I am really glad that I helped inspire you and thanks  for the shout out.
What a great subject for a song (I think we should be forced to recycle plastics or perhaps not use them at all) and what a great way to vent your anger. I keep hoping that saner heads will prevail but I’m worried that things will keep getting worse for a while before they get better.

I am a complete sucker for country music.  This was a great treat for my country loving ears.  There are blends of various styles here.  So unique.  Loved it. Great subject and lovely production Carl!

sounds like Primus meets Kenny Rogers. bravo!!

Hey man, love how socially conscious your songs are. This is a delightful song with a wonderful melody. Excellent work here, man!

Very great song! Your voice is iconic, beautiful! 👍☮️

I like this socio-ecopolitical song. I often wonder if humanity will change its collective mindset on a scale needed to mitigate what is happening now.

So folk! I love it and I love the ecologic concern you obviously have!

@fly-nightmares-700220347 Cheers bruv. I managed to say STFU to the whole of maga in my head so that's my favourite bit I think 😆

A LITTLE TOGETHERNESS ON SOUNDCLOUD vol 2 (various genres, various artists)

Sticky sweet with just a hint of a bite. This deceptively poppy track is wrapped in liquid guitars, a bouncy bass line, and a sugar-rush chorus that hits just right. While the guitar and bass engage in a little playful call and response, the lyrics unravel the feeling of being stuck in a world that’s all gloss, and no substance. Delicious but suffocating. Shiny, sweet, and warped—like candy melting in the sun.

Something More - EP

Taffy

Close To You

Played Myself To Sleep

My new single FRAGILE ANGELS is Out Now❣️
Honest to say, this song is my most cool song.
Please accept this gift.
Click link in Bio & Enjoy✨
Thank you very much‼️
Love from Japan THE BOY

FRAGILE ANGELS

un grand merci à Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520 pour ses cœurs qui ajoutent un peu de douceur, très bonne écoute, merci d'avance.
Steph

Paroles :
Un chemin sans détour
Nos rêves d’enfants de retour
Illumine chacun de nos pas 
Être alors ce que l’on croit
Libéré des illusions provisoires
De ces pensées dérisoires
Partir loin de ces chagrins
L’authenticité n’a pas de fin
Le bonheur caché au fond de nous 
Qu’il faut chercher avant tout
La simplicité si subtile
Un jour rejoindre enfin son ile
Alors Dieu nous parlera
Et il nous montrera la voie 
De l’amour, la sagesse et la vie
Nous le savons, cela n’a pas de prix

Refrain :
Alors décide toi ma belle
Je t’attendrai au bas de l’échelle
Mais ne me laisse pas là
Sinon je vais mourir de « foi »
J’ai préparé tous les bagages
Je te promets d’être plus sage
Encore une fois tu as le choix
Sois ferme et prend bien soin de toi


Spontanément sans détour
Oublier ce vieux compte à rebours
Rechercher à l’intérieur de soi
Percevoir, changer ce qui ne va pas 
Couper les liens qui nous efface 
Dans ce labyrinthe trouver sa place
De la joie à l’intérieur de notre chaire
Capable de percer les mystères 
En nous subsiste une oasis
Qui réanime sans artifice
Accepter de partir en exil
Sans limitation inutile
Une étincelle au fond des yeux
Viendra rallumer le feu
Motivation divine
Cette énergie nous illumine

Alors ou en es-tu ma belle
Je t’attends là, au bas de l’échelle
Ne me laisse pas comme ça
Sinon je vais mourir de « foi »
J’ai préparé tous les bagages
Je te promets d’être plus sage
Encore une fois tu as le choix
Sois ferme et prend bien soin de toi




Une petite place pour l’imaginaire
Un peu d’espace, un bol d’air
Retrouver nos moments disparus
A l’intérieur, le paradis perdu
Fuir les critiques systématiques
Redevenir pacifique
Plonger dans de belles pensées
Dès l’aube se laisser transporter
Les yeux tournés vers l’infini
Au son de douces mélodies
Ecouter son instinct
L’authenticité nous fait du bien
Accepter tout ce qui nous dépasse
Gagner en force et faire face
Ne plus jamais faire le sourd
A tout l’amour qui nous entoure

Alors décide toi ma belle
J’attends encore au bas de l’échelle
Mais ne me laisse pas là
Sinon je vais mourir de « foi »
J’ai préparé tous les bagages
Je te promets d’être plus sage
Encore une fois tu as le choix
Sois ferme et prend bien soin de toi

Authentique

Close Circle—I’m Keeping Score----Lyrics

(Verse1)
Altered time cycles,—
Will we ever be whole again 
why so many different Bibles? 
It’s a battle for the soul, till the end 
one unit, sect, —-culture, tribe 
so many distractions,—- let’s pretend
that time was on our side 
same message, same word, being resend 
Over and over again

stay truth to who you are,———                      
It’s gotten you this far

(Chorus1)
To the very end,—-to the very end
We learn and educate,—-from what’s been done before 
let’s empty the cup,—-before trying to fill it with more 
there’s no way to stop,—-who is the source that pours 
where does it come from? Who’s keeping score?
Maybe we won one, 
who kept the faith, is it love or hate? 
No wait, don’t answer —the mystery can wait
drink up, another knowledge, cup, 
keep up,—-if you believe, 
learn, retain, retrieve 
always the same message 
you’ve learned everything they wanted you to know 
why is the cup so empty?——why is the cup so empty?

