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Beyond the long night

The ancient mystery about Men & Women, still trying to figure each other out!

Good luck w that xD

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Samples used

Ella Fitzgerald - You don't know what love is
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zkYRDMidxA

SRV - Little Wing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=An4uDegHB8s

Steve Vai - Tender Surrender ( small samples )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yw74sDWPH7U

Movie - Strangers when we meet (1960)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19JXVQoQVUw

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Remixed by LS / 2022.

Woman, stop asking me these difficult questions

Chanson composé pour ma conjointe.

Song composed for the love of my life.

Wind of love

Wind Of Love

SPINNIN' MY WHEELS (JunkHeap (c) Refixed Feb 2023 / (c) Jul 2016)

Oh here it goes...
And I don't know where I'm going,
it all seems so lame.
Another day feeding the negative in my brain.

Well it's turning it over...
Spinnin' my wheels.

Walking through the mall, and seeing the aged,
Crumpled and trying to make it through the day,
trying to make it from A to B.
And here I am, healthy and able,

and there she was...

I see the look in her eyes, and it makes me high.
and I know that's she likes me, maybe ask her out for tea.

Spinnin' my wheels.

There's a need to change,
and if I don't, then it leaves me aimless.
To get it into a different groove.
Instead of thinking that I've got it all figured out.

To learn to trust again,
To learn to love again,
To earn her trust,
It's only a matter of time... until she's mine.

I see the look in her eyes, and it makes me high.
and I know that's she likes me, maybe ask her out for tea.

Spinnin' my wheels.

Spinning My Wheels

Your Bell Has Rung

We’re praying for peace
Never losing hope
My faith I keep very close
Dancin out my grave
Seen a Holy Ghost
Yeah I’m on some drugs
But there not even close
See what I use to do is get really high
Then drink enough so I would black out and die
Thought the universe needed me
Well maybe she does
Are you seeing things different like I was
Love can fuck you up
And I can promise you that
There’s never enough
Nope I don’t have the answers
That’s exactly why I keep on dancing.

praying for peace w/ a Sandman07 intro

This is a song that began with me laying down some bass, organ, piano, synth, and slide over a looped, heavily delayed guitar riff. I asked Ken to put some drums on it, which he did to perfection, as well as added some acoustic guitar. I then sent it to Tez, and asked him to come up with a lead part for it. He also delivered exactly what I wanted to hear. We dropped the initial looped guitar that was the whole basis for the song to begin with, which I think is pretty cool. Tez mixed and produced this, and what a fine job he did, too, as always. these two guys are wonderful collaborators--so talented and so easy to work with. What I told them was that I wanted to make sober people feel high when they listen to this. I hope it has that effect on you!

A Separate Reality (with Llanpsych and K2 and the Three)

Old man screams at the world again – as best he can....

This war in Ukraine – it's different.  The ongoing butchery being inflicted by Putin (Satan's emissary from hell) is not just upon Ukraine, but deliberately upon his own people, for his own aggrandisement.

Our protagonists in this brief prayer / lament are a couple of young men.  Young Russians. Conscripts.  Last week they were at home, now they are incarcerated in an ancient soviet-era tank that has just been hit by a drone-dropped grenade.  They are trapped, wounded, burning horribly and about to meet their maker when the ammunition magazine, upon which they sit, goes up....rendering them vapourised.  ..... Stardust. 

They know this full well, 
….in their slow-mo, Putin-inflicted hell.

And you and I watch, enthralled.  YouTube is awash with video clips of Russians being hit by drones, missiles or artillery - in tanks, aircraft, or trenches - it's become a form of voyeuristic entertainment - somehow neatly detached from the horror of the reality.  How convenient.  How antiseptic.

We may take as a given that Putin is a deranged, and/or deluded evil war criminal. He knows what he does, and why.  But I suspect that many of those he is sending to their grim end are innocent young guys who have been fed a diet of lies from birth whilst the money was thieved from their pockets and the bread from their mouths by the despot-favoured oligarchs.  These kids have no interest in war or restoration of the USSR.  They were most likely frogmarched to the conscription office by KGB thugs, given a moth eaten old uniform and stuffed into their steel coffins.  

This is no “pity poor Russia” rant;  perpetrating a heinous wave of war crimes we have freed prisoners, hardened veterans and Wagner mercenaries in the mix too.  I'm focused on the others.  The passives, the bewildered, the lambs.  

Lord only knows what murderous pain these cannon fodder "innocents" suffer while the world watches indifferently, mouths agape, dehumanised on YouTube, with reminders to “subscribe” and “like” - dear God.

We're used to war correspondents - but this is on another level - seeking "hits" of another kind to pump ad revenues and subscriber numbers.  Front line hideous death as a macabre circus, a fun spectator sport, theme park fun fair ride - Call of Duty meets reality with money attached.... It's sick.  How long before “big game hunters” pay big bucks for the privileged thrill of hitting the “release” button on those grenades and joyfully watching their prey squirm?  Probably already happening.

God bless the peace loving people of Ukraine;  may the entirety of their lands be restored to them and democratic moral justice served.

God bless the peace loving people of Russia;  may the lunatic yoke of satan be removed from them, and democratic moral justice served.

This is live, one take, one track, one mic and painful listening as my voice is shot for some reason – but as such, it carries the pain and shame of what we, the human race, have become.

Lord hear our prayer.

Thank you for your patience in the presence of a screaming old man.
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Stardust

Roll on up, for my carousel.
Bitcoin bucks, got souls to sell.
Place your bets on this human race.
Dead heat face to face.

Our mothers' rosaries can't defend
With timeless prayers they kneel to send
We brothers, whose bones they rend
Back to stardust once again.

Home run hit, on my ghost train ride.
Camo drones dripping cyanide.
Killing tribe bowls another strike
Hit subscribe, don't forget to “like”.

Forget our Patriarch's portend,
Hold these burning hands my friend,
This screaming hell will surely end
And we'll be stardust once again.

Stardust

I wasn't always an extraterrestrial
I was born on a world ten thousand light years away
In another spiral arm, but baby, who's to say
Where one arm ends and another one begins
I wasn't always an alien

Came to your planet to see how y'all were getting by
Seems like you're always low and never high
And I'm afraid to say your planet has failed the test
So we'll come back in eleven years and hope for the best
Maybe then you won't shoot our balloons down from the sky
Why are humans so violent?

And we're watching you from the depths of the night
You're like children playing with fire
And for your sake I hope you guys survive
Cause the next decade ain't gonna be an easy ride

So here's some advise for the storm
Cling close together to keep warm
Hold each other tight and be forewarned
That it gets colder
Before the summer

I Wasn't Always an Extraterrestrial

she’s beautiful wearing that yukata

ambient music + Photograph = tominagayuki

Beyond the long night

tominagayuki

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