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We run into  Autumn

New songs, that were released in the second half of 2023. Taken from the albums, Sponges and More Sponges. I Am The Walrus [E.P], The Mist [E.P], and also the album Sparks.




2023: Ridden by the Witches of the Night

SpukSchreibMaschine

Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (@a7-recording-studio) 
Produced by Blaž Pavšič

Taking the risk to repeat myself, I am always amazed about the roots and triggers of inspiration in general and in music for me. Sometimes, it’s obvious, sometimes, it’s a mix of a thousands things. In any case, it’s not always easy to identify, but usually funny to recognize! For this song, here are some hints...

Of course, as you can guess from its name, first is the city of Montreux itself… beautifully nestled between steep Alps hills and peaceful lakeside of Lac Leman: local, exotic, relaxing and creative all together.

Then, still talking about this town, less about its landscape and more about its world famous July's Montreux Jazz Festival, it leads to the second inspiration: Deep Purple' Smoke on the Water. Yes, sure, you know the story. If not, you should!

Also, the style of this track has been greatly shaped upon the influence of fabulous @AcuteInflections: yes, I like that "velvety mix of Erykah Badu & Billie Holiday paired with the cool grooves of her 007 on bass" of those 2 New Yorkers!

And finally, regarding 18:20? I'm sure you will figure it out by yourself...

But, still, the path from the initial idea to the song you can hear now was long. The few basic tones crystallized from a small game I do play to warm up my fingers on the guitar, moving it from warming-guitar-tone-exercise to piano/contrabass based track was pretty fun, but it wasn’t enough. Something was missing and there I got help from Blaž Pavšič, who produced the final version of the track, supplementing it with awesome percussion.

Hope you will find the outcome of this collaboration as nice as I do. You better do, as I can promise it's won’t be the only one ;-)

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Montreux 18:20

Martha (1976-2013)

Written in 2003, this song is for Martha Carol.  Martha lost her mother while we were in 5th grade.  We attended Orchard Street School in Fox River Grove.  At the time, the school would host a monthly dance for the Junior High kids.  6th grade came and Martha agreed to be my first girlfriend.  Ten months after her Mom passed, Martha was my date to the Halloween dance.  She arrived with her face painted in a black and white yin & yang, but like a clown, with the white side smiling and the black side frowning.  We all knew the moment we saw her what she trying to convey with her costume; It was a beautifully sad expression of everything she was going through.  She was at the dance but somewhere else entirely that night.  We sat quietly until the inevitable moment when a song came on that ripped the tears from her eyes.  She stood, turned, and ran screaming out of the school.  A few of us chased after and I got to her first.  There she was, standing at the top of a hill, just staring up at the streetlight, enveloped in its glow, and spinning in small circles.  For all the years I knew her after that time she was just never the same.  Martha is gone now, passed a few years back from an illness, but I’ll always have her and that moment in my heart.        

Verse 1
She’s circling the streetlight
Says she sneaks out every night
And that she stares at the stars and cries under moonlight
She says she can’t shake her mind of moments frozen in time
She wants some answers to life and she’ll search herself for nothing more.

Verse 2
She wants to go back in time.
She wants someone else’s life
So she lay on the on floor, oh
And she begs for the pain to subside
She’s just a little girl so lost in this world
Down and out of control, kicked and broken, and she don’t know why.

Verse 3
Says she’d trade it all for better days
God there’s got to be a better way
And she’s so damn scared
But she won’t let it show.
Never again will she be the same
It’s buried to stay, every day is now so alone

Bridge
And then she said.  If you can hear me, can you heal me
If can feel me shaking, can you free me
She says she wished it would rain 
to match this flood of sadness and wash her away
Then a storm rolled in, the clouds as gray as her skin, and when the rain and lightning broke, somehow it gave her hope.

Verse 4
She’s circling the streetlight
Says she sneaks out every night
And that she stares at the stars and prays under moonlight
She wore the face of clown, part smile, part frown
And when the makeup was gone, run free the child down below.
When that storm rolled in, the clouds as gray as her skin, but when the rain and lightning broke, the ghost carried her home.

