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Cover of one of the greatest songs of the last decade - "This Thing" from the Belgian Band Mooneye.

This Thing (Mooneye Cover)

I see myself as the darkness
You see your self as the light, its
You just a bitch i cant lie, its
I know how you get when you die, its
I know how you get when you die, its

I'm feelin myself I cant help it
I feel like I'm just getting selfish
I'm putting my heart in a furnace
I'm breathing but its just not workin'

title track

Hoosier Pipedreams


I think they're trying to kill billions of us off or fucking summat.
There's certainly something vital happening, 
that were not been told about. 

And I don't know who they means. 
They're hidden behind screens.
Perhaps it's an A.I. a  sattelite in the sky.
Who's in control. 

It makes no sense, 
they've never give a single fuck about us. (Before)
But suddenly the health of you and me is the most important thing? 

Perhaps the algorithm's worked out. That we're all achieving nowt.
And that the earth could breathe happy.
If the people weren't so free, 
and much more dead. 

Or it could be China waging war? 
but not going all ballistic, 
They made this virus to get rid,
of all us wasteful Western twats. 

Oh I wish that things could be, 
as easy as they seemed.
On telly in the past, 
but the apogee has passed,
In 69. 

Or perhaps the USSR and USA
are back to cold war bullshit.
Instead of racing up to space they're racing to,
the bottom of a the pile.
They used to have a dream. (I had one)
But now it seems obscene. (about dogs)
To hope any such things, (in space)
where would we begin.
I just dont know. 
(anyway I pulled my cock off)

They say its just a vaccine, 
look it's the same as countless others.
Except it don't do nothing and you need,
4 within a year. 

Oh but if you question that. 
You're an ignorant twat.
And the government's making memes,
To match up to this theme.
And tell you so. 
(just fucking buy it)

let us level with ya, 
there's just too many of yas.
But we're gonna solve that problem by charging 5p for a plastic bag.
Cos the world is overfilled,
With cows who shit in feilds. 
So if you want to eat. 
You better forget meat.
Its gone away. 

Let's hope that someday we work out what the fuck is going on here.
and we can turn to people who believed them and say,
I bloody told you so. 

The same who go along with it. 
Who always do the bits.
"I just did as I was told" 
like the nazis did of old.
The stupid twats. 

(whistle a bit)
oh really? (Oh really?)
Yeah, sounds quite likely (quite likely)

Cos they'll let you be Free,
If you make them money,
as if that's what really counts, 
Not happiness amounts,
Or so they say.

If you do as they say,
then you'll be on your way,
all protected by the vax,
but prone to heart attacks.

Yet one day we'll all pay,
With our lives either way.
Theres no escaping it,
Everything is shit. 

Its bad enough to begin. 
Just let us dance and sing.
Let's have our beer and our cigs, 
and let us eat the pigs.
Like yesterday.

Thinking Out Loud

“For all those allergic to felines.” - Benjamin Nix

All music by Benjamin Nix, Performed by Benjamin Nix. Written by Benjamin Nix.

“The Death of Me” was written in love, humility, and appreciation for Dani Ford.  Very Special Thanks to Kahlan Davis and Dani Ford.

Art by Engin Akyurt (Pixabay)

Very Special Thanks to Kahlan Davis and Dani Ford.)

Neverland

Funktastic

L'ennui te prend,
Un rien semblant énervant.
Tu ne sais quoi faire.
Il faudrait, probablement,
Prendre l'air.

La route attend
Impatiemment.
Fin des errements.

Réfléchis bien
A ton destin.
Un jour serein,
L'autre chagrin.

La route attend
Impatiemment.
Fin des errements.

La route

A Life Left Behind

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Touching Lines (Earthshine Part III)

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

El Condor Pasa ("OneTake" Evening Relaxing, inspired by Simon & Garfunkel)

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