IT WAS SOMETHING YOU SAID
IT WAS THE THINGS WE DID
THAT PUSHED THE TRAIN OFF THE RAILS
NEVER TO BE BACK AGAIN
NEVER TO BE BACK AGAIN

NOW SEPARATE WE SAIL
I BET IT’S HARD TO TELL
WHICH ONE TO BLAME 
FOR WHAT HAPPENED HERE 
STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED HERE

YOU COULD THE KING OF THE WORLD
THE FORESEER OF IT ALL         
BUT IT’S NOT LONG BEFORE WE FALL           
CAUSE THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS
IT WANTS IT ALL

IS YOUR BOAT STILL FLOATING
CAUSE MINE IS SINKING

I THOUGHT I WAS THE KING OF THE WORLD
THE FORESEER OF IT ALL
BUT IT WASN’T  LONG BEFORE I STALLED               
CAUSE THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS
I THOUGHT I WAS THE KING OF THE WORLD
THE FORESEER OF IT ALL
BUT IT WASN’T LONG BEFORE I STALLED            
CAUSE THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS  
THE HEART KNOWS WHAT IT WANTS
IT WANTS IT ALL

Something You Said

From the album Schopenhauer's Apprentice

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you speak your words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

when you lie to me 
I can't believe
when you speak those words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

Schopenhauer's Apprentice

Cry Wolf

Into The Forest Of Eternal Hope

The image shows a slightly altered photo detail from: Tree Stump, Meanwood Churchyard, a photography by Tim Green from Bradford (Wikimedia commons)

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"They all go stupid in a race."
(Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The following text passage is mainly a translation from a blog by the author Goetz Eisenberg (*1951) called:
https://durchhalteprosa.de/ 
(which can best be translated as „Perseverance Prose“)

In the translation I have tried to stay as close as possible to the original text, however, due to phrasing, composition (etc…), I have used slight changes and additions.
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Desensitization

Apocalyptic images 
Every evening on the news 
Heat, fires and disease
Floods, earthquakes, famines, 
War and destruction…
We are given such a daily dose 
Of horror news 
That we loose 
The capacity for outrage and revolt. 
We become numb 
And also threaten to loose 
The abilities we need 
To have empathy. 

(ref1)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Make us fall silent
And paralyse the hooves

All go crazy in a race …

The more drastic the images 
We are presented with, 
The faster we forget 
What we have seen. 
The abundance and above all 
The concreteness of the images
Is the best means 
Of making us immune
To others misfortune. 
This is a facet of the "dialectic of enlightenment" 
That is far too little considered:
The more clearly 
Barbarism can be seen, 
The faster 
We forget it. 
News had a greater impact on us 
When we only heard or read it. 
The images of it arose 
In our minds 
And then occupied us more than one time

All go crazy in a race …

(ref2)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Simply fob us off
With the surface

All go crazy in a race 
They all go stupid in a race	(2)
and we float along with it…

Desensitization

I'm sure we all look back as we get older.

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember? (Graham Williams)

Aside from musical satisfaction and $$$ - the motivations for artists to keeping going can be an addiction to the love from the audience.

SCREAMING AND THROWING UNDIES

Take my time with plug-ins
Connection satisfaction
Waving arms like a summons
Pointy introductions
And soon I’m ridin’ minor sevenths
Endorphins in my canal
I’m like a godly presence
As music funks it’s way around

But the pessimist inside – says shoot me your lovin’ arrows
Cause the deficit is – oh - the needing of something so shallow
Gimme screaming and throwing undies (love me love me love me)
Gimme screaming and throwing undies

Career or labour of love
Try and define it
Eyeing up those at the front
Is anyone buyin’ it
I’m phrasing out the words I wrote
Looking for misty eyes 
Reaching for a soulful note
Into clover wrap me tight 

Nature’s opium ride
Musicality
Bathing up here in spotlight
Dopamine alchemy                             Yeah I’m riding . . .

SCREAMING and THROWING UNDIES

Still finding short experiments from the Tascam 4-track cassette archives. I think this one is from the late 80s. Never further developed segment of a song. Hope our FB friends are doing well.

Image: The Crystal Ball (1902) by John William Waterhouse; John William Waterhouse, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Loveliest Girl (demo)

no espero mas

'Tóg an Bealach Radhairc' means ‘Take the Scenic Route’...always the best option.
 
Finn: I plan to go back to my Irish routes more this year and created a simple backing track on Octave Mandolin & Tenor Banjo, but then ran out of ideas.  Doina took a listen and came up with this lovely uplifting tune. The song had a different name when we started out, but now it reminds me of driving along a coast road with the window open. Thank you Doina! 

Doina: Celtic music has been a part of my life for the past 12 years and I can't imagine my life without it. When I started to write and record, these violin tracks seemed too simple. And then Finn started working, mixing, adding tracks. What a journey. Thank you, Finn, for giving me the opportunity to be a puzzle piece in this big machinery called music!

Music: Doina & Finn
Doina Bora: Violins.
Finn Eces: Octave Mandolin, Tenor Banjo.
Birdsong, recorded at dawn in County Laois, Ireland.
Produced Finn Eces.

Tóg an Bealach Radhairc [Take the Scenic Route]

// LYRICS

Beautiful...  
My hands are capable of anything my mind is breakable of:
I will dial a phone.  I will rub your feet.

a darkened home

lovers' quarrel

Midnight Blues

music is a mirror
reflecting revealing 
its truth within you

lovers' quarrel

the forensic scene

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