Love what youve done - also i discovered gabriels because of this - thanks!

I always liked to pitch and tune OG songs I taught I was the only One

Loving this listen...lots of mix genre variation that I adore XOXOXO

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dank mulder . scully . moritz . radiofip . derjugend . demalter . rina . deminternet .  argonerd . sebastian . marge . homer . christoph . stefan

agit acid pop

Performed, written and produced by JLC 
Copyright 2022

Once, once in awhile
I sigh
And once, once in awhile
I cry
For her, for her I would
give it all
Alas, I can give no more...

Weep, weep like the
rain soaked tree
She sleeps, she sleeps
for eternity
For her, for her
I would give my life --
a life I can love
no more

(Why)For she, she was (is)
the one I loved --
now she is the one
I mourn...

Lyrics by Jonas L. Cockson

"In Mourning"

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Resistance (Free Download)

Can't Hear You

'Crossing The Boundary' Is a Jazz Fusion piece inspired by the growing sense of a lack of compassion and respect for one another and the land. The building in the cover image and taken by Freddy Bence, demonstrating what I am sensing "world wide". A downward spiral in care for ouselves and our surroundings.
However, forever the optimist, I look forward to an upward turn in the situation, when common sense once again hits in.
My thanks to Freddy for his superb camera skills and you can visit his page here: https://soundcloud.com/fjbence

Thank you for listening and any comments you care to leave will be received with much gratitude.
Alan

Light The Candle Please

Crossing The Boundary

I am ME, and I am You-min. Anything else within these two lines is simply... All Good. 

Making up boxes, no matter how one frames it, is just prop-a-gating the same ole' divisive cracks under a fresh coat of bad faith-paint. So stop marking up tribal bounds, and instead, let's all BOND within the only Spectrum that should really matter: this gorgeous You-n-I-verse that we all share.

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LYRICS

How do you grope about
with eyes popped wide when there's no view 
of what stretches behind the salt suss-pression of 
your sticky-sweater skin?

Do fingers ball up, full exploratory-like
Flail away in fistfuls
Fuzzy flurry of Punch & Ply
Do digits dance delicate 'twixt the dunes
to dowse what fiery diary swells within?

***

Why do we trope around
Big Lies plopped down wide open, peer-review
a spectrum skew molded by-the-bi trap within?

Genitalia vibrant stroke impressions
Hexadex or Binary, veiled hue expression
'Box be box' in spite of facets or dimension --
it still walls us in...

***

What makes a fellah-fellah
...stakes a sistah-sistah
...slakes a mallow-yellow
...wakes a mistah
Whoda howda whyda focus on special 
kindsa tribal lines and gloves?

What fakes a feelah-feelah
...cakes a mistah-sistah
...shakes a twistah-listah
...breaks a blistah
why wouldn't ya want an all-encompassing 
kinda it's-all-good full life to love?

***

Why do the hokey-pocus
...lose the larger focus
...choose the lie that chokes us
...rue the roost with spose-dahs?

You R you N you Are you-min
time to toss the tribes
and share one

LOVE

****************************************************

Gro(w)ping Thru The F(l)og

Lyrics:
This crawl space is a little tight,
As everything surrounds me at night.
It isn't right the way I'm packed away, not on ice.
I try to be real quiet,
but I guess I woke the giant,
I couldn't help it.
And now the sky is angry with me.
I don't see,
it's far too dark for sight.
Crawling isn't for me,
I'd much rather fly away.
I try to be on time.
I lost track of myself somewhere,
I could not help it.
And everyone seems to be gone.
Just in case you didn't hear, me.
I'll try to be ever more clear.
Can't see my face but I'm down here.
Heavily insulated crawl space,
what will I do?
Some day I will find my way.

Crawl Space

Changling

The poet Paul Valery said in a poem, The deepest thing in man is the skin. The skin is the surface that others see or touch; it is a presentation of the self to others. And that is where we believe, feel and suffer everything that happens to him. As if this were the great organ of sensibility.

Watching the Sprinklers

As deep as the skin

As Deep as the Skin

Based on a few lines written in a delerium

Dear Doctor, Thank you for the pills that counteract the pills,
that counteract those pills that make me want to vomit on your floor.
I don't even know  just exactly what all these pills are for.

Angelina, mistress of the pricks, I love your acupuncture and your oriental tricks,
I've been longing for you since my boat went down.
If you pay me in sugar I will be your clown.

Holy Mary, Mother of the Gods, I've broken all my promises, beaten all the odds,
But my hands are cold and my mind is numb.
You promised me the world but all I got was crumbs.

Dearest Rachel, I see that you've been blessed by the songs of love and longing,
by the beauty of your flesh, I hear a distant bell, I hear a funereal song,
That sweet and easy feeling that I used to have is gone.

I'm falling backwards, trying to reach the start of the long and lonely journey to the centre of my heart,
if I seem lost sometimes, give me another dose.
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere but I think I'm getting close.

Mona Lisa, diva in the clouds, there's a tear in every marriage, a fool in every crowd,
You were invisible when I tried to break through.
Now I got that sinking feeling that I'm invisible too.

Dearest Doctor, I've heard that it's been said that for sixty quid an hour you could rearrange my head,
but do you really think that you could ever heal
these wounds that I've been nursing or the thoughts that make them real.

My Dearest Doctor. Steve Killingbeck

Composed and produced by Val Akey.
Used and programmed VSTIs:
- Drums: MTPowerDrumKit2;
- Bass: Broomstick Bass;
- Piano: FL Keys;
- Guitar: RealLPC+GuitarRig5.

Release date: 28 August 2020

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