February 24th 2022 #2

I caught my 8-yo daughter Hannah improvising freely and just added some synths

Shut up (by Hannah)

I was born over 600 years ago 
I remember the evening quite clearly  
I was a farmer with a wife and two children in tow 
And I recall that I loved them quite dearly 

But I patronized a brothel, a poor choice so it seems 
You see, my wife was a god-fearing person 
And I suffered from deviant sexual dreams 
That left unfulfilled would certainly worsen 

Having chosen a prostitute and agreed on a rate
At my request, hands and feet both were bound 
She climbed onto my face and with the force of her weight 
In her womanly juices I drowned 

And I awoke to be this hideous creature 
The need for food and water now moot 
I possessed did I this hideous feature 
To live, I must consume the juice produced within the feminine fruit 

Vampire
I thrive on what a woman produces 
I’m nourished by her vaginal juices 
Vampire 
Vampire

Vampire
It’s strange the things that fate often brings us 
I’m starving to perform cunnilingus 
Vampire 
Vampire

So for 600 years now, I seek the places women dance 
The food supply is marvelously ample 
Once I lock onto a victim, I can put her in a trance 
Allow me to provide you an example:

I’ll spot a girl who’s young and pretty,  perhaps a bit naive 
Like grocery shopping, learn to read the label 
And I’ll coax her into trusting me, “i’ve got nothing up my sleeve” 
And then arrange for us to have a corner table 

I’ll say something, like  “you’re lovely what brings you here  tonight 
And she’ll respond with BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH 
And I’ll say “my goodness aren’t you witty, so refined and erudite” 
And then she says “YA DA YA DA YA DA YA DA YA DA” 

I’ll flag the waiter:  “please bring a water for my very thirsty friend 
For the best juice, you should keep your prey hydrated 
And after all these years of practice, I’ll guarantee by evening’s end 
Between her naked thighs my hungry face and mouth will be completely situated 


Vampire
I bring women such immense satisfaction 
With the technique I employ for extraction  
Vampire 
Vampire

Vampire
A vagina’s like a sponge yet it’s porous 
I know my way around a clitoris 
Vampire 
Vampire

But There were nights when even Michael Jordan wasn’t on his game
As is true in any specialized endeavor 
In spite of all my successes, all the women who have came 
It was such a night that changed my life forever 

This gorgeous gal sat all alone and I had no time to grapple 
The club was closing and I was very near starvation 
I sat with her and as we spoke I observed an adam’s apple 
But I ignored that and won the battle of persuasion 

We left the club together, arm in arm with no refusal 
And once in her apartment safely in 
She sat down on the couch, I dove between her legs as usual 
But found a penis where vagina should have been 

I thought, After 600 years, am I kicking the bucket?  
As I was face to face with this lady’s throbbing dick 
In desperation, I decided, that I’d might as well just suck it 
And the protein I extracted from this gorgeous lady’s penis did the trick! 

Vampire
600 years ago could not have forseen this  
In a pinch you can just substitute a penis 
Vampire 
Vampire 

Vampire
This story wasn’t really meant to offend you 
It’s just I’ve doubled up the size of my menu 
Vampire 
Vampire 


The BDSM-Trans-Bi-Sexual Secretions Vampire Tango

Murph & The Murphtones live at the Holiday Inn

BOBA T

This AMAZING guitar Compostiion was written by Neno J. from Croatia

The original composition is here: https://soundcloud.com/user-442202241/sparks

Lyircs & Vocal composition by The Beautiful Dark


Sparks

Good holiday heart luminate those fingers
True talent traced fragile like mind that lingers
Good great perform in this haystack of love
Be needle of life found as system of Dove

Sparks
Larks
Take your reigns
Mark new dimension
Life has music to save
Ahhhhhhhh
To bread bin
To art
Library of smart
"Lagani prsti"
Philosophy chart
Music has life to save through heart
Ooo Ooo Ooo Ooo

Energy flow
Be luminous
Know framed stoic like show
Good avatar
Let it go
Spark these string fueled fingers
Got glow
Energy flow
Be luminous
Know
Get glow
Energy flow
Good avatar let it go

Sparks

The blue stag tells the vocation to the young Indians.

blue stag

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A simple  '80s styled bum-shaker I completed recently.

Mt Vesuvius

Original song by John Denver

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Annie's Song (live acoustic cover, orig. song by John Denver)

Karma is watching you

maybe it's just me, but the end of summer has always felt like someone suddenly flipped a switch and changed everything overnight. the light, the air, the mood, everything. of course, there's this spectacularly beautiful transition called indian summer in canada and north america, and simply "herbst" here. but the beginning of this magnificent end always feels abrupt to me. recently, it happened again. just like when I was a child, I felt a sense of melancholy, as if it were a permanent farewell. maybe for it will actually be that way. someday.

anyway, in 1981, I had the bizarre idea of writing a musical. I was attracted by the complex challenge. but, above all, it was because I had always been immensely impressed by the musicals of the 60s and 70s: just freaking divine melodies, usually too dramatic, playful and operetta-like for radio.

I got started and wrote a musical about mice (while in london someone way more talented was creating one about cats;-) of course, autumn had to play a role, with all the feelings I associate with it, which I also attribute to mice. scene: two mice sitting together, watching a beautiful sunset, one of them starts singing and dancing.

over the past 40 years, I have reinterpreted the theme of this special part countless times (just example in the case of massive curiosity: ( https://youtu.be/az0T2Uzkgk0?si=QLOK4hJ5i5GcsDbr ), but it has only now become a song with the vocals written once.

I’d also like to share the very first sketch on the subject, once recorded in my band's rehearsal room with a working text. we shared the room with a keyboardist with an unimaginable amount of money. this allowed him to afford things I secretly used for this recording: a brand-new wonder machine called the teac tascam portastudio 244 80s 4 track multitrack cassette tape recorder!!! a yamaha cp 70 grand piano!!! a korg cx-3 organ!!! and a roland tr-808 rhythm composer!!! absolutely insane!!! the rest is my “voice” and, of course, the strat.

And since I’m already at it, I created a template-free hip hop interpretation of the lyrics that more closely reflects my current mood, which is certainly age-related;-)

©music and lyrics written by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover and vocal performance by suno 4.5+

One last warm ray of sunlight.
reflected in the leaves' dance.
A flock of birds flies away.
A sky full of differences.

Nothing blooms or sparkles in the air anymore.
Only the weary scent of farewell.
Of all the strength that once was.
Now, only memories remain.

A quiet dying, piece by piece.
Looking forward, we look back.
To everything light and carefree,
that returned every morning.

as if nothing was ever too late.
Because time turns in circles.
in a boundless world,
where nothing lasts forever.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?

Colourful and enchantingly beautiful to this day.
A play of colours, no farewell.
One last warm ray of sunshine.
There won't be another one.

There won't be another one.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?


Spürst du das auch? (Musical Version)

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