So happy this wonderful poetry has been brought to our ears through this magnificent song, beautiful work Carl and William!

that's a special thing to do man, keep that flame, that was passed down to you, active & vibrant.. starting my day with poetry is something you've bought into my life, it's enriching and a great accompanyment to porridge

What a great man , to write such insightful beauty amidst personal and societal shocks . Again my mate you do him proud

@ingo-bremenkamp Thanks a mill Ingo 😊✌🏻🔆

Thanks for revealing this story to SC. Needs to be told. And what a gentle song too. So moving. Really touched me. Thank you so much Carl and also to William for those words.

Another great one carl, Your grandad looks a little like Brendan Behan...if that is a picture of him on the track picture . Johnny

Oh wow, this is fantastic and what a fascinating story behind it!!  👏👏

Dobré ránko 🫖🌝

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

Well  I’m confused about the modern world, am I hero or villain?
Will the things my daddy taught me leave me in a cell just chilling
Well I’m willing to accept the change as long as daddy gets the blame
Cos I don’t even like the name he gave me
Now I don’t deal with stress that well
It should be daddy in this cell
And if he really loved me then he’d save me
I think that’s the size of this modern life , it’s never at my door
And I feign surprise at all the new lies I swear he’s heard before
Daddy tell em , tell em quick , tell em where you heard that shit
Before they nail my nutsacks to the floor
And I’m only 44
Could you please tell em for me that it’s been your reflected glory that I’ve been far too busy basking in
And from your hearts repository maybe rewrite my history
Tell em how much mummy loved her gin
So come on daddy step up and take the blame 
Don’t it break your heart to see me crying again 

Music and lyrics by Shane

Dads fault

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by yaicinsonat1.

Baleen

A-Festivity New World

There are voices you don’t just hear – you feel them.
Janne Hennie’s voice is one of those.
It’s honest, warm, and full of soul – turning this song into something that comforts.

In her interpretation of the classic by Mariah Carey, there’s so much heart that the song gains a new depth. Every note carries emotion, every word feels sincere.

I had the great privilege of creating the musical arrangement for Janne’s version. What emerged is an interpretation that moves – quietly, genuinely, and without pretension.

Thank you, Janne, for your voice, your trust, and this very special collaboration. 💫

Listen to Janne's great songs here:

https://on.soundcloud.com/pkQhXfEC596nJRPXH7

Hero (Cover)

Hold me tight

Many people still believe strongly in religion however I'm quite the opposite. I think they largely insult the truth and still convince most people to follow them through fear and limiting people's outlook on the universe. The day we accept that and move on from them will be a good day for us all. At the very least I feel we need to evolve them to spiritual based docrines that are based on actual truth and to do that they need to align with actual science and modern discovery otherwise they will just be the divisive conflict causing truth limiters they have been for thousands of years keeping people living in the past!

Maga and the US christian right are currently showing everyone how detached from reality they are and they put their faith in a person as far away from supposed christian beliefs and moral standards as you could possibly get in Trump, yet they still want to cling to that old psychology so much they choose to support him because he tells them he's on their side. Its the same pattern throughout modern history christians will move the goal posts to try and survive in the real world instead of accepting a reality that's actually real and moving on with everyone else. All religions have the same protectionist mindset and it's poison for this beautiful planet plain and simple




Shame on you

In the name of truth you say
Yet molest our young like worthless prey
Aligned with fascist iron fist desires
For your secret truth bore anti-semetic mire
Oppress non believers in the name of your God
You give free reign to new political fraud
In the name of the truth you say
Yet your bible lies from page to page

We cannot be gay your doctrine say
That makes us beast in your truth way
Your words of protection have killed millions
No contraception aids dead civilians
We are born in sin says your brain bin
Our innocent beings untrained begin
In the name of truth your doctrine say
Shame on you and your mindless way

Half our people are the wrong sex
Fine women are still second class oppressed
You seed fake power in your fake reality
All for belief in unprovable insanity

You move the posts to try and fit in
You hold the reigns but grip is wearing thin
The truth evolved everyday
Your truth is stuck weak control dismay
You have nothing left of credit here
Your lies too deep and mindsets unclear
You make our evil and teach with fear
Bring on the day when religion's not here

Shame on you (Poem)

Just moving previous posts!! Steve Vervaet on vocals( Steve’s Planet). Josh on bass and composition ( Entheogenic Psychonaught).. Stephen on guitar ( Tex Mex Shaman) Tez( Llanpsych), on guitar,JJ Terrell on keyboards …Yours truly, K2.. on drums and percussion! Hope you dig it.. it’s from July, 2023!!! Yes!

Second Floor-Eclectic Collective

Another Brand new collaboration with my pal https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics:-
Could I walk down the street
With my head high
If I didn't question 
All the reasons why...
That our "leaders"
Pretend to care 'bout us
But do the opposite 
That's treasonous

So sick of this veil of deception
Whether right or wrong at inception
The only way has 
Dignity and truth
Open up the windows for us
Let the light shine in dark corners
The only way has
Dinity and truth

We should peacefuly stand
And not comply
Every woman every man
Should now ask why...
Do we pay to a system
That don't work
Before it gets better
It's gonna hurt

Billy Kork/ winkandwoo 2025

Dignity and Truth

feel alive

Almost Metal

This is the 13th track made from my Grandad's poetry.

