Take me away from this place
Take me away from the stink and decay
Take me away from this broken-down world and the whole human race

Take me away from this place
take me away from the smog covered skies
take me where it doesn’t matter that all that were telling is lies

Why do I feel like I’m losing my mind
Losing my mind losing my mind
Why do I feel like I’m losing my mind
I’m evolving 
it’s the future

Where I don’t need money 
I don’t need clothes 
I don’t need furniture 
I don’t need shoes
Where we are going we’ll have nothing to lose 
nothing to lose
nothing to lose

We can live in a virtual house
Built out of pixels on virtual land
I’ll meet with you there and I’ll hold your hand
I’ll meet with you there and I’ll hold your hand
We won’t have legs, but we won’t need them there
Here in the metaverse we float through the air
Forget all the things that we’ve left behind 
Forget that you feel like you’re losing you’re mind losing your mind losing your mind
Forget that you feel like you’re losing you’re mind losing your mind losing your mind
I’m evolving
It’s the future

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Mix and master by beatsedit.com

Nothing To Lose

A commodity you sold.
For an act that's gotten old.
A mask that lays discarded in the dark.
A point made that clean missed the mark.
A fragment of a word,
or a story you misheard.
Filled your pockets to the trim with all their mould.
Ignoring the rich fields of gold. 

I know that you don't really care.
I know my faults.
I know that you don't listen in.
I took too long to begin.
Written off.

A momentary lapse,
To behaviours of the past.
Pay the ferryman with coins that you had stole.
A pointless collector of souls.
A phoney masquerade,
A throw off to the shade.
Your tactics are excused now, on the whole.
Felt rung out and wrought by the goal.

I know that you're not really there.
It's just a jolt.
I know that rivalry's a thing.
A simple tune to sing.
From the vault.

I know there's wastelands and a king.
I know the job.
I know there's Snakes and everything.
I caught a glimpse.
Only a glance.
Aside: "Perchance!"
So I've no chance,
With all you Snakes.
So I'm away.

The ringing of the bell.
Won't shake you from the spell.
A payment you have pending from the dole.
A vessel to fill up with coal. 
An unheeded warning.
Before the anger has set in.
The centre that is struggling to hold. 
A vector for lies that are old.

I know that charm can often hide.
A selfish grin.
We've all been taken for a ride.
To hell we go.
In a handcart.
We made a start.
Usual ride.
A dagger in the side.
Misses the heart.


More Snakes

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

As we mourn the loss of a great city, the rebuilding starts.

Rebuilding the City

Rebuilding The City

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Evolving from past mistakes, isolation from society, current crazy worldly affairs.

All songs written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Drastic Measures

Color me your lies

Learning From My Mistakes

04 Dark Chocolate

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Ecstacy (Slowed) (Suicidal-Idol Acoustic Cover)

Earth Patriot - 99 Traces ( Duck and Run )
Edward Snowden + Prisoner of War ...

they are behind you
cause you put out the truth
did you make sure
not to leave any traces?

and now you shake hands
with those guys from russia
you`re not that good friends
but they give you cover


"the fact that #russia wanted to #handover #snowden (, as IF he was not a Thoughtfull feeeling person ,) means that he NEVER worked for them, russians before nor after."

dealing out hands / counting out time

99 traces ( duck and run )

99 traces ( Duck and Run )

My New Music "Clear Clouds" From My New EP "Versions of the Clouds".

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Versions of the Clouds

Clear Clouds

SAMUEL YURI - Clear Clouds (Official Version)

I have all that I want
Says the man who's sure
He really has everything
There really is no doubt
That something when I shout
It is heard and seen
I'm not what I seem

But call on him to work
And soon he cries 
That life is a Taskmaster
He has familiar quirks
But nothing irks him more
Than his life is faster
Life is faster

Realize your wants
And soon you'll find
That you don't need anything
All your cares and doubts
You'll find yourself without them
And then you'll see
You're not what you seem

But call on me to work
And soon I cry
That life is a Taskmaster
I have familiar quirks
But nothing irks me more
Than my life is faster
Life is faster

I have all that I want
Says the man who's sure
He really has everything
There really is no doubt
That something when I shout
It is heard and seen
I'm not what I seem

But call on me to work
And all I cry
That life is a Taskmaster
I'll cast them all aside
And on that change I'll ride
For my life is faster
Life is faster

Taskmaster

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