So smooth and sweet, what a wonderful sound.  This is a great one.  Love the overlapping layering of vocals.  Just gorgeous

7 o'clock in the morning with an ocean of tears
we should have been pretty, but reality mourned
shadows growing on the back of the door

Words hurled like daggers projecting fears
shredding eachother into million pieces
Scars of misunderstanding formed

A silent tension camouflaged a deadly minefield
Polluting our judgements of right and wrong
even the time feared to move along

still 7 o'clock hope fled the dreaded battlefield
we're craving for love, but affection is gone
we're stuck in this place for far too long

so what's the point of our constant fight
we got burned so many times
so much pressure, so much anger
we shouldn't be allowed
so farewell to the love we knew,
And the time has come to face our crimes
let me fade away
let me be another face in the crowd

severly damaged, i need a place to retreat
searching for silence to ease and calm down
figuring out why my mind has doubts

strong fears and worries of being incomplete
are drowning my soul in a sea of sadness
but is our love worth so many downs

finally found the strength to mend my heart's mistake
I broke the chain that kept my mind in minor
putting my scattered pieces back together

draining my sea of sadness before it's too late
having loved, but now we're done
it's okay to let go of each other

so what's the point of our constant fight
we got burned so many times
so much pressure, so much anger
we shouldn't be allowed
so farewell to the love we knew,
And the time has come to face our crimes
let me fade away
let me be another face in the crowd


Another Face In The Crowd (piano version)

First

EL AGAVE

https://youtu.be/QF6gWORmcvw

"Y así va a pasar ora na'má, na'má.
Uhh no le hace sí, yo como, yo soy de allí,
na'más yo me sacarron, me corrieron".

Veta de agua,
sombra negra, serena,
al fundirse, la llama nace y vibra:
el agave.

Grieta de tierra,
flora seca, desierta,
al fluirse el fuego crece y silba:
el agave.

Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac 
Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

El agave

El Agave

First recorded in October 2023.
From the EP The Mist.

It's a song about turning 41.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

As forty one summers flew by. 
Damn your age and the blink of your eye.
As all presumed miscreance followed by recompence.
Now. 
You're half done.

The pretender who should have been king.
The same man who could not do a thing for himself.
Or others, not following? 
Hard pills to swallow in life.
What a world.

Look... it's boredom or love on the rocks.
There's no way to avoid aftershocks.
It's either earth shattering, else its a tiny bit... dull.
Choose your girl.

The fantasy life of your mind, 
Can only replace certain parts of the world.
We all have to live in it, hard to find give in it.
Relax.
Have a whirl.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like we've still got the time.
I remember sixteen.
Seems like yesterday, right?

Was there much money where you grew up?
Were there many reasons to aim up?
Was there bread in the bread bin and laughter and music and songs?
Sing alongs?

Were your twenties a wonderful time? 
Or did you spend it trying to make sense of the world.
A drunken, embittering, withering, dallying, fool.
What a world.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Now we're all on the slide.
Do you remember sixteen?
Bet you had quite the time.

What has become?
Face the rising sun.

What has become?

Much more to come.
Face the rising sun.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like your right at my side.
I remember sixteen.
It was yesterday, right.

Down we go.
Down deeper we go.

Forty One [2024 Remaster]

First recorded in February 2023.
From the album After Bar Sinister.

It's a song about depression.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh dear, what can the matter be.
From the outside of it all.
Oh dear, all that you'll ever be. 
On the outside of it all.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Oh dear, what can the matter be.
On the outside of the wall.
oh dear, all that you want to be. 
On the outside of it all.

Mr. Jones, won't you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr. Jones, we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think we've made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest, we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider [2024 Remaster]

First recorded in July 2023.
From the album Sponges.

It's a song about insomnia, which is apparently going to be a lifelong obsession of mine, mores the pity.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

Zopiclone, Mirtazapine.
My waking dream, my reverie in blue.

Like a massive dose of benzadrine.
Just shaking, I can never dream with you.