The others are here👇🏾
https://on.soundcloud.com/7RWUlc4x5lMqOxNecd
🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️

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Tuning 432Hz A Standard
Capo 6

Instruments
-Vocal and acoustic live
-Additonal backing vocal runs x 4
-Acoustic lead
-Acoustic picked rhythm
-Piano played on keys
-Native Flute played on keys
-Lost Reverse Alchemy pad played on keys
-5 String bass
-Marimba played on keys
-Cajon bass & snare played on keys 

To do
-lower bass in mix
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Papa 's notes on the poem are below the poem 🍃🍁🍂❤️
It's another real gem to have and I really adore how laser focused to nature he was.

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Sentenced without Trial (A poem by Bill Stapleton)

The executioner has come to cut thee down.
I know not for what crime.
The human race needs living space
And you have little time.

No counsel for your defence
No witness to your beauty
No guardian of your civil rights
It matters not - you're guilty!

Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

Did no one see you in Springtime
When your buds were awake in bloom
Did no one pass last Autumn
On your golden carpet, strewn

Why don't you run away?
The humans are coming fast
Don't just stand there and be acquired
Your security is past

Dumb innocence give me your seed
And let me away to sow
In some undeveloped land
Where the crocuses can grow.
......
Where are the lovers you shaded
When summer hearts were wed
Speak now for your leafy friend
Before his life is shed

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23 February 1975
Bill says, " A considerable time had lapsed since I had written any poetry probably due to the shock of my heart attack. In fact I was not sure whether I could still do so. It was a great comfort to me therefore to achieve this poem after an elapse of nearly five years.
The theme of civil rights comes from the northern troubles. I got the idea while out for a walk around Silverpine, the lovely little roads now sadly changed by housing development. Many lovely old trees cut down while others await their fate with 'Security' and 'Acquired' boards ignominiously nailed to them.
The last verse is a lesson on how we can co-operate to save the situation by planting a new tree"

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Bill lived for nine more years after writing those words. It's interesting how the health shock effected his creativity and so nice he re-found it. Maybe a nice reminder to use our time well 🔆


I really love the third stanza. "Where are the lovers you shaded?..." Bill is looking at these condemned trees and wondering about the beautiful unconditional love it showed to people who are now no where to be seen when the trees need them. For me this wraps up what I've learned and had confirmed from Papa's poetry. Humans use the planet but get lost in our own pleasure and forget about what actually keeps us alive and what makes this such a wonderful planet to be on and that we do get to share. We share it with all the trees and eachother. We are however the only ones with either the intelligence to save it from ourselves or stay blinded and condemn it like these trees were condemned to their doom. Thanks Papa


This in my opinion is why laws against single use plastics and similar environmental saviours are so important. When idiosy decides to reverse them on a whim and because of only economics the indifference grows collectively and we lose our focus on the tree and the system as a whole. We then also forget that in focusing on the welfare of the tree, we focus on our own welfare. It's easy to forget this when we don't experience a direct relatable suffering however compassion towards the system still has our answers to a smoother future along side our dear tree friends 🫛

Sentenced without Trial

Just a shitty little ditty for no reason whatsoever 

Well as soon as sight restores my eyes
I get out of the bed after several tries
A quick crack of the blind to check the skies 
I must be outta my mind , there’s never no surprise 
But I’m alive i suppose 
Although I thrive as a ghost 
I’m just surviving at most
Confusing highness with hope
But I ain’t claiming I’m broke
When every days the same joke
It’s just the way that I cope
Turning brain cells to smoke 


And now my bowels are made of paper towels and hatred for my sinning 
I’m quite upset I haven’t fixed them yet , but if that’s the price then im winning
And I’m willing to continue on
This thrilling search for better songs
Delivered in a natural style
That withered off there for a while
I’ll promise you I’ll never use
Computers to replace the muse 
I’ll never judge the folk that do 
But subterfuge is like super glue
It sticks like shit and makes a mess 
And never hits like Dylan’s best
This was supposed to be a protest song  
I don’t know where that bloody ghost came from 
It’s just another mostly hopeless one 
The kind that hits the Holy Ghost in one
And writ in shifts between the blunts and bongs
I’ll probably quit now that the goings gone

Shit guitar and pointless musings by me

His highness of hope

Deep house with a soul — poetic, bluesy, and unapologetic.  
A rebel’s groove wrapped in Hammond warmth and desert-night rhythm.  
Where words hit as deep as the bassline.  
Created by H-dMan Such  
#deephouse #blueshouse #rebelsoul #poeticvibes #deepgroove



[ instrumental intro ]

on the way to Reno 

or  tu river Styx? 

you'v meet a lot of people

it was so  awfull creatures mix


some told  you how to do the things

others  would like to steal your fortune

like  crowns  used to steal  your golden ring


you'v started as a no name zero

in the in the middle of the nowhere 

building up your lifelong LEGO 

burning your parents dream.




when tower was high as their expectations 

as their  pink coloured dreams

you kicked it down-

that made  you feel 

your  dreams are still  real 

the dream was real

dream was real

don't repeat others  stupid mistakes 

you can make yourself better ones

how many times you may fell

that life is yours otherwise

your dream can be real

what's real can be dream

forget about stupid people



do not watch all your steps

no good deed will  remine unpunished

so do it whenewer you feel.

kill your dreams, make them real

On Melancholy Hill

Howdy,

Welcome to TBD.

All these creations are made by hard work and years upon years upon years of practice and trying to explain this world and the human condition to myself in the process through poems & songs.

Thanks for all of your wonderful support.

Peace and Love to Everyone,

🫛



What playing music does to your brain

https://youtu.be/R0JKCYZ8hng?si=KJt33NWjUo63ieAm



A nice David Bowie Interview here:

https://youtu.be/JRtZc_Nmo5w?si=1g1Wag87NdEumAc4

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