Martha

Remixed & Remastered 

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Grave (Prod. Microphone Mafia)

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

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Never Be Too Long - Collab w/ Kenna-Rae

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Downtown After Midnight


Zopiclone, Mirtazapine.
My waking dream, my reverie in blue.

Like a massive dose of benzadrine.
Just shaking, I can never dream with you.

After some broken sleep I'm laid awake.
I'm choked, on thoughts of all the days that's done.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil on my left side.
Says the morning I can't hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

It's the early hours I lay alone.
My empty face lit by my mobile phone.

I can not rest, can't concentrate.
The wastelands in my mind, let a weary moan.

Like a dead beat ghostman of the night.
I wander around, unfeeling and alone.

Oh, I'm haunted by the ghosts in the night.
And the angel on my right side.
Creates a moribund eventide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
And I'm so cold. 

These wasted hours I can only share.
With the pillow flowing with your golden hair.

These wasted nights that do not care.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

The drugs don't work im still awake,
Not ready for another day. I'm through.

Oh, lay me down before I shake.
A nervous twitch, a reverie of you. 

Like a boxed up jack, I must escape.
From this silence, though, I crave it just like you.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches till the dawn.
And my soul is frayed and torn.
My eyes are red and wired.
Oh, lord, I'm just so tired,
What can I...

...Wasted words I can only share, 
with the power flowing through your golden hair.

These wasted years I got nowhere.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil of my left side.
Says the morning cannot hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

Sitting in the clover, red rover, red rover.

The ghost of the night is asleep in the clover.

Bring me up a champion and fetch your sister over.
We can sleep here with the ghosts of the night. 
Bring me forth some water and pockets of mumbles.
We can hold court with the king of the night.


Ghostman of the Night

A Miller has no dreams.
He can not hope to see every horse in every stream.
There's no need to spur.
A horse that's travelling, already up to speed.

Look to the stars.
Stare up all you like, but you'll never get that far.
Look to the sky.
You'll never understand. you're never gonna fly.

The kids dont think in dreams.
Taken, locked away, a never-ending scream.
A future made obscene.
Squandered on a stupid capitalist scheme.

The kids don't think at all.
Waiting for the day they're lined against a wall.
A conflict of the mind.
The world of black and white, pointed, erudite.

Look to the stars.
Shine on alkaline, you're just fine as you are.
Look to the sky.
You're never gonna know why the world is passing by.

While the miller told his tale.
The sword of damocles, descending, deft, unfurled.
The trampling of the damned.
Can you hear them fall? a back against a wall.

Look to the stars.
Climb up any height, the distance is too far.
Look to the sky.
Forget it ammonite. It's where they placed the bar.

Chase Thee Not! The Moon

When I was young, 
Could not read the signs.
Could not see behind eyes.
Need to hear things.
What was left for me?

Out on the road.
People let go.
It's not that they know,
Anything you don't.
Wisdom in jest, you see.

Oh! "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.

Mind: Follow me.
We'll stare at these stars.
That's a planet, it's Mars.
Not that you care.
Can't avoid destiny.

Home is a place.
Where you collect things.
To place inside tins.
Until you lose them.
For all eternity.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I put that away.
Girl, you should do too.

There's just you and your own.
All you people are dead to me.

Oh, "when I was a child."
Forget that one. Boy.
Not important to you.

Just a word in your ear.
All you people are dead to me.

A look from out.
The side of an eye.
A moment to spy.
Whats behind them.
However, fleeting.

A silent dig.
Inside of the mind.
Beside enemy's lines.
Nothing to bind them.
Yes, I'll be leaving.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I thought as such.
I was naught but a fool.

I discovered, too late.
Mostly.
People, they are dead to me.

Oh, "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.













All You People Are Dead To Me

We shouldn't have to fight.
The piles of skulls must show it.
Who cares who's really right?
Nobody really knows it.
The road out of this place.
Littered with bones like you and me.
The dreams that floated high.
Same as dreams that sink to ground.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.

