What A Life

Bringing back a song I wrote nearly seven years ago. The American soul -- we like to tell lots of good stories about ourselves. Here's one that's not so good -- the account of the Moore's Ford Lynchings, in which a Black WWII veteran and his pregnant wife were murdered. No one was ever convicted of the crimes. How much of this same cruel spirit is still with us now?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moore%27s_Ford_lynchings

there’s a tree in Georgia that never should have grown
it held the bodies upright they were tied with rope

I will be redeemed I will sing and shout
I will be restored just not now

Mae Murray was  twenty four heavy with a child
when her head had fallen down they cut the baby out

forty legs that walked away forty eyes that saw
twenty souls that never said a word to the Georgia law

1997 fifty years had gone 
someone came to find the place and mark the dead with stones

Spotify Link

I Will Be Redeemed

For the fabulous few who leave no footprint.
https://youtu.be/i5Q-viLwH9M

In Mesopotamia
There was this mania
Building stuff out of clay bricks

Sumerian powers
Built temples and towers
Ziggurats, that’s what they did

Humans are scoundrels
Trees should hold council
Just ask the bird or the fish

It’s never enough
With this ziggurat stuff
A ziggurat’s never too big  

The bird and the fish
Were thoroughly pissed
With the cat in the hat and his big ziggurat 

Builders were flagging
Whip  kept on cracking
I want a ziggurat bigger than that

Humans are scoundrels
Trees should hold council
Just ask the bird or the fish

It’s never enough
With this ziggurat stuff
A ziggurats never too big

I want a ziggurat bigger than that
I want a ziggurat bigger than that
I want a ziggurat bigger than that
I want a ziggurat bigger than that

I want a ziggurat bigger than that!

I Want A Ziggurat Bigger Than That!

A collab with https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan on violin and keys/sounddesign and https://soundcloud.com/holgerengel on bass guitar, Big Thank You to my wonderful collaborators. Please take a listen to the remix of KBS:  https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan/brochen?si=a3d0ddc3cdb9475f9601e6fdea3e64bc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
 
At 1142 metres above sea level, the ‘Brocken’ (also known as the ‘Blocksberg’) is the highest mountain in the ‘Harz’, a mid-range mountain group in Central Germany. Put simply, it is a large block of granite, a plutonic rock. It is shrouded in legends and mystery. My father grew up in this area as a child and of course knew the old stories and myths, including some about the so-called "Brocken Ghost"...

The cropped, filtered and edited photography shows the „Brocken Spectre“ (original by Walter Richter)
					
„When the observer's shadow falls on a layer of fog or clouds, the shadow is not represented by a solid surface, but by each drop of water in the haze individually. As a result, the brain cannot see the shadow stereoscopically and significantly overestimates the size. Air movements cause the shadow to move, even when the observer is standing still. This seemingly separate entity can also float and hover without having any visible contact with the ground. The other physical conditions on the mountain, cool and damp air, silence, as well as the lack of orientation due to a lack of foresight and neighbouring mountains, reinforce the subjective impression of the apparent existence of a ghost."

					Johan Esaias Silberschlag, 1780


Brocken Ghost

1
The shadow falls (4)
On layers of fog 
The shadow falls
Unto each single drop
The shadow falls
On layers of fog
The shadow falls (2)
  
A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story…

2
The shadow floats
On layers of fog
The shadow  is hovering
Over the ground
The shadow is growing
Waving without sound
The shadow floats
With a glory

A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story
On each single drop
On each single drop

Brocken Ghost (wt KBS and Holger Engel, raw edit)

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©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Songwriter, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: CROWN OF THORNS
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
The sky grew dark the earth did quake
A wooden cross His soul did take
Each step He bore with aching strain
A world of sin in every pain

(Chorus)
Oh crown of thorns upon His brow
The weight of love He carried now
With every lash with every cry
He bore the suffering so we'd not die

(Verse 2)
The crowd stood still the jeers did ring
A king of love with nails did cling
His hands outstretched His heart laid bare
A sacrifice beyond compare

(Bridge)
The heavens wept the temple tore
Mercy spilled forevermore
A silent lamb He bore the blame
The world forever changed His name

(Chorus)
Oh crown of thorns upon His brow
The weight of love He carried now
With every lash with every cry
He bore the suffering so we'd not die

(Verse 3)
The stone rolled back the tomb did wake
A risen life for all our sake
From death to life His glory shines
Eternal hope through endless times

King Of Eternal Love

Crown Of Thorns

Crown of Thorns

Vocals and lyrics by Special Cecilia
https://soundcloud.com/specialceciliacappellas

Music, production and art by Cosmic Keanu (not AI)

“And a step backward, after making a wrong turn, is a step in the right direction.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

Sweet Escape or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the AI (Feat. Special Cecilia)

Basic Blues Bitch!

Artwork: Ronaldo Farelli

Phantasos Way
by Charles Gerard Piggot-Tyrell

When midnight's hush doth veil the waking eye,
And stars like watchful sentries guard the skies,
A shadow stirs where silent dreamers lie—
Phantasos weaves his realms where wonder flies.

With robes of mist and hands of woven air,
He paints with flame the flight of marble swans,
Or bids the sea turn into curling hair,
And leads through glassy fields of molten dawns.

No mortal mind may cage his changeling art,
For he doth twist the form of truth and lie;
A tree may bleed, a stone may have a heart,
A cloud may speak in tongues that birds deny.

Yet all shall fade when breaks the morning beam—
Such is the fleeting spell of Phantas' dream

Phantosos Abides

Phantasos Way

Thanks a lot my Friendv for a great EWI Pervormance
over this Goodness
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

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All the strange beings on a space station.

I Drove My Car At 150MPH

ThrillMonkey’s love of excitement and danger has evolved into a unique blend of musical styles including hip hop, metal, rock, drum & bass, and rap. Their signature sound is instantly recognized by it’s originality and aggressive presentation.

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