(Verse2)
Search for more knowledge—- tempt me, ——but I need what I want. 
Where can the answers to the questions be?
The right question to prompt
cups fill, or empty ——another sip, lesson learned 
mind occupied——- close circle 
we learn what you taught us
But I have to know more, the desire, burns, 
don’t know what’s needed but I certainly want more
Give me a different drink please, because I’m keeping score
——I’m keeping score —————
——I’m keeping score ——I’m keeping score

(Chorus)
To the very end, 
We learn and educate, from what’s been done before 
let’s empty the cup, before trying to fill it with more 
there’s no way to stop who is the source that pours 
where does it come from?——Who’s keeping score?
Maybe we won one, 
who kept the faith, is it love or hate? 
No wait, we done won —the mystery can wait 
drink up, another knowledge, cup, 
keep up if you believe, learn, retain retrieve 
always the same message 
you’ve learned everything they wanted you to know 
why is the cup so empty?—-why is the cup so empty?
why is the cup so empty?—-why is the cup so empty?

——I’m keeping score ——I’m keeping score —I’m keeping score
——I’m keeping score ——I’m keeping score —I’m keeping score

stay truth to who you are,———                      
It’s gotten you this far

(Chorus1)
We learn and educate…
Extra: why is the cup so empty?

(Verse2)

I'm Keeping Score

CRASH TEST BABIES

Civil War (Guns N' Roses Cover)

I wanted to dance, so i made some music that´s danceable.

I Pop Dance Music Good (You Can Do Oooh-Ooohhh)

I haven't uploaded in a while, so I figured I'd post some random shit.  I can attest this is what Jazz would sound like to a Pop-punk fan, as I used to be a Pop-punk fan who didn't understand jazz.  Now that I've ruined my brain with over use of marijuana and psychedelics, jazz makes perfect sense to me, but at one point, it sounded just like this.  This track was recorded and mixed on analogue equipment, which automatically makes it superior to digital peasant music.

This Is What I Imagine Jazz Sounds Like To A Pop Punk Fan

BPM 211
Tuning 415Hz A

Lyrics

Ugugh... "inaudible sith chatter"

More sith colour for you
Orange and black
It's cronnies spoke
It took us back
EARTH says single use plastics attack your very fabrics existence!
Dumb hacks!

More water, energy, resources, for you!
To suck down your coke in a minute or two.
You care not for seabeds!
Mycelium or life
Enjoy getting 'wider' with your wife

Ecology, 
Balanced.
Real living.
It's the real world...
Tarnished by straws and bags
Burned is recycling in your single use mind
Use it again or bye bye human kind
Use it again or bye bye human kind

More water, energy, resources, for you!
To suck down your coke in a minute or two.
You care not for seabeds!
Mycelium or life
Enjoy getting 'wider' with your wife

Ecology, 
Balanced.
Real living.
It's the real world...
Tarnished by straws and bags
Burned is recycling in your single use mind
Ecology, 
Balanced.
Real living.
It's the real world...
Tarnished by straws and bags
Burned is recycling in your single use mind

Notes
For this tune in my head I'm asking... Why did 'it' reverse US laws on single use plastics... so anger turned to comedy and I decided to sing a song sith supporters might get... It's gonna take a while to fix what it breaks... so very very tiny trump is like Earth's real life child Chucky... Except hes Orange...Enough about the Russians...

Check out Joe Stroffolino on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/BUnH5s4Ari5nvQo27
Meet some real America. Joe is a fabulous artist. Like most humans also hopes for things to get better and that's absolutely reflected in his music and lyrics. It was Joes lyrics I was thinking of when trying to write this. Stylishly he is very skillful at being literal with explanation but retaining the poetry and rides the line of what's too much which a lovely subtlety.

So thanks Joe... You inspired this just being you. Nice one 🫶🏼🔆



Waffle...
Evolution says survival of 'the fittest'
As part of our beings that extends to mind...
Weak minds will die out because their ideas are weak... It's evolution baby. Just because you Think! Ughhh the world of trump is right.... Evolution doesn't give a shit! You're fucked unless you change and look at trump for what it is or your ideas will burn away along with him... You'd do well to stop labeling everything too and bolting yourself to one label on everything. That's what religions did and caused wars because of for millenia. I am an Earthling human. That's it. Now let's all play properly. SCIENTIFICALLY

Think Critically for yourself. It's all amazing and it's right there. You just need to burst the bubble of lies first. A good start would be stop.listening to times most prolific lier. Orange Sith


My own example... After 911... I too, for a very short period of time, believed thermite brought down the twin towers. I was in the same mode as Trump supporters. Too afraid of my own individual ineptitude to start soul searching that a bigger global problem was the perfect escape. Looking out instead of looking in. If you are open to believing anything you are told... start believing something and then get that confirmed by another human. You've got yourself a cult. That's all... the only difference this time is that you have managed to form the biggest cult of bullshit ever...It will still burn away. Don't let other humans confirm a bias you haven't genuinely figured out to be real... How qualified that person is in the subject is a good gauge on whether you should believe them or not!