A spaceman in the clouds,
knows that he matters nought.
A twinkling in the eye.
Your time has come around.
The bell tolls out for thee.
The bells keep ringing out.
The cowboys and the cows.
Are dust to blow around...,

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

I don't think on the world,
When I'm no longer in it.
and if I try to think on death.
I just can't see much in it.
I do not think of frying pans,
somebody making love to you,
I do not sit and think and about.
All the people waiting to die.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

A Road To Nowhere

Just a small piano melody that came to my mind... hope you enjoy it!

Autumn Sunset

Airy Plucks

Needed Me Too

Circles

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

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I give you love

Nor blanket of kindness, nor blanket of snow.
Covers me whole. Makes no inroads from...
The giant black smoke stack that bellows and blows.
Oh, how it blows. 
Blows out and blows.

Oh, please, oh, please.
Save me, from me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, from being me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
Eloise. Come with me.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise, we could be...
So happy you joined us, though you're rather late.
Honey, please, Set me free.
Now eat everything that we put on your plate.
On my knees, work with me.

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me from just me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, save me, save me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Now I'm walking and talking.
And barely forestalling this breakdown.
Won't come free.
Eloise, in the garden of love.
I walk and I talk.
And say all the words I'm supposed to say now.
Alter me. 
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Some sort of third verse that explains the first two.
Eloise. Follow me?
The storm in your mind can't contain what you do.
Eloise. Follow me?

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, only me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, me, me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.

I'm walking, I'm baulking.
I'm right on the edge of a breakdown.
From the fee.
Eloise. Eloise  Eloise.
I can't walk, and I can't talk.
I can't alter the words that you say now.
Fancy free. 
Eloise. 
In your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise in your garden of love.











Eloise

Regarding your heaven, regarding your fate.
Regarding your love and regardless of hate.
Regardless of them who stand opposite you.
Regardless of me; regardless of whom.

Regarding some potion that magically takes,
any ills or bad omens or demons away.
Regarding your father, regarding the sun.
Regarding the wastelands of what you've become.

Regardless of fortune, regardless of fame.
Who made you my master? Apportioned the blame?
Who gave you the fire? Who gave you the book?
Who tipped you the wink, put me on the hook?

Regardless of mantra, regardless of chi.
The world keeps revolving around you and me.
Regarding much plastic, oh, needlessly things.
We occupy nothing, we hardly begin.

Regarding the dolphins, regarding the trees,
Regarding your worries, about all the bees.
Regarding your woman, regarding a zoo.
Regarding your politics, a who's who of who.

Regarding the rules that you used for your laws.
A con man's statistic that we all ignore.
Regarding a prison, regarding long rope.
Regarding my wishes, regardless of hope.



Regardless

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

“Reach Release” 
This Album has 11 Songs - 4 solo, 6 full band and 1 in-between. A time capsule of where I’ve been the last few years. 

It features Chris Di Bernardo on Drums, Clay Lyons on Saxophone and Tom Dehlinger on Pedal Steel 
(myself on the other instruments). 

Drums Engineered by Skylar W. Nahn
Rest Engineered by Myself 
Solo Tracks Mixed/Mastered by Mike Zirkel
Band Tracks Mixed by Myself 
Full Album Mastered by Bruce Butkovich

Artwork by Ben Spatol

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wrong

Home on the range.
Oh, you got me to thinking.
I've given up the drinking.
A cool wind.
Blew me out with the breeze.
Out toward the...
Blue of the sea.
It's as deep as a mirror.
Captures up your fears.
In fissures.
And brings you back to...
Home on the range.
I'm a black hole just baulking.
At Professor Stephen Hawking.
You bought in.
No one discovered me!
I am just the...
Blue of the sea.
Oh, you got me to talking.
Long enough for longing to creep in.
Almost got to saying that...
You, are not me.
I was ready to back up.
Shortly pick my pack up.
A tautening.
Oh, I'm such a loser over you.

Home on the range.
Dealt me nothing but shoulders.
Cold looks from the boulders of ages.
Judged me by the wages.
You see!
Just can't beat the...
Blue of the sea.
Got me walking on eggshells.
Accused of writing Michelles.
To covet.
It must concern the...
Blue of the sea.
It's just the place where I'm sat at.
So lonely in the laundromat.
Top Hat.
Yeah, I'm just a loser for...
Home on the range.
Final act satisfaction.
An early thirst for action.
Some traction.
Has floated off on the breeze.
And now there's only me.


