Ich bin früher zu Hause
und  kann nicht glauben was ich
da seh
Du liegts in seinem Armen 
sein Arsch ist weiß wie Schnee

Eure Geilheit springt aus dem Zimmer
ihr schaut mich dämlich an
ihr habt Euch  fest umschlungen
wie ying und yang


Ich stehe vor Euch mit fragendem Blick
die Szene scheint still zu stehen
in tausend Filmen und noch viel  mehr
habe ich so etwas schon mal gessehen.

Doch jetzt bist Du es und leider acuh ich
mein Herz stockt  und mir wird ganz flau
Ich such nach Worten die ich abschiessen kann   
und alles was sage ist: Ciao.


Das Bild von euch beiden beim ficken
brennt sich in meinen Schädel ein

Ich nehme noch mit was ich bracuhen kann
dann lass ich euch allein.

so gehe ich langsam Stufe für Stufe 
und komme endlich unten an

Die Tür schließt sich und
bin ich ein freier Mann

Freier Mann

Demos 2021

You Walked In

Black & Blue

Plastic Life

Coma

Going back one hundred years blues has been inspired by the ABB verse and hard twelve hook/chorus. It was time to update the sound with an upbeat version titled: That's How I Roll. Enjoy.

That's How I Roll

Another faller, there's some thinning on the lines. 
I suppose this is to be expected over time.
A distant figure stumbles you don't see their face. 
Just glad that you are still competing in the race.

Another day, another dollar, feeling fine.
But then you hear the shots ring out from down the line.
Another winner creates someone else to lose. 
There's lots of people left with lots of things to prove.

You came to me, show me your poetry.
But I just didn't have the time.
How could I know?
One of the first to go.
And those that's left must hold the line.

Another day, another dollar, you're not fine.
You barely notice shells before they hit the line.
Another winner creates people who must lose.
You were enough. 
You had nothing left to prove.

Always sad when old souls fall out of the line.

Hold The Line

Written, recorded and produced at Cat Box Studio, Metro Detroit.

Lyrics:
My mind is floating on a sea of "running out of time".
I survive, barely getting good at barely getting by.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, and mental health.
You Don't hear a word I say.

Fall out from the navigation and a proper destination, pushing it aside.
Pause, rewind, reflect, refine. It doesn't work that way.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, and mental health.
You don't hear a word I say. You won't listen anyway.

It was wrong from the start.
Add it up and multiply. Set the bar, I'm still not getting by.

And our heart has spoken, but you see the words are broken.
You can't take another day.
Set aside dreams of wealth, your way of life, your sense of self.
You don't hear a word I say.
Stack them up on broken walls. Throw the stones and watch them fall.

You don't hear me, you won't listen, I can't take another day.

Pause, Rewind

Counting days of static gain, where all is lost, but stays the same
And I can't help you with my name.
All the points in between, fill with hope and gasoline.
Let's burn it down with alcohol and nicotine.

We were young and full of hope, but that was long ago I'm on my way.
Fortunes change and so have I, it's getting worse.....why should I try.

Capsize the battleship of lost ambition
The current side of alibies we left behind.
And the thought of gravity, the silence of obscurity,
It's weighing in on everything, and who and when to be.

We were young and full of hope, but that was long ago I'm on my way.
Fortunes change and so have I, it's getting worse.....why should I try.
Loosing ground and piece of mind. A dead end road I might just leave behind.

I might just leave it all behind
Praise the better days that pass us by.

Hope and Gasoline

04 Women

RAIN!

This is my new, and possibly final, album. I consider it the best work I've ever done and if I never make another album I would be happy to say that it all ended on this particular note.

Though I obviously have my own distinct sound and musical identity, I would say that major inspirations during my recording of this album would be David Bowie's Blackstar, Peter Gabriel's UP and Kate Bush's Ariel...at least in terms of all of those albums being eclectic studies in contrast and juxtaposition. Like those albums, each song has its own set of feelings and meanings and imagery...and I only hope that this album hits anywhere NEAR the level of artistry of those works. My goal is always to take the listener on a journey through dynamic peaks and valleys and leave them feeling well-traveled by the end of the experience. I want the experience to be impacting on deep emotional, intellectual and spiritual levels, and not just be aural wallpaper to serve as a mere backdrop.

I hope I have accomplished that goal, and I hope that people will take the time to actually LISTEN to this album...but that DOES take a certain level of commitment and an actual interest in music as art. If you have that, you may find this work gratifying. Many have said that it takes a couple listens to “get” what I do...and you may find that to be true as well.

I have made this album available on YouTube as a full album video with lyrics for free listening, as a free download on Noisetrade (link in comment below), and as a paid download on Bandcamp (also in comment below). I had planned on making some videos for some of these songs and to roll it out in a more commercial way, but given the times it seems wrong to me to do so. Above all else, I would would like my work to be heard and remembered. If something happens to me, I would like to know that people listened to and enjoyed my work on some level.

Mistakes Have Been Made

Wild is the Wind

03 - Wild Is The Wind

Song writer, Production, Dog owner....Mixing and mastering upon request.

Hope and Gasoline

Reedy