That said obviously take everything I say with a pinch of salt! I play guitar and sing! So for climate change you might find James Lovelace a good reliable source for building your ideas about Earth and how we balance ourselves properly as part of the planet 🫶🏼 Our only Planet we're ever going to enjoy! Don't listen to clowns talking about terraforming planets! Let's figure out and master Earth. Then in a couple of hundred years our Grandkids can worry about other planets safely

Single Use Plastics

They Lie Above

“Savanna - Erin”  by Luke 

I have 5 granddaughters..
this is for granddaughter number 3.. 
I will be writing a song for each in hopes they will be listening to their own song one day with their grandchildren…Love Grampy Luke 

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
this is not a real photo , but Ai photo created by Luke
Beats by Luke©️
Luke  H.  S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Savanna-Erin”  by Luke

It seems that each season has its own "perfume of mystery".  In a typical Texas panhandle spring, it is Lilac and Russian Olive that perfume the air.  In the deep South, Magnolias are hypnotically fragrant.  In summer it is the fresh, petrichor air after a rainstorm, or a newly-mown field of hay.  In the fall there is a pungency of fallen leaves as they are raked into piles, and as the days grow cooler, smoke from a fireplace during an evening walk. It is an odor that grows stronger and crisper as winter sets in and the sweet scent of pine with the setting up of Christmas trees.  Dan wanted to capture this "perfume of mystery" with his unique composing and keyboard skills and invited me to come along. Thank you my friend for inviting me.  Hear more of Dan's beautiful and unique "French Fantasy" music @dan-t-3.

Like A Perfume Of Mystery (DAN-DT; composer, keyboards, David; guitars)

Hazy Moonlit Night

Between the dramatic endings and the exciting  beginnings, there is that comfortable middle.... Sometimes, the best place to be....

.....apologies to Jim Morrison for his help with the intro and the last verse....
unfortunately, I had trouble ending the track and it just fizzles out ...maybe apropos given the title...

The End… The Beginning … and the Stuck in the Middle

This is the end of the beginning                                   
This is the end of the “so-called” line                       
I remember the end of the century                              
When it used to be one-nine-nine-nine (1999)      
It’s the end of the road                                                  
The short end of the stick                                                    
The shit                                                                             
Or the rainbow end of it                                                   
I need to pull it together                                                
Or be stuck in the middle with you     

                            
This is the end of an era
This is the end of a perfect day
This is the end of the end itself
This is the one that got away
It’s the end of the story
The end of the frame
I’m at my wits end
Loose end crying game
Time to pull it together 
And be stuck in the middle with you

In the beginning there was nothing at all                  
A void, no form, no circumstance                               
In the beginning just a wilderness call                        
The wave, the wind, the lonesome glance                 
In the beginning                                                              
We took a chance and burned it down to the ground                 
In the beginning                                                              
I need a long cold shower                                            
See me stuck in the middle with you                          
Stuck in the middle with you                                        
Stuck in the middle with you    
                                                        
This is the end of our elaborate plans                 
So limitless and free
The end of laughter and soft lies
And my Jim Morrison plagiary
The end of my thinking, the end of this song
My friend, the end
He wants to tag along
I guess it’s better together
Being stuck in the middle with you
Like the Raff man said I’m stuck in the middle with you

The End  The Beginning And The Stuck In The Middle

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I don't spend time thinking about what I create, no formulas, no recipes, no planning, no genre in mind, I just go wherever the first few notes take me, pretty much improvised; I tend to go with the first idea that pops into my head; judge for yourself how that pans out!
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In order to relate to your music most listeners need to be able to pigeonhole it, if they can’t do this because you create tunes that are unique they'll likely dismiss your creativity, absorbing it years later when other musicians, believing they got there first, stumble on your sound!

No followers, no listeners, by that measurement I’ve failed miserably, however, I have succeeded  in remaining true to authentic creative self, underground in this world, #SixFeetUnderground the next!
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These tunes are not fillers, they are seriously funky, but more importantly, they are not samey, each tune has its own identity! Only one way to find out if that boast is a hollow one, and that involves listening to, not just one, but several tunes!

#FeedbackFamily

Peace and Love. Welcome to human made music... by lungs and hands. All words written with a pen and thought of by a brain. Thanks for all of your wonderful support. Much love, Carl

Love Earth to love yourself

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