Home On The Range

"Friday Night Symphony" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a raw, acoustic indie folk track that delves into the gritty reality of weekend chaos fueled by alcohol in urban settings. The song paints a vivid picture of drunken violence, reflecting the harsh scenes witnessed in cities. With its stripped-down sound and honest lyrics, this indie folk anthem captures the stark essence of Friday nights.

Lyrics

Midnight tonight and shadows fall
There'll be blood on the pavement after all
Shattered glass sparkles, street lights fade
Why do all my weekends end this way?

I'll see all you all back here same time next week
If I have to do this one more time I'll weep

I'm sorry I don't recall your name
After a few drinks all girls look the same
At least you were beautiful for a night
I have to say you're not flattered by first light

I'll see all you all back here same time next week
If I have to do this one more time I'll weep

Won't you just sing along
To my drunken symphony
Have a drink or have a fight
It's all the same to me
Won't you just sing along
As we stagger down the street
We only drink so we forget
All that we could have been

Drink up for tomorrow we shall die
Play your cards right
You may breathe your last tonight

The morning hurts I don't want to regret
A hundred things I don't remember yet
We'll see all you all back here same time next week

If I have to do this one more time I'll weep
Sing a Friday night symphony
Then pour another have a drink with me

Friday Night Symphony by UK singer songwriter These Guitars Say Sorry.

POSSIBILITIES EVERYWHERE
Music by Overdrive

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Possibilities Everywhere

You gave me the curse, gave me the curse
Never again, hell can wait

After so many years I forgot your face
But you came knocking rainy night
We were playing with the kids
When that thumping sounded
I told them all to hide
And to hold their breaths
You smelt like death
Your face was hollow
You said you missed me but I'd almost forgotten
I could see the scraps of skin
That were falling from your wings
You tried to plant a kiss
I slammed the door in your face
When I checked back on the kids
They were encased in stone

You gave me the curse, gave me the curse
Never again, hell can wait

I wrapped them in blankets and put them to bed
I threw on my jacket and sheathed a knife
I ran out in the rain and followed her footprints
But they stopped in their tracks
And she was no where to see
And in the moonlight there shone a figure
An angel but skin scaled, shedding and falling
A piece toppled to my feet, I lent down to see it
As I craned my head back, she was blocking all light

You gave me the curse, gave me the curse
Never again, hell can wait
You gave me the curse, gave me the curse
Never again, hell can wait

After so many years I forgot your face
So pale, hair jet black
Your breath's like a succubus, not a god
But I never saw another face
Whose glare had me so entranced
From the shape of your jaw
To the lace of wings
It's like Eden's a person on Earth
And I held your waist
Got lost in your eyes
And put your head on my chest
I felt your heart as it raced then calmed
You tilted your head up, we began to lean in

And I plunged that knife right in your back
Your blood was black, your eyes turned white
You fell to your knees
I never lost grip
And I pulled out the knife
You turned into dust
My love

You gave me the curse, gave me the curse
Never again, hell can wait
You gave me the curse, gave me the curse
Never again, hell can wait

Feather Falls

"El despertar de la flor de un almendro comienza en primavera,
es la amígdala, el veneno, la reina de las rosas,  
una drupa, la vagina, el cairel de una aureola, 
la ciudad, un puñado de almendras y un molusco de mar".

VIDEO OFICIAL: https://youtu.be/7QkgCf9xGqw

ALMENDRA

Estrella, titila, la noche,
tus ojos, diamante, desierto,
almendra, semilla, de otra tierra,
de silencio, cabalgando, que te cubre feroz.

Nubes, manto, antiguo, del cielo,
magma, blanco, tu pecho, abierto,
horizonte, telaraña, humo, blanco,
la garganta del volcán.


CREDITOS:
Sojue Stradac - Símbolos, signos y presentimientos.
KandyCardonac – Fotografía.
Paulino Robles - Portada y Producción de Vídeo #FotoBazarTulancingo.
Carlos Lino - Video, grabado en El Banco, Hidalgo.
Grabado en Enero 2019 y producido en 100 Hertz Home Studio por Sojue Stradac en Enero 2021.

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