Good music and the voice is a real country voice! well done✨️🎵🎙

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

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[Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

One More Curve Ahead

I Know You're Home

Quick start

This song is another true story inspired by a conversation I had with my astrologer friend @DJShAnkAri. We were talking about my garage sale blues, (Pluto Blocked My Path - 
https://on.soundcloud.com/tywNJmqaPIonULWAFy) and she shared some insights about my chart, mentioning Pluto blocking my path and Uranus striking my Sun. I wrote both songs after that conversation. But what really sparked this song was when she started talking about how humans act like machines without even realizing it. She shared a funny story about her broken refrigerator handle and how she and her son Aurélien would constantly forget it's broken and try to open it the old way.

The song is about being stuck in routines and habits, and how we often act on autopilot without even thinking. It's a relatable story about how we can get caught up in these patterns and struggle to break free. I wrote this song to highlight the humor and frustration in these moments, and to poke fun at ourselves for being so predictable. The song's catchy melody and lyrics are meant to make you laugh and nod your head in recognition, because let's be honest, we've all been there - reaching for that fridge handle and getting a big surprise! 😉 😅🤣😂

*Huge thanks to @DJShAnkAri for the inspiration AGAIN, and for being such a wonderful friend! Your stories and insights always spark something creative in me, and I'm so grateful for our conversations. Love you sis.  🫶❤️🫂😘


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Wake up, shuffle, brush my teeth,
Same old hallway, same two feet.
Coffee, mail, and autopilot stares,
Life’s a dance of broken chairs.
Repetition runs the show,
I'm the star—I barely know.
Reach for the fridge, routine intact...
WHAM! No handle. Cold attack.

[Chorus]
Fridge got me again!
Like a ghost in my hands, I slip and I bend.
Thirty-five times, I curse and pretend—
"I'm not that dumb!" but I'm fooled again.
We’re machines in disguise, with flesh and bones,
Running scripts on auto, in broken homes.
Fridge got me again... yeah, fridge got me again!

[Verse 2]
Aurélien laughs, then takes his turn,
Reaches out—and gets burned.
"Shit! I’m stupid!" echoes loud,
In this household of the programmed crowd.
You don’t know how deep it goes,
Till the fridge handle shows the code.
We move like ghosts in habits tight,
Try to wake, but it's a fight.

[Chorus]
Fridge got me again!
Like muscle memory playing pretend.
Open sesame—but there's no end!
Just a door that won’t bend to my mental trend.
We’re machines with dreams, but the tape still rolls,
On loops and triggers and mindless goals.
Fridge got me again... oh fridge got me again!

[Bridge]
Try to break the loop, I swear I will...
But my hand jumps out, against my will.
No conscious thought, just pure routine—
The ghost of logic, a kitchen scene.
Is it just the fridge or everything?
Are we dancing wires on puppet strings?

[Final Chorus]
Fridge got me again!
Like I’m chasing ghosts with an empty hand.
Laugh, fall back, I can barely stand,
In this tragicomic fridge-mishap land.
We’re machines with love, machines with flaws,
Running ancient scripts with modern claws.
Fridge got me again... yeah, fridge got me again!

[Outro]
"Shit! I’m stupid!"
"No, no… you're just human, kid."


Fridge Got Me Again

So nice that my longtime collaborator friend @dough-factory has returned to SoundCloud after a break of a couple years! This is our first track working together since then and it came together in a really cool way. I was inspired by Ryan's electronic drums and bass to lay down some rhythm guitar as well as a few synth leads. Then he came up with some awesome lyrics/vocals that I think captures the vibe of this piece quite well.

Keep an eye out for more from us, we are thinking of pulling together a whole album or EP over the coming months.

Dive

The Way You Look Tonight" is a song from the film Swing Time that was performed by Fred Astaire and composed by Jerome Kern with lyrics written by Dorothy Fields. It won the Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1936.

With a little help from my friends

Stewart Roberts - guitar
Karen "Kiki" Jackson - vocal

We hope you'll enjoy ☀️

The Way You Look Tonight (Swing Time - Jerome Kern / Dorothy Fields - Kiki, Stu and Rob Jam)

Cool Funky backing track provided by Freddie Edwards ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cs1NwbZp2w
Inspired by the following presentation ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3nwdRIXGjc
POVERTY FOR PROFIT WHORES
You got your section-eight slumlords
Payday loans nobody can afford
IRS tax return skimmers
Corp’rate middleman breadwinners 
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores

CHORUS
They gotcha payin’ more for a low credit score
Get behind on your bills, get charged more
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty for profit whores

Yeah, they’ll get you by any means
They be keepin’ people on kidney machines
Foster children funds stolen by the state
Privatization schemes at your gate
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores, oh

CHORUS
Payin’ more for a low credit score
Get behind on your bills, get charged more
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty for Profit whores

[Music/adlib]

Oh, and the bigger the monopolies grow
The higher food prices go
They gotcha financing groceries at the Walmart checkout
Miss one payment the usury leaves you flat-out
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores

So, when you take a look around the USA
All that poverty is somebody’s payday
And you’re one paycheck from livin’ in your car
Jude stole it all from your, your cookie jar
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores

CHORUS
Gotcha payin’ more for a low credit score
Get behind on your bills, get f*cked more
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty for profit whores

We gotta eat the rich to save the poor 
We gotta eat the rich to save the poor
Needin’ more pitchforks than never before
Gettin’ rich off the poor, poverty for profit whores
Poverty for profit
Poverty for profit whores
Poverty for profit
Poverty for profit whores
Gettin’ rich off the poor
Poverty For Profit Whores.

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved

POVERTY FOR PROFIT WHORES

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Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

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