One for the Monday morning school bus driver. Play it loud and drown out the screams

Kajati backing vocals and Ivan shreds

you stare at the road like an easter island statue
life drives past but no one salutes you
white knuckle hands grip tight the wheel
don't know what you think
don't know if you feel

can you quit it in the back
can you quit it in the back

you're the solution looking for a problem
you're the solution looking for a problem
you're the solution

you feel that tick
digging in your brain
ever since the accident
things haven't been the same
now you've got purpose
put it in drive
no one's getting outa here
getting out alive

can you quit it in the back
can you quit it in the back

Quit it in the Back

Thanks to Chloe for vocal harmonies

Who are these, their lips curled back
Their intense eyes are down where their intent lies
And the great trees are unmoved as they look up to the sky
Who are these with a vital mercy mission
Their incandescent sparks flashing  rages in the dark
The Sun cares nothing for them, nothing for them.

What single beat knows it's resonance?
What precious heart can stand to be apart?
-      It’s in the endless now
And a breath is just a breath and is all until it’s spent
-      Ever falling down
Delicate blooms reach up, captive by their roots
-      If there’s no way out
Their self fulfilling purpose an insubstantial circus 
-      Then let them slay me now
They are entwined, but they are blind

A View from the Great Trees

V18743

The Other

12/17/2024

What I Want To Tell You

Hiding

Music: Joachim Krömker
Guitars & Synth: Joachim Krömker
Vocals: xian3
Editorial work on Lyrics: xian3
Words by Theodor W. Adorno (1903-1969) in „Philosophy of new music“, 1949
Translation mainly by machine
Cover: AI generated on Dec.31st 2024 at 10:30

Behind The Dam

“The person 
who allows oneself 
to be exuded (poured out)
in weeping 
and a music 
which is no longer like it 
in anything, (in anything)

at the same time 
allows the stream 
of what is not itself 
to flow back 
into it, 
what is not itself 

and what was dammed up 

behind the dam 
of the world of things.”  	

Behind the dam
Behind the dam
Behind the dam

Behind the Dam (feat. xian3)

Better No

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

There we were waiting
As it always seems to be
The evening closing in around us
Distance as far as the eye could see
We held each other tightly
A warning to the insinuating cold
That this here between us
Will become a storied tale of old

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

The snowflakes did their dance
In ringlets and spirals they fell
Forming upon every surface
A cocoon preserving yesterday well
But today was a new day
That projects what lay ahead
So hand slides into hand
And head leans against head

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

It's the burden for time now
To pose its weary questions and try to dispel
Like every union ever made
That had risen before they fell
But make no mistake for this is a special one
Poised and ready to take its stand
To assign itself victorious
And tread the hourglass of sand

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree

We took that arduous journey
That's claimed many a pair
We emerge in the wake of every discord
Undisturbed by avarice or lack of care
The morning sun shines brightly
As the trees stretched to meet the day
We smile as we whisper in each other's ear
The only words we've ever needed to say

Our time is now and before us
Were bound together and will forever be
Two forms under a shady tree
Two forms under a shady tree
____
JS

Two Forms Under A Shady Tree

be like a child

James in full flight with a handwritten prompt and often jumping off stage to dance with the audience. AI gave him an american accent, but you can here his influence in the vocals.

No Love Lost

15 No Love Lost (Joy Division)

The Failed States is a creative project based in an aged care facility in the leafy suburb of Wantirna, Melbourne Australia. 

Initially a recreational outlet, allowing residents to express themselves through music, poetry and sitting still, The Failed States has since taken on a life of it own. 

Anguished songs about other residents' grandchildren being too loud at the table tennis table, or laments of lukewarm, semi-set pudding were gradually replaced by powerful pieces about climate change, urban decay, relationship breakdown and stolen dentures.

There are no permanent members of The Failed States, we live on, as age, petty rivalries, and forgetfulness takes us all.

The Failed States tries to perform in the common room on the second Tuesday of every month, after lunch.

Quit it in the Back

the failed states