I'll Give My Pain  (Maxter)

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
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Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

I saw them argue over coffee
Steam forming secret shapes
She laughed at something small and lofty
He reached, then fixed his sleeve in haste

Rain dropped one perfect tear
I almost caught it in my case
Their shadows leaned until they neared
A crime they forgot to embrace

He looked right at her and said
"That's not really you"
And God help her
She hoped it was true

He'd chased the edge of every map
Collecting stamps, abandoned rooms
But she smiled
And just like that
The ground felt...
Nice
It bloomed

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without a violin-playing goat
Without something real and tender
No one can name or quote
It's a string fraying mid-song
A bow that forgets its place
A note that stays too long
And still finds its grace

The wind heckled
Coins chimed in the case
He looked ridiculous 
In the shivering rain
And she knew
She wanted ridiculous too

I kept the melody clean and slow
They kept their tempers, let them strain
They learned to bruise without retreating
I learned their silence had a grain

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without the risk of being wrong
Without someone who keeps your silence
Like it belongs in the song
It's a vow spoken sideways
A chord that won't resolve
A goat still bowing at midnight
While the rest of the world dissolves

I only play on Tuesdays
And sometimes Wednesdays too
Tonight, I played for them
Tonight... they nearly knew

The Goat Plays On

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Bit of a disclaimer... I can't speak or understand Spanish, I just Google translated my lyrics until it sounded alright. So apologies if it's all total nonsense. Just basically for a bit of a laugh and to mix it up a bit because I was playing a nylon string guitar.


LYRICS 

Caminando en sombras del amanecer,
el viento susurra lo que fue ayer,
mis pasos vacíos no tienen control,
la luz se esconde tras el farol,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Las estrellas caen en su prisión,
brillan un segundo, luego son dolor,
la noche se traga cada emoción,
grita el silencio sin redención,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Promesas rotas flotan en el mar,
sin rumbo fijo, sin un hogar,
el alma tiembla sin dirección,
perdida en su propia confusión
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Translation (Google)

Walking in the shadows of dawn,
the wind whispers what was yesterday,
my empty steps have no control,
the light hides behind the lantern,
the black sky will never see the sun.

The stars fall into their prison,
they shine for a second, then they are pain,
the night swallows every emotion,
the silence screams without redemption,
the black sky will never see the sun.

Broken promises float in the sea,
without a fixed course, without a home,
the soul trembles without direction,
lost in its own confusion
the black sky will never see the sun.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
The black sky will never see the sun.

El cielo negro

The Number

Werewolf

Where has my city gone?
Where is my trip in the sun?
Wait, should I have begun?
Got to leave where you're from?

Where is my fantasy?
Where is my hope for much more?
Take your false sliding doors.
I'll hold out for some more.

Out of the valley, alone, into hinterland frozen.
Oh, my arms are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Off with my head.
As the sun passes over the trees.
I'll ride on the in breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where are my city streets?
Where is my blanket for cold?
One day I will be old.
And, I doubt that I'll know.

What can I say?
I'm just drifting around in the sea.
No ideas to seed.
In the absence of need.

Out of the valley, away, into hinterland broken.
All my alms for the poor.
My horizon is sure.
Off with my head.
Down the river; 
Flows on with the leas.
I'll ride on in the breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where is my chandelier?
Who'll meet my consumer needs?
An all consuming greed.
All replete with the weeds.

Where is my parquet floor?
What's a designer for?
Me?
Whilst a-wandering free.
I won't move from this tree.

Out of the valley below into hinterlands frozen.
Oh, my eyes are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Out of my head, as the sun passes over the trees.
Riding on the in breeze.
My horizon is free.

Hinterland

Caving In (Studio Version) – Eileen Noise
A raw dark-grunge track, heavy and distorted, carrying all the weight of frustration and chaos. This is the full-band version, born to sound rough, loud, and unapologetic.

But sometimes, when the noise fades, the song reveals a different face…
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Singer Sophie

[Verse]
The mirror cracks
I don’t even flinch
Shadows crawl where the light won’t pinch
My head’s a cage
No lock
No key
Who’s this ghost that’s haunting me

[Prechorus]
I scream at the silence
It just laughs back

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

[Verse 2]
The clock spins slow
Then stops dead cold
Minutes feel like years I’ve sold
Rain falls inside
The roof won’t hold
My soul feels rusted
My heart’s been sold

[Prechorus]
I claw at the surface
But it crumbles away
[guitar solo]

[Chorus]
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
Walls made of whispers
I can’t win
I’m caving in
I’m caving in
The fight is gone
I can’t begin

Caving in

I gave A.I. an ancient text from the Nag Hammadi gospels, known as The Thunder, Perfect Mind, which is sung by the Divine Feminine,  and I must admit to being mightily impressed with what it came back with. I just had fun with harmonising extra vocals and choirs; and big thanks to @APi_ZZ for making the cover. 

[The Nag Hammadi gospels are so called because they were buried by Gnostic Christians in the 1st century in a cave in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in order to avoid the bonfires of the patriarchal Roman church censors who compiled the New Testament as we know it today.]

[Intro]
In the beginning
Was the word

[Verse 1]
I am the first
Before time
Something stirs
Deep inside
Water moves
Without wind

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Verse 2]  
Darkness knew me
Light feared me
Split in two
Made complete
Body breaks
Spirit soars
Can't divide

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Bridge]
Neither male
Nor female
Both and none
Mystery breathes
Through my bones
Ancient truth
In new skin

[Verse 3]
They wrote books
To hide me
But I rise
Through the cracks
Dust to light
Flesh to song
Can't contain

[Final Chorus]
She who was
She who is
She who comes
Hidden light
Sacred fire
Burning bright
I remember
I remember
Everything

[Outro]
In the beginning
In the end
She

Still, not all the way happy with the top end of this one. But I'll get it. Thanks, fam, for all your support. I'm so grateful, AP 💯👊🏾🫵🏾

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