cannot know.
If you will get a go.
Time can go slow,
But also run away from.
And quickly fade.
A sudden shade. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 



You Can't Take It With You

As the crocuses rise from the ground.
The boots of the wise man still tramping them down.
As the world makes its slow turn around.
An infinite circle just spinning to ground.
Don't be sad that you live by the ocean,
stone throw to the sea. 
Whilst your bodies in infinite motion, 
but how can that be? 

First things first comes the test, got to prove you're the best, just hitch up on your horse and lets go.
'Cause the meltwater flows where the crocuses grow, 'tween the rocks and the stones that don't know. 
That the river has taken its toll.
That the winter is set to move on.
That the boulders that it set to roll.
Will return to the place they belong.

As the crocuses rise in the spring.
The world in a state of bewildered mourning. 
Though most made it through to this dawn.
There is bare earth where once stood a ripe field of corn. 
There's a chill that comes with your devotion, 
an obvious fee.
Like the wind crossing over the ocean,
just naturally.

Crocus

If life's just a short interlude.
'pon which we just briefly intrude. 
If the light is the darkest 'fore dawn.
And the kids didn't ask to be born.
Just a dapple of light through the trees.
Feathers hang on the breeze.

If the world's just an apple in a space.
That the prothets can't put in its place.
It there anything out there or no?
Just a indifferent void that's let go.
Just a ember of fire that briefly transpires and glows. 

If someone comes up with a way.
For us to move forward and say.
Oh, remember when we used to pay.
For the things that were ours anyway  
All is dark and undone, all is pressed up and worn out, okay?

A light that can pierce through in the dark.
The right way to ignite the spark. 
A look from the edge of the sky.
An awkward exchange you let by. 
Sudden kindling of lovers who hated each other for years. 

If life's just a short interlude.
Upon which we just briefly intrude. 
Then as we're not here to stay.
Let's go out and enjoy the day.




[An Interlude]

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