Ah love that guitar on the chorus!  Added to my Sep Freak Radio playlist :)

Text:
Verse 1
Stitched in Dhaka, sweat on the seam,
Five euros shining in a discount dream.
Worn-out fashion, tossed away fast,
Dropped in a bin, thinking good will last.

Pre-Chorus
But the ocean knows, and the rivers cry,
Clothes don’t vanish, they just fly.
From Europe’s hands to an African shore,
Secondhand stories, but it’s trash once more.

Chorus
Thread the divide, we’re tangled in lies,
A fabric of guilt where the landfill hides.
Streets of Accra, burning night skies,
We wear it once, the planet dies.

(solo)

Verse 2
Market stalls drowning in polyester rain,
Forty percent is nothing but pain.
Traders shout, but their hands are tied,
Selling waste dressed up as pride.

Bridge
Oh, you thought you gave, but you just threw away,
A gift wrapped in poison, shipped far away.
From the sweatshops to the landfill fire,
Fast fashion’s truth is a funeral choir.

(solo)

Chorus
Thread the divide, we’re tangled in lies,
A fabric of guilt where the landfill hides.
Streets of Accra, burning night skies,
We wear it once, the planet dies.

Outro
Bangladesh stitches, Ghana burns,
The cycle spins, but will it turn?
Less is the answer, less we must choose,
Or every stitch is a life we lose.

Thread the Divide

A Nick Fenske Song about letting go of you EGO. Metal Version

Production of Musical Composition, Vocals and initial Cover Art by SUNO Ai. 

Thank you toSnapseed for all the changes to the original Cover Art. 

Final Cover Art by Nick Fenske. 

Let Go Of EGO - Metal

Damnatio Memoriae

It’s autumn, somehow summer got behind me 
Yeah it’s autumn, you know always it has to be
Looking through a mirror to our misty mountain springtime; sweetest love I ever saw
Sunny, funny, honeybee smiling face; now I love you more.

Seasons leaves are turning, but they’re not falling to forget
Yeah it’s autumn, but it’s not nearly winter yet
Looking through a mirror to our hazy crazy springtime; wildest love I ever saw
Sunny, funny, honeybee smiling face; you know I love you more.

It’s autumn, somehow summer got behind me
Yeah it’s autumn, you know it always has to be
Looking through a mirror to our dreamy crystal fountain; deepest love I ever saw
Sunny, funny, honeybee smiling face; yes I love you more.

Autumn

Walter Vincent - Vocals
Frank Bianco - Guitars
Pat Mohr - Bass
Domination - Drums

Undertow

Beneath The Mountains

Far Older Power

Icy Air

Of Those That Were There, Few Will Ever Forget

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Take the Long Way Home

Like a very distant star
Sparkling with mystery
I stare, looking from afar
Wondering where the future leads
And every night the starlight seems brighter
Twinkling dreams across the ripples on the water

CHORUS
I think of all the things I want
And wonder how those things would be
And I feel such a lonely voice
Calling out to sea

Let me sail upon your waves
Embrace the calm in me
Take me to the better days
I drown in joy beneath the deep blue sea
And every night the starlight seems stronger
Twinkling dreams across the ripples on the water

CHORUS

Calling Out To Sea

I have with this shadow of the original piece made an effort, to stay true to the sheet music - as I would have imagined the different version of the tours would have been - but I made sure to still make it “my own”, with a few addition along with the rework. 

This process of recomposing another artists work have been a lot of fun, and brought a some learning challenges along.

Thank you to SA and to Alev Lenz - alevlenz.com for this awesome project, and for keeping us creating.

Laura - SA/Alev Lenz Recompose

In a way or by some means that is not known or not stated:
It won't be easy, but we'll get across the river somehow.
I'm not sure how, but somehow or other we'll raise the money.
​for a reason that is not clear:
I know what we're doing is legal, but somehow it doesn't feel right.
News of the pay cuts had somehow leaked out.
A small dog had somehow managed to survive the fire.
She's managed somehow to procure his phone number.
Although her name is Clare, her little sister called her Lali, and somehow the name stuck.
Money has been extremely tight, but we’ve managed somehow.
He felt that everything was somehow connected.
He saw that the intellectual side of him could not be wrong, somehow he must baptize it.
One could point to facets of the system and to the ideal of public service broadcasting, but somehow the whole defied adequate description.
The pages turn, but somehow it never seems to get going.
Vanished now are the untroubled meadows of spring, and the landscape acquires a realism that is somehow a little harsh.
An architecture without rhetoric is evidently an architecture that does not set out to persuade, yet somehow convinces.
The only concern is somehow to ensure nice convergence.
We can see that gerund constructions only gained frequency in those areas where they somehow came in useful.
Is not everything on this planet somehow influenced by humans?
They already know something of this from the words and meanings somehow retained in the letters and words in books you can read. 
The screen window may somehow constrain wider semantic construction of the text, and foster more literal attention to the wording.
Dreaming consists of a transparently meaningful and organized perceptual world, not of random noise that the brain struggles to make sense of somehow.
However, in 54% of the threatening events the dream self was reported to react somehow to the threatening event.
There were, however, many areas that were regularly raided and somehow survived.
None of this proves it to be somehow unfair if nobody rules at all or if social order is maintained without resorting to governance.
inputs in (51a, b) must somehow yield the corresponding outputs.































SOME REVIEWS FROM 
Yankel Muromachi 
ヤンケル室町 
Янкель Муромати
of the "The Eniwetok Symphony Orchestra"

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"As usual, The Somehows make a great sound that’s musically compelling, navigated by very listenable vocals. Even though the genres change from song to song there’s an underlying coherence provided by a distinct sound."
on Some Of That Days
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"Great soaring melody. Excellent vocal performance makes this a catchy tuneful experience"
on If You Only Were Here
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"Laidback, pensive mood"
on See You Again
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"What a terrific racket! This what happens when combining the DNA of Mark E. Smith & John Lydon."
on Postmodern Nightmare
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"Pounds along like an HGV with no brakes, beyond all appealls & negotiaton. Nice guitar work"
on Never Ever Give Up
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"Heavy as depleted uranium, wildman screams into the wilderness. Is the Last Train a metaphor? Big noise done with style & vigour."
on Escape Plan
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"Tones of PIL"
on It Ain't Easy

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