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Playing Omnisphere and my Cordoba nylon string guitar. This is different, sorry :) Cover art .... guess a place. 

They come out of thin air. Analogue sounding aerials, thoughts provoking, no-kick trance, ambient groove, downtempo electronica. 

Musically yours! ~ S.P. ~
~ @samprock ~ @prockjet ~ @art-of-nonsense ~ @silentzen ~

Analogue

Aerials

Beat- Blanq Beatz 
Vocals & Mastering- Locknesmonster

Spend_It_

Roar (or Get Up On Your Hind Legs)

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

Part I of the 4 x track Control EP.  Best served with port and wine or three other tracks in the correct cooking order 🫠

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Well you know that…
I woke up dreaming
Slipped into a thought
That the roof is on the ceiling
And chairs walk through doors
Then I try to change the way
Things shouldn’t have been
To turn back the clocks again
And make a smile reappear

Outta control / get outta control / 
Cos I’m outta control / way out of control
It got out of control / now we’re outta  control
So out of control / all out of control

Now what’s left don’t look right
Grey skies keep you down
So I bought a new plot play
To get these feet from the ground
I made up masquerade missions
But hiding as the real me
And the plan of the year?
Just to make the world feel
Well if I’m still dreaming
Can better ones still be taught
Cos this reality is too costly
To not jump overboard 

Outta control / get outta control / 
Cos I’m outta control / way out of control
It got out of control / now we’re outta  control
So out of control / all out of control
Outta control / getting
Outta control / getting
Outta control / I’m getting
Out of control
Outta control / getting 
Outta control / getting 
Outta control / you’re getting
Out of control
Outta control / I’m getting
Outta control / you’re getting
Outta control / we’re getting
Out of control

Out of control
We’re out of control
All out of control
We’re all out of control

Out of Control (still)

As the title says these are thoughts for a summer day:  
Take a break from technology here and there;
Have some hope in humanity;
do what you can to make it a better world; 
Try hard to find people who you vibe with and enjoy their company.

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THOUGHTS FOR A SUMMER SUNDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 01 2024

Looking at the sunrise, 
flowing through the dusty blinds,
bleary-eyed, not really wanting to wake.  
Taking a deep breath and stretching away the sleep. 
I know it's gonna be a good day.
I Hope!  it's gonna to be a good day.

Skip the 'get ready' lyrics, hit the street, 
knowing it's for sure cold out there.

I hear the sounds, and the smells of my main street,
climate change giving a bit of repreive, 
from the usual deep freeze.
I know I shouldn't say it, but I like the warmth.

The familiar people I see in the hood, 
wishing the trees were green and the sun
bathing us with its warmth, 
as the winter concludes.
We're wishing for an end to the cold,
careful what you wish for!

Ch.
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about.
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Ya... turn on the TV and it's the same-same.
Smartphone, computer... the same-same.
Everyone trying to yell louder than everyone else.

Hearing the bell on the steeple a block away,
being a non-church type, I say hey...
Hard to say anything without sounding like a preacher,
but sometimes we need a little faith, in hard times,
a little faith, in ourselves, a little faith, in hard times,
find the strength, in these hard times, 
we want the same.

Ch. 
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about. 
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Guit solo.

Ch.

Thoughts For A Summer Sunday

Strut Your Stuff

Go visit Billy on his page , we do a lot of collabs together , he is very talented
https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics:-
The slow dance
Into the madness
Tango into the darkness
Of HyperNovelty
Its there for us to see

The Pianist plays
A sad refrain
For thrones and crowns
And palaces to fall
All the King's men 
Could never repair this at all 
The know it all Generals
So draped in their medals
And pumped up with their pride
All the king's horses can run
But they never can hide

Because of the bloodline
They take it for granted
That they are better
Than you or I

But we are all equal
Our faults and our gifts
And no one is better
Than you or I

The Pianist plays
A sad refrain
For thrones and crowns
And palaces to fall
All the King's men 
Could never repair this at all 
The know it all Generals
So draped in their medals
And pumped up with their pride
All the king's horses can run
But they never can hide

No one is better
No one is better
No one is better
No one is better

The slow dance
Into the madness
Tango into the darkness
Of HyperNovelty
Its there for us to see

The Pianist plays
A sad refrain
For thrones and crowns
And palaces to fall
All the King's men 
Could never repair this at all 
The know it all Generals
So draped in their medals
And pumped up with their pride
All the king's horses can run
But they never can hide
All the King's horses can run
But they never can hide


Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2024

All The King's Horses

All The King's Horses - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

For The Glory Of Love.

‘don’t wanna feel’ is a song about when my dad left and the abandonment issues I developed from that, it was a really rough time for me at first but over time I realised that it was for the better after information about his behaviour was revealed to me, I still suffered from abandonment issues and I didn’t want my partner to leave like my dad did, this song goes between me singing about my dad and my experiences to the chorus talking about how I wanted my partner to ‘stay by my side, till I die’ I didn’t want to feel at that point of my life, it was a lot for me, this song is very personal and is actually my first full song :)

don’t wanna feel

The next part in the series of The Ancient Files
This part features @juxtamusic and @icondark 

Lyrics -

I head out across the fields
Avoiding the burning trees
I realise I can still feel
As I’m showered by the ash of the leaves
I hear a distant squawking
Of a bird flying overhead
Circling around me
Like a vulture over the dead
He’s followed me for miles
He’s as curious as me
I’m feeling like we’re bonding
In the confusion of what we see
He’s getting closer minute by minute
Now he’s feet away from me
Something spooks him
All of a sudden I blink
And he’s gone

Over here

Who is that?

I haven’t seen a soul
For so very long
Don’t know if I can trust you
I guess I’ll move along
It’s not safe in the open
You know that they might see you
Find somewhere to hide
Somewhere out of sight
Away from this place
I took too much of a risk
I think they sense me
I think this might be the end
But I don’t really care
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready

Wait, you’re the only other person I’ve seen
Don’t go

The Sixth File

"The Turtle Project" started out as exactly that, a project, a songwriting project that was born from years of being a musician in many bands, doing countless gigs, naturally gathering experience and inspiration until, one day, I stumbled upon the fact that I could actually put those experiences and many others into words. The composing aspect grew from that into what it is today ...
My way of life .

The Sixth File

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