You walk me on through the border
I need you to say
I need you to call
I’m lonely tonight

Like a mime treading a liminal patch
Of grimy hair; as it screws, it cuts
In men she’d mend her agony today

Broke your leg by your shoe
Two were set to the night
To look on pantomimes
No Law
For Mother
You’re just to be quoted
For Mother
I’d have in arm; do flips
Oh Brother, do you see?
“Oh don’t ask me.”
I love her
I’ll dump
A river of beers

ミッシーガール - Mutter

In your eyes I’ve been a foggy pain
Because I plant my wish back there
Tu sune i mi; comme e ma muey la nani demecher
In the cool black sun, you’re passionate grey
You knew they’ll log your mind
In the leafless yield, voyeur needs a coat
The styles that bade you mine

Shoes cussin’ at me
Eye fat cussin’ everything
What’s a trauma to you?
Thistle gankin’ all down my crack
She’s closer to a bussy view
Soulsy Sal under you

Muddy on my putties
Your estrus I will sing
Muddy on a prom night often seen
You see me seemin’ in lucky jeans
The heat’s around gussy V
The heat’s all on you

Atrocity of the naughty moon
Cancel out, then it’s evil, any sun
It’s all of/by a girl

ミッシーガール - Soulsy Sal

Pack your lovin’ slacks
It’s cool God sent two bags
Fault though they bear no black
Evicting the bird, no sass

I choose to dance between stars
I choose to go where some heat is

Misato back from hell
Locked up or she would blow
Couple turns to blood
Soon Daddy’s friend came down
Thinkin’ she won my heart
Good boy, noble dark

I choose to gather dream stars
I choose to dull it even
There’s something
We don’t choose to dance

In the strand lay the Abbot
I can’t go, sadly
Our gap floweth here:
Sew our being for rhythms

I’ll fear and I’ll marry
I’ll soon win some lovin’
Fear of slaying a rabbit
With shirt turned to mammon
Anew they are touchin’
Spy you their star?

Your child’s twice bound up fish for shine
Drink you now your fare
While sunning fair
I summon their faces
Cold king in bed, what say you?

Ooh wrecking ball
Whisper sere
Canceled bare, her nerve fades here
I’ll see you lit
In the fire pit
You’re such a wit
I’ll come for a stint
Make a mint
Payout and call
Do you accept it?
You’re my deep blue seer

ミッシーガール - Folk

Yer divided
Too weak to tell
I asked who we do
Oh
I asked who we do
For a square?

I’m the ugly type too
Hot shit all up and down
You’re so lavender meaty
Well, well, guy
You’re flyin’, I’m cryin’

Words are chattel
Time tattled
Just like I sing at the moon, right?
We’re not here to have a battle
In fact, I’ve got nothing

One kiss to free you
Now dig down in
My bitter butterfly
And cream
New come on my muff

ミッシーガール - Whale

Huzzah! The lo-fi pessimist Markus Hauptmann barges onto the dance floor, ready to shake whatever fuzz he’s got left. A rattling lo-fi groove with no delays, no disclaimers, no way to dodge it. A pop song built on ups and downs, smiles and frowns, minor sighs and major highs in any kind of weather. There are no bad conditions—just leather vests on stubborn chests—when you’ve got a proper banger built to swing and sting.

But really, Markus is doing what he always does. He writes and records at home in Ersnäs, where the hiss, the echo, and the room itself shape the sound. Simple lo-fi where the mic catches the real before it chases the ideal. His voice stacks dream on dream; his guitar is percussion, orchestra and crooked compass all at once—steady as a row of birch trees in the fog of an uncertain autumn.

Lately, the rhythm has claimed even more space: hollowed-out grooves on lacquered wood, quick takes thrown on top of each other until something unexpected starts breathing. And in the middle of it all, Markus keeps carving out small, crystal-clear landscapes you can happily get lost in. Music that becomes an extension of the room, the time, and the hands that made it happen.

Allt som han borde

Alyssa age 12 and Hailey age 7

It's something you see through your curtains
Sun strokes slice silently your room
Far from the way you used to feel
As if sun waves became your doom
He's here again
It's here again

And after a while it tends to slip away 
And you go back to whatever's your own
You track it down and it's still breathing
But then she starts to cry
There's no difference 
With the signal gone
Yeah she lost the sense
And Rebecca grows up
Dísa stayed at home
And I'm stuck up here
Birds turn to stone

Your pulse creates both wounds and wonder
Why bother already immune
Next time the absence makes you ponder
Then maybe you don't have to hear the summertune

Mary had a hunch
By the riverside
Did I go away
To lose and hide
Every summer will end
In a sorrowful way
Very soon it'll be dawn
And nothing much to say

It's something you see through your curtains
It just came here to go away.

Summertune

A little tribute to The Penguin Cafe Orchestra…well at least it’s got a ukelele on it…

Penguin Party

This song is about the kind of memories that stay with you forever — the summers that feel warmer because of who you spent them with. “Where Summer Lies” means a lot to me, and I hope it makes you feel something too.

Where Summer Lies

my version of "And I Love Her" by The Beatles. part of "PARALLAX"

Parallax

And I Love Him

Independent digital record label. New dreampop from Missy Girl, The End Times, and Death-Chan, in addition to other Context Eidolon releases.

i post unreleased VHS Angel songs here (im VHS Angel)

Music with heart and soul and laughter.  Prolife Photo credit: Omar Figueroa Turcios is a renowned Colombian illustrator and caricaturist.

Hi! Welcome to my Soundcloud page! I’ve been writing songs since the 1970s, but here is a selection of tracks mainly from 2000 on… Hope you find something to enjoy and even relate to here… all tracks are free to download. All the best, Al

I used to use this place to post funny covers of songs. Now I started putting some of my own self-made tracks here. I am shocked to see people listening to my strange noises, but, yeah, it's lovely. Right now I'm posting older tracks because Im busy painting. But we'll see what happens later in the summer, k muffy-tuffy?

New tracks tagged #Home Recording