Dog - Single by Turbo-Laser

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Klangmoebel-Soundtracks, Vol. 4: Harry

Cease and Desist

Esta composición me llevo el trabajo de tres meses, es una fusión envolvente de emoción y fuerza....La cancion te lleva a un paisaje sonoro cinematográfico y profundo, lleno de matices y texturas orquestales. A esta obra se suma la colaboración especial de Magoelnetcher Illapuwaira en guitarras, aportando un carácter único con su estilo expresivo y evocador. El resultado es una pieza que combina lo clásico con lo contemporáneo, lo etéreo con lo terrenal, llevando al oyente a un viaje sonoro inolvidable.

Symphony of Shadows

A Whiter Shade of Pale [Procol Harum Cover]

"you know, American Jean Le Carre shit.  Steely Dan, but counter-intel."
Vaguely about a guy bouncing around with unique skills for weird niche gov't stuff getting interviewed by a fairly high up yet also obscure administrative-state lady he's decided is a creeper who just let some people go but is embroiled somewhere in the fight between Elon and Trump and the Epstein List not being released yet.

And in that way it's like another chapter after As The Say In England, Allahu Akbahr "it's nice to be in demand but the people i meet are wacko" kind of stuff.  Interesting grist for movie plots i suppose
And perhaps with Jump-Ball For Sodom And Gomorrah it's a loose trilogy? :)
N.B.: "misericord" here is in the archaic sense of a dagger like in dungeons & dragons

Lyrics: 

I heard there was a secret cord
You plug it in and you meet the Lord

From the black art of electricians
We turned to the follies of politicians
And we set our selves to seek within
But ended up scratching our gourds

She explained she was in a mire
Of having to replace a couple of DUI hires
I declined to inquire as to the reason to fire
Her previously shining direct reports

She queried my views on corporate vision
And my leadership style position
Was that my internal stance was rather patrician
I interjected after being asked my favorite vice
That the gap in my resume was 
When i was stepping in the same river twice


I'd won my rather politic argument
But she was butthurt that her rhetoric was outclassed
And then she came back and sassed
People are really pissed
That we don't have the list
It's all the evidence the government amassed
On the guy who was amassing evidence
On people in the government

It seemed these deficient people 
Couldn't afford
To survive this lady's misericord
For being insufficiently on board
So that was how it went

though my answer had to be no
and the interview was a miss
as i got up to go
it was plain as far as i could see
that they should tokenize her demonic energy
and distribute her on the chain as a service
and that conclusion was time well spent

It's A Big Club And You Ain't In It Part II

Sitting by the light,
of the fireside,
A solid rock.
Nagging of cocaine,
eats into your brain,
this all you've got?
Hard to follow through.
Disobey the rules.
You act too cool.
Hard to stay alive.
When you are the night 
You are the fool.

Oh, it's hard to say.
Which the way.
Will win the day.
Just one away.

It's been years since I have thought of you.
It's been years since I became the fool.
Such a fool.

Trying to win the fight.
Between wrong and right.
Another shot.
The insistent call.
of alcohol.
Can be forgot.
But, the persuasive soft claim.
Of the profane.
Takes a lot.
You can feel the drain.
You can slowly fade.
No matter what.

Oh, the soft refrain.
Of your Cocaine.
Gets in my brain.
I'm blown away.

It's been years since I've thought at all of you.
It's been years since I became the fool.
Such a fool.

Find the sunshine, in the borderlands of your heart.
The first clue, the derring-do, of the fool.
Such a fool.
Such a fool.

Such a fool.
Such a fool.

The Fool

It’s conference season.

A stretch of weeks where overcaffeinated academics
drag their minds across time zones
to talk about things they’ve written—
and rewritten sixteen times—
but still haven’t quite said out loud.

They’re excited to present their latest findings.
Terrified of the questions they haven’t prepared for.
The ones that never come—but always might.

They’re scattered, underslept, overstimulated—
and somehow, inspired.

But through it all, one question keeps following them.
Quietly. Persistently.

Not always with malice.
Not always with meaning.
But always asked.

This is Test 6.

The question is:
“Where are you from?”

The answer is:
“It’s complicated.”

Song: Where Are You From?

In this big world, we're always on the move
Changing lands and cultures, chasing dreams to prove
From the East to the West, across the open seas
We build our homes, with roots in different trees

Where are you from? It's complicated!
Born in one place, moved to another
Lived in many lands, called them home
A global life, roots always roam

But then they ask again, "Where are you really from?"
Why are you here? How long will you stay? When will you be gone?
Questions laced with doubt, shadows on my skin
Judged by my accent, and the color of my kin

Where are you from? It's complicated!
Born in one place, moved to another
Lived in many lands, called them home
A global life, roots always roam

Our paths cross and merge, a canvas of light
Every color and culture, making it right
Our children will inherit a world we redefine
Where roots are boundless, crossing every line

Where are you from? It's complicated!
Born in one place, moved to another
Lived in many lands, called them home
A global life, roots always roam

¿De dónde eres? ¡Es complicado!
D'où viens-tu ? C'est compliqué !
Woher kommst du? Es ist kompliziert!
Di dove sei? È complicato!
Nerelisin? Bu karmasik!
Mistä olet kotoisin? Se on monimutkaista!
你从哪里来？这很复杂！
あなたはどこから来ましたか？それは複雑です！
من أين أنت؟ إنه معقد!
आप कहाँ से हैं? यह जटिल है!
מאיפה אתה? זה מסובך!
Unatoka wapi? Ni ngumu!

Where are you from? Does it really matter?
We live in many lands, call them home

Test 6: Where Are You From? (Where Are You From?)

"Jaded" is a stripped-back confessional from These Guitars Say Sorry, driven by nothing more than an acoustic guitar and a weary, emotionally raw vocal. The song unfolds like a private conversation, where resignation meets reflection. With lyrics that cut straight to the bone — “I’m just too old for this” — it explores the weight of experience, disillusionment, and the quiet acceptance that not all questions have answers. The sparse arrangement gives space to every word, allowing the melancholy honesty to linger.

Jaded by These Guitars Say Sorry

Dublin Darlin

King of Kings

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Pale Moonlight

This track was written in loving memory of my wife's sister, who we lost to suicide a few years back. It's a subject no one really wants to discuss but suicide prevention is a very important topic.

Away (Acoustic Version 1)

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The Fool

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