Bringing feelings of the past for me great track.🔥🔥🔥💯

The Forest

Hey… Thanks for dropping by. As a young boy, around sixty years ago, I used to like to listen to old people as they rambled on with stories about their lives. I really enjoyed those stories. I am an old man now, and I tend to ramble on, as well. This song is about that…. as I wake up to a chilly autumn morning. I have been busy ‘buttoning things up’ for winter. Collecting seeds, preparing garden beds, raking leaves, moving stuff inside, winterizing my home, getting winter gear ready, and other such sundry tasks, some of which I had forgotten about, like filling a tub with gardening soil and compost for planting seeds next spring. So I put the tub right by my front door. Ha. I have mixed feelings about heading into another long mountain winter. Throw old age into the mix and boy, am I having fun. I have also been sitting outside quietly, as flocks of birds fly by. Some flocks temporarily stop here to rest and feed, before winging off. It is fascinating to watch the dynamics of the flocks and how different kinds of birds interact. There are high flying geese, cranes and ducks overhead as well. All those birds are vocal, and when I am outside working, I tend to whistle along with them. They don’t seem to mind. The relative harmonious balance of it all is so refreshing to watch. Although a robin, or two, in the mountain ash always seems to be chasing other robins away from the berry laden tree. There are more berries in that tree than all those robins could ever eat, and I watch as the chased away robins sneak back into the tree. Some older birds die here in the yard, as they are no longer up for the long migration ahead. Sad to see. I often find one or two of them, dead each year, huddled peacefully in the deep grass, or hidden elsewhere. It has also snowed several times here in October… Hope you’re doing well. Mark  

Autumnal Ramblings Of An Old Man

So.. with no way of converting a CD to our digital currency..I held my IPhone up to the last existing CD player and speakers.. in my wife’s office!…This is the absolute first rehearsal of this kick ass tune🕺🏼written by Chris Bennet.. a cherished friend and bandmate.. he passed in 2014🥵🙏 circa 2002.. my band had some interest from recording companies…we actually got to do a showcase @ The Viper Room., in LA., June, 2002.., brought out by the management from the band Tantric…🙌.. the lawyers didn’t know how to market us.. late twenties.  Early thirties.. too rock for country.. too country for Rock.. last show played in September 2003.. Chris Bennet is on  the left.. next to me!  Oh well.. all I wanted.. didn’t @ happen for me.. it’s okay.. I love being on the Cloud.. with all.. and anyone who wants to join! RIP.. Chris!💔🙌🙏 fantastic friend, guitarist, songwriter, singer.. he always encouraged me.. not just in what we did.. but also.. @ life! Yes! Recorded on a Radio Shack 4 channel mixer.. into my cassette Fostex 4 track recorder!!🙌🙌🙌🤩 check out our Eclectic Collective versions..it’s called Happy Ever After…the fellas did it so much justice! Yes!!!

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Bennet-live nostalgia

they say you live to learn. however, this dutiful view ignores that there are things worth perceiving and experiencing that only become apparent when you do the opposite: unlearn. unlearn routines, rules, patterns, standards and schemata with which we fill the drawers of our worldview as if that somehow made us wiser. in the end, we know nothing at all, and that to perfection. like grandmasters of a pentatonic riff.

what about things that challenge the familiar in an engagingly irreverent way and openly question everything we've learned? dadaism, for example, which I btw associate with the only instance of unlearning I regret: the loss of most of my knowledge of french.

in the 70s I spent a lot of time in la rochelle and I was able to converse avec les gens là-bas almost as a matter of course, even though, as proud french people, they didn't even consider speaking a little slower and more clearly for me. no mercy!

this fabulous period was followed by decades without any linguistic contact. so, when I finally had the chance to speak french with someone again, I couldn't remember anything. zero. all gone. just fragments. and that despite the fact that I had even written a french poem (ok, admittedly with the help of the fave cactus fruit of mr. leary, which https://soundcloud.com/imre-lodbrog has just sung about that unparalleled brilliantly. 

I dedicated the poem to alfred jarry, ingenious pioneer of dada. (further dedication stuff https://youtu.be/TvBhSEF0H6I?si=O9IgVXlscnHy97s2 ).

unlike my language skills, the poem has remained to this day, as well as two attempts from back then to set it to music.

the first was just purist: spoken vocals with melodic tendencies, accompanied by medieval 4/4 percussion and sparse low strings, later adding third and fifth voices like minstrel singing.

the second version was due to my absolute love of serge gainsbourg's songs (especially with jane birkin) and my fascination with the arrangements/melodies of french ballads from the late 60s and early 70s.

there were rough demos of both, but never the vocals I had in my head. until today. 

it's nov 1st, the anniversary of jarry's death. and I thought I'd pay him tribute. with both versions, which he would surely have found merde!

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

for reasons of space, an english translation can be found under the second version.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Si les miroirs mentent ou rêvent de leurs reflets,
Si Dieu écrit encore quand sa plume tremble,
Ou si le temps s’endort dans un verre de lait.

Pourquoi les chaises songent aux jambes perdues,
Et les fenêtres prient pour rester éveillées ?
Le vent qui passe écrit des mots inconnus
Sur les rideaux froissés de la vérité.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, j'explique le monde

Un chat s’endort debout, prophète de l’absurde,
Son œil comprend ce que ma tête refuse,
Il dit : « Penser, c’est creuser un trou sans mur, »
Puis rit d’avoir compris qu’il s’y amuse.

Les montres saignent lentement leur heure creuse,
Un coq de fer annonce un matin inutile,
Je cherche un sens, il fuit, rieur, sous la pelouse,
Et me fait signe d’un geste immobile.

