The Red Tribes

Walk Like Zombie

Lyrics:
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma
After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay, enough to eat
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of the dream
Take heed

The Gunner's Dream (Pink Floyd Cover)

The world is forever scrabbling for our attention,a constant jabbering commotion drowning out other things of importance.

Take time out to listen,to be at peace and to charge the batteries.

What are you afraid of,when you hide behind the noise
Fill your head with clamour,so you never hear the voice

I like the peace and quiet
I love a mind at rest
Well,don't be afraid to try it
Chilled out,laid back and unstressed

Alone with your thoughts may give you cause for doubt
So turn up the volume,drown everything out

I like the peace and quiet
I love a mind at rest
Well,don't be afraid to try it
Chilled out,laid back and unstressed

Still

Morning fog, the sun is already fighting its way through, a new day begins! 
The original photo was taken in october 2022 of the Warsaw Bridge in Berlin by Germaine.

Morning Fog

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This composition has been inspired by listening to music by my good friends Debra Buesking and Jean-Pierre Dubois (JiPé )....
I hope you will enjoy listening....

Art picture was given to me by my son....

Le temps a dit...

Reminiscence

this one is recorded on a old mt50 4 track cassette recorder, its on its last legs, this might be the last one i get from it..............cheers for your ears if you are having a listen

Sink Like Stones

What a wonderful tune Seagull sent me to collaborate on.  His nylon-string and bass playing is lovely but he asked if I could help with a second guitar voice.  The Taylor JKSM seemed the perfect fit with its sweet steel-string acoustic voice.  The undercurrent of meaning in the song is best described by Seagull himself:
"The song is called Stairway, and I realized that it reflects everyone's climb in life. We are encouraged and taught from birth that we must constantly get better at everything. Better upbringing, better behavior, better education, better job, better pay, better things, better health, better parent, better home, better car and so on...But what is the real goal of all this striving? Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with education hopefully producing better and more understanding and empathetic people, and a safer and nicer society. But.....and I think it's a big but.... as we are obviously being trained to buy all the happiness we need in life instead of experiencing it in a peaceful, healthy and experiential life." 
It is a question of what is ultimately important in our life and are we willing to make the climb to reach and attain it.  Something to ponder while you listen:)
Hear more of Seagull's amazing music @farout-music-studio.

Fragile

Till Indy