After some broken sleep, I'm laid awake.
I'm choked, on thoughts of all the days that's done.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil on my left side.
Says the morning I can't hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

It's the early hours I lay alone.
My empty face lit by my mobile phone.

I can not rest, can't concentrate.
The wastelands in my mind, let a weary moan.

Like a dead beat ghostman of the night.
I wander around, unfeeling and alone.

Oh, I'm haunted by the ghosts in the night.
And the angel on my right side.
Creates a moribund eventide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
And I'm so cold. 

These wasted hours I can only share.
With the pillow flowing with your golden hair.

These wasted nights that do not care.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

The drugs don't work im still awake,
Not ready for another day. I'm through.

Oh, lay me down before I shake.
A nervous twitch, a reverie of you. 

Like a boxed up jack, I must escape.
From this silence, though, I crave it just like you.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches till the dawn.
And my soul is frayed and torn.
My eyes are red and wired.
Oh, lord, I'm just so tired,
What can I...

...Wasted words I only share, 
with the power flowing through your golden hair.

These wasted years I got nowhere.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil of my left side.
Says the morning cannot hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

Sitting in the clover, red rover, red rover.
The ghost of the night is asleep in the clover.

Bring me up a champion and fetch your sister over.
We can sleep here with the ghosts of the night. 
Bring me forth some water and pockets of mumbles.
We can hold court with the king of the night.

Ghostman of the Night [2024 Remaster]


Lyrics:

You’re gonna break up just a little bit   (improvised)
You’re gonna take it and run far far away
And when the time comes you never know when  it comes
You’ll be ready like it’s the end of days 
It’s a bluesy little ditty on the south side of town (artistic freedom. I don’t know anyone that lives down the south side of town)
And let’s turn all your frowns upside the hell down 
We’ve got the ocean deep in our minds
So the desert don’t faze us with its sands and lines 
Chorus: (You can sing the You had me at hello part)
You had me. You had me at hello       (Jerry Maguire but I prefer Roy Kent reference)
You had me. You had me at hello           
She said gentle with my black hair.         (True hook up story. Based on fact)
She said Gentle. I’m a little scared
Take me down to the river bed where I’ma be free. (Hell yeah)
And I got no reservations about the restaurant at 3. (At dorsia) (American Psycho reference)
No need for make up darling you can be bold. (Women all over the world be like, “hell no.”
One thousand arrows couldn’t blot our sun     (300 referenceYou had me at hello        
With the raindrops falling down your long black hair
 And I am sold
To the bidder with the clear doe eyes (true story. I was a senior in high school and auctioned off. I was alerted by some giggling girls in grade 10 that my gf had paid the highest price. Memoirs of a geisha indeed. Which makes me Gong Li geisha)
May you be ready
For an avalanche of things I’ll do for you (like what)   (the adlibs are taking the piss out of the incredibly romantic lyrics)
Clearly I have made my mistakes  (what mistakes) 
But I’ll be here for you            Verse 2
Oh what a drag. I’m sighing down your chest (this came before the movie quote before it which I thought tied the room together nicely. I’m not really a huge fan of huge bosoms but it…rhymes)
Pulling at your dress 
Oh she said yes, to twister after the date , a hell of a mess. (True story. Why else would I buy Twister?)
It’s a pulpy little fiction where we go around (Pulp Fiction reference)
And Heath still plays my favorite clown (heath ledger reference)
We’ve got the movies stuck in our minds
So the scenes don’t faze us when we lose our lines
You are my lover
You are my queen
You are my lover
Queen of everything

I swear. I will be ready
I Swear. I’ll see this to the end.




You Had Me (Feat. Herfsen)

2024 11 18 Song 1020

Voice
Kevin (Synthesizer V)

Lyrics
Lyrics created in collaboration with an AI assistant

Alone (feat. Kevin)

DESTINY FRAMED OUR DAYS OF PASSION

I've always been impressed by folk songs (and some country  I guess) that are the farewells of condemned characters, or confessionals of those sentenced to deportation or to the gallows... thought I'd have a go at a new one...

Rotten At The Core

Viens au Père qui t'appelle • Aujourd'hui, viens à Lui

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





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