I really enjoyed this. Great guitar work and a lovely overall feel

another very nice calm song. like the sensitive kind of vocals.

men wonderfull ! its like sittting on a cloud and smoke one...very good! from germany

I'm only really here for the cover art honestly


Sits like a smoking gun.
In the early morning sun.
But a woman's work is never done.
Looking out for number one.

Youre not a crazy diamond you're a cunt.
You've been getting a free lunch.
And living rent free in her head.
With your ashtray by the bed.

Your excuses fade away.
One day you'll have to face up to
It all.

The transparency of your lies.
Its a sub-par cloth disguise.
Its a fucking obvious reprise.
Like the piss stains you try to hide.

Best at the course she's ever seen.
Yet you smell like a brewery.
And you're a novelist? in your dreams!
Blank pages on your screen.

Your excuses fade away.
One day you'll have to face up to
It all.

The reasons that you gave.
On the long phone call to your mate.
A one way ticket to the grave.
Face the facts theres nowt to save.

Your timings don't work out.
You're at least six years out.
You only had to pay your way.
Not cash but in the other ways. 

Your excuses fade away.
One day you'll have to face up to
It all.

Oh, I never touched her face. 
The mating call of a disgrace.
Stealing money from her purse 
Working twelve hours as a nurse.

Youre running out of clout, 
Now you're thirty-nine not out.
Its true we've all seen better days.
Better try some other ways.

Your excuses fade away.
One day you'll have to face up to
It all.

Temps Perdu [E.P]

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Cheers

A party at my brother and sister-in-law's house on April 19, 1986. 

Ron Snyder - Lead Guitar
Joe Storino - Bass
Jim Doyle - Drums
Rob Rodriguez - Drums 

The photo used in this cover is not mine and only being used because of the irony of it. No money is being made from this recording. 

LIVE Whalin' 1986 (Snyder - Storino - Doyle - Rodriguez)

Uma Pequena Dose De Finalidade

Sunday song - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Gods on the way oh just you wait 
just wait and see itll whisk you away 
Gods on the way don’t turn your back 
Oh god is calling your name 
War torn and frayed the battle is waged 
Wicked is one side the other is saved 
Don’t hold your breath you’ll be much better off 
Holding your cross while you’re praying it’s name 
Pray for the ones that you love Pray for the ones that you love

**Pray for your neighbors and all of Your friends** 
               Please God forgive us for all of our sins
                Just like the others I’ve lost everything 
Is this life over, Will I finally sing? A Hymn…. 
                       Will I finally sing? A Hymnnn….

A Hymn

what a tragedy demo

"In der Kälte der Nacht" - ein Lied für Alle, die kein Zuhause haben. Dieser Song entstand, nachdem ich 1994 in Hamburg einem Verkäufer des Straßenmagazins Hinz & Kunzt zugehört hatte. Leider ist das Lied heute immer noch genauso aktuell. - Alles Liebe, Gert
(Video mit Unterstützung von canva.com / Worte & Musik: Gert Holle / Hamburg 1994)- Alles Liebe, Gert 

"In the cold of the night" - a song for everyone who has no home. This song came about after I listened to a salesman from the homeless newspaper Hinz & Kunzt in Hamburg in 1994. Unfortunately, the song is still just as relevant today. - All the best, Gert
(Video supported by canva.com / Words & Music: Gert Holle / Hamburg 1994)- All the best, Gert 

In der Kälte der Nacht

Er steht am Straßenrand - die Zeitung in der Hand -
und fragt Dich: "Kaufen Sie?"
Der Mantel eingesaut, die Haare fettverschmiert -
würdest lieber weiter gehen.
Doch Du bleibst stehen und hörst es Dir an,
was er Dir zu erzählen hat,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT.

Er war einst Ingenieur, der Stress, der fiel ihm schwer,
war oft alleine - Tag und Nacht.
Er spricht von Alkohol, wie ihn das runterzog,
hat ihn fast um den Verstand gebracht.
Du, er hat Dich getroffen und Du hörst es Dir an,
was er Dir zu erzählen hat,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT.
Schicksal tut so weh,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT
sieht die schöne Welt meist anders aus,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT,
wenn man keine Wohnung und keinen Euro mehr hat,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT.

Sagt, dass er 'ne Chance hat mit diesem schönen Blatt
und er bittet: "Kaufen Sie!"
Die Augen sind so leer, ein Lächeln fällt ihm schwer
und er sagt: "Na kommen Sie!?"
Und Du fackelst nicht lange und Du gibst ihm zwei Euro
aus dem dicken Portemonnaie,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT.

Er steht am Straßenrand - zwei Euro in der Hand -
und sagt Dir: "Dankeschön!"
Der Mantel eingesaut, die Haare fettverschmiert,
Du wirst jetzt weiter gehen.
Und Du denkst Dir: "Es ist ja so schlimm, was dieser Mensch erleiden muss,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT."

UND DU DREHST DICH SCHNELL UM UND DU NIMMST IHN MIT NACH HAUS' ZU DIR - FÜR EINE WARME NACHT.

Schicksal tut so weh,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT
sieht die schöne Welt meist anders aus,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT,
wenn man keine Wohnung und keinen Euro mehr hat,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT,
IN DER KÄLTE DER NACHT.

(Text & Musik: Gert Holle / Hamburg Oktober 1994)

In der Kälte der Nacht 2025 - Gert Holle September

Relaxing VR experience:
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Lyrics:

I'm walking with my dog
In between of the trees
The forest is telling me
Stories of life

I'm walking with my dog
In the deepest forest
And the forest is teaching me
About life and death

My dog is playing around
As it would be the most important thing
My dog is walking around
And keeps attention

I'm walking with my dog
In between of the trees
The forest is telling me
Stories of life
Stories of life
Stories of death
Stories of life and death

My dog is coming to me
She is telling me truth
She is balance
With life and death
She is curious
She takes attention
She knows, the only thing is fight

My dog is walking around
Looks around for danger
And... 
She wants to save me 

But there is just life
There is just death
And nothing else 
Between us

I'm walking with my dog
In a mountain called Bükk
I'm walking with my dog
In a mountain called Bükk

And the trees telling me a story
A story....
About life and death...

Walking With My Dog

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