Let Him Out

Pretty soon things will come undone
Despite the bounty we have won

Silver Screen

Here's a little track that I needed to quickly complete before another looming project — hence its title!

Background image by Barbara A Lane on Pixabay: https://bit.ly/3PHiNz0

Ahead of Time

Only small bits emerge from the mist.
Where's the mind been hit? years of insanity.
The best ones have only good intentions.
But they're not strong. Curse your humanity.
A loud sound from somewhere within you.
It's not allowed, a strain on the sinew.
A burden and you're a latecomer.
A silence crept right in among us.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks.
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist castaway now, for better or worse.

A stormy horizon.
May offer some truth.
An escape from the silence,
A room with a roof.
A glint in the corner of any minds eye.
But no, somethings missing, it's all been a lie.

Oh we fall out, the cloudy abyss.
Trudging wet legs, down from the mist.
Hang your ceiling, spongy wet moss.
Girl I'm no fool,  no one's my boss.
No good longing, life passes by.
Some weeks turn to years, we all use our eyes.
A plain daunting, return to a home.
To seek more time, stuck out alone.

A seat where you sit,
and just stare into space.
A friend that's gone missing.
You must have a case.
The tacit acceptance of any old lie.
The mist can appear in the blink of an eye.

The dragon's they drew, on the edges of the maps.
Who refused to submit? Who refused what they lacked?
The laughs of the sailors who'd been there before.
A knife in The Temple, you know what's in store.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
On the road.

Down we go.
Down we go.
On we go.
Down the road.

Only some bits, emerge from the mist.
As your mind flits, back into sanity.
The worst things, happen to people.
Forget your middle class apathy.
See you, I know what you're thinking.
Not clever, what's with the drinking?
A mean look, in your minds eye.
The years roll, life passed you by.

The throne where they sit.
And your dealings with it.
A house is just bricks,
And a homes there to split.
A family can be both a blessing and curse.
In the mist, castaway now, for better or worse.

The small bits, that emerge from the mist.
The mind takes its hits, proof or profanity.
The best one, only good intentions.
But not strong, curse my humanity.
A quiet voice from somewhere within you.
Say's no more. not what I'm into.
No burden, forge into winter.
The mist rolls. The mist that you enter.


The Mist

The Great Awakening

Thank you for all the love you guys, here's the next one.

Subliminally Sublime

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Key Of Creation

The track is inspired by the mysterious case of the so called Isdal woman.

Isdal

offizieller beitrag zur compilation: 40 jahre münchener freiheit

yamaha ry-30 drum computer - 1 vikomt bass - 1 golden ton strat (delay)
all instruments + vocals by Kolkhorst

seven us music 2022
zyx music 2022
kolkhorst 2021/2023

the original:

℗ 1992 Sony Music Entertainment (Germany) GmbH

Released on: 1992-10-12

Lyricist, Producer: Stefan Zauner

1000 augen

1000 augen (40 jahre tribute to münchener freiheit official)

House of the rising sun.

I’ve never been there, but I’d like to one day.
Northwest of Dijon, not too far away.
A quiet French village called Conflandey.

I never learned to parlez voux Francais.
Prob’ly speak French there, you know what they say.
When you’re in Rome, it’s not Conflandey.

And I never meant to hurt you.
I only wanted things to just stay like they were.
I’m no bed of roses, and everyone knows it, and I don’t suppose you’d stay
In Conflandey.

I’d be a farm hand, bring in the hay.
You’d stay at home and watch the kids play.
I think they’d like us in Conflandey.

And I never meant to hurt you.
I only wanted things to just stay like they were.
I’m no bed of roses, and everyone knows it, and I don’t suppose you’d stay
In Conflandey.

Conflandey

This is one of my softer songs, meant to be sung in front of an audience.  I wrote it when I was 18 years old, and recorded it 6 years later.

Copyright 1984
Remastered 2021

My Main Channel:
http://www.youtube.com/user/SnyderRon

This song was recorded in 11 hours on a 4-track recorder in Sept/Oct 1984,

When I Met You

Ron Snyder - When I Met You (1984)

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The Mist

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