Dans une auberge ...

Si le silence a peur des horloges qui chantent,
Alors le cri des fleurs devient une prière,
Et le néant, coiffé d’une ombre élégante,
Apprend à danser dans la poussière claire.

J’ai vu le ciel écrire en bleu sa lassitude,
Les anges, las, buvaient du thé sans éternel,
Et chaque goutte avait le goût des habitudes
Qu’on oublie mal, même au fond du réel.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je demeure,
Entre la tasse et le doute, un peu penché,
Le monde tourne, ivre, en cherchant sa rumeur,
Et moi, je bois pour ne pas y penser.

Dans une auberge ...

L'Auberge Absurde 1

Disconnected

A better World

This is the first track of a new album entitled Doors to Silence. My lyrics were inspired by Sri Aurobindo's The Word of Silence. The mantra "Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu" helps to remove us from our thoughts... it means "May all creatures everywhere be happy and free, and may my thoughts, words, and actions contribute to that happiness and freedom of all.”


Om  ... Om....Om 
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu

A bare and golden hush is now my mind
A world of sight clear… inimitable
A volume of silence by a Godhead signed
A greatness pure… virgin of will 

Once on its pages ignorance could write
In a scribble of intellect, the blind guess of Time
Gleam-messages of ephemeral light
Food for the souls that wander Nature’s rim 

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu

But now I listen to a greater Word
Born from the mute unseen omniscient Ray
The Voice that only Silence’s ear has heard
Leaps missioned from an eternal glory of Day 

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Om Om Om 

All turns from whiteness and unbroken peace
To a tumult of joy in a sea of wide release
All turns… all turns…
Into joy… into joy… into wide release 

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Om Om Om 

© Copyright, music and lyrics by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, November 2025. All rights reserved

Silence

Title: Visions
Album: Paradoxical Equilibrium
Number: 10
Artist: Mike Fitzgibbon

Visions

the other day my wife carina (cover pic from early 80s of a party-filled stay with friends somewhere in denmark) asked me why I didn't publish something positive again, something just uplifting without dramatic depth. otherwise, people might think I'm a gloomy sceptic, a notorious nihilist and a pessimistic misanthrope, which personally wouldn't bother me that massively;-)

but of course, she's right, and always being a sourpuss gets boring. so, the album ‘retrospective future’ which was originally intended to be a trilogy is now getting a fourth track: a song originally titled “was ist das her?”, which I wrote around 20 years ago with duet voices in my head – at a time when I thought the previous 20 years were an incredibly long time. interestingly, from today's perspective, I feel no significant difference between 20 and 40 years. however, it's a look back not with a tear in my eye but with a smile in my heart. 

tech: the only way to translate the lyrics so that they still fit the composition, and, above all, the original vocal rhythm was to paraphrase some phrases. I hope all native english speakers will forgive me for any mistakes. 

drilling the rhythm of singing with its pauses and emphases into the AI was surprisingly elaborate, despite the uploaded template. for something called 'intelligence', the machine is still incredibly stupid.

but all the work was worth it because the result is very close to my vision. even if it remains a digitally simulated sketch.

all that remains is to wish you all a wonderful weekend, and to send our deepest love to our dearest friends gary and terry, who are going through a really difficult time. you are the best – and always in our hearts!

https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs/a-mountain-message

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

After Party we still were dancing
While the night went off we never stopped
As the sunrise hit our faces
And we felt the world was ours on top

We were running, were rushing all night
Laughing loud like nothing could go wrong 
Every heartbeat felt like a star flight
And we wrote our dreams into the dawn 

So long ago, but we still know
The way those nights could heal us so
A distant light, a fading glow
Yet in our hearts it won’t let go

All our worries drifted away, hey 
We were floating high above the ground
Every moment a holiday, yay
And nothing held us, nothing tied us down

We had sworn that we'd never land, and
We'd keep dancing never asking why,
Dreams for living and life for dreaming
Too young to fall, just made to fly 

So long ago, but we still know
The way those nights could heal us so
A distant light, a fading glow
Yet in our hearts it won’t let go

So long ago, but we still hear
The quiet songs that led us near
A sweeter time, untouched by fear
Still echoing though none stay here 

So long, Ago

So long ago

A smooth cool jazz re interpretation of a classic standard by McCoy Tyner

Contemplation

SCREENS will eventually be released as part of a project titled UPTOWN that is scheduled for production in summer of 2026 and release in fall of 2027. This is a preview/demo of what's to come. 

LYRICS
Listen to the things that people say
Consider how the world is today
Freedom for people a world away
Prison for peasants in the walkway
Take up a pillar where you can lean
And hide yourself from the obscene
The world is scary people are mean
So between them put up a screen

Now you're free to engage
Eyes drawn to the light
Let out your social outrage
Make sure you pick the right fight
You can swipe it to the left 
while you move to the right
You don’t even have to wait 
till the middle of the night
You can do it in the morning 
on the bus ride to work
You can do it in the office 
to drown out the jerks
That are too busy talking 
when they should really disengage
And realign their focus
On the cross word page

When you get out on the street
You hear people telling lies
About the time they were offended
About the things that they despise
And yet on every corner
There’s a church with a priest
And an unwanted reputation
It don’t bother them the least
Cause they got bigger eggs to fry
Like the economy
And chasing foreign crooks
From the land of liberty
Same food on the table
Same hate in their heart
But they believe it’s getting better
Their belief is just the start

Listen to the things that people say
Consider how the world is today
Freedom for people a world away
Prison for peasants in the walkway
Take up a pillar where you can lean
And hide yourself from the obscene
The world is scary people are mean
So between them put up a screen

Screens (working mix 1)

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