Keep on shining

Bass guitar(s) Trevor Thompson
Drums by Eric Wiegmann https://www.bandlab.com/ericwiegmanndrums/her-storm-d3d879c5?revId=1766b78a-67fe-ea11-96f5-501ac5b31de6

Her Storm

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Highway killer

I don’t care about the price of gasoline
I push the pedal to the max
I’m speeding on the left trail and when I see swine
I’m counting on my fast reflex

Out off my way! 
Hear what I say!
Crash into you!

I’m the Highway killer, I’m the Highway killer
The meanest Porsche chiller!

Rolling, rolling over children, mom and dad
Grandma’s rollator was not fast enough
Slow, old pedestrians are driving me so mad
I crush them with a subtle laugh

Out off my way! 
Hear what I say!
Crash into you!

I’m the Highway killer, I’m the Highway killer
The meanest Porsche chiller!

Hunting animals with my radiator-grill
Some trophies hanging on my wall
Who would dare to stop me against my will
I shoot policemen in the head

Out off my way! 
Hear what I say!
Crash into you!

I’m the Highway killer, I’m the Highway killer
The S.U.V. caviller!

Giacomo Rossi: Vocals https://www.youtube.com/@GiacomoRossi92
Dirk Radloff: All instruments, production
Music and lyrics by Dirk Radloff

Highway Killer

wine

Inspired by Eloy and Yes, this is my first finalized song of the year. It wouldn't be possible without Blessed Studio, Indonesia. More info soon.

Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki.
Arrangement and Production by Blessed Studio, Indonesia.

Look around
What you see
It is quite another view
What you are
What you'll be
It's the mystery of you

You don't know
Try to find
But you'll never know the truth
There's a lock
On your heart
If you tear this lock apart

You will see
The daybreak rainbows
Waiting for
Showers of your rain
You are not insane
You are not insane
You are not insane

No

Pedestals of greatest minds caught in acid blast
Temples crumble, masses rumble to the Neverlast
Storm is coming, hide you child in your endless dream
Reality is a monster, it ain't what it seems

Crash you down and paint you gray, that's what she would do
But reality is over now, the dream belongs to you
A better life inside your mind, learn to make it real
Heal the masses, let them see, let them live and feel

Someday
I'll find a light there
Inside my soul so blue
I'll find a path that's true
I'll tramp it all the way

Slowly
I'll step inside this
Door to ancient light
Forget the concrete night
And follow to the day

Maybe
You will follow
And you will go my way
All pain will go astray
And we will be as one

"Daybreak Rainbows" (2023)

Featured on the album 'Welcome to Dystopia Land' https://on.soundcloud.com/vX696

Feel So Blue

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Wrong Turn Blues

A DEVILISHLY HARD TUNE THAT IS NOT MEANT TO SOOTH BUT TO PROVIDE ANGST ALL THE WHILE KEEPING A BEAT THAT SATIATES AND VIBRATES.   ENJOY THIS RIDE OF DARK PROPORTIONS...BIG LOVE ALWAYS///ROOTS!!!
AUDIO SAMPLE: THE PLATTERS "SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES"

SATANS BLINDFOLDED ACCOMPLICE

Groovin The Moves - Remastered

collaboration with Noxpox,Vox Jaya.Check out noxpox (page 12) on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/hQNUK

Punkys Drop Out-Noxpox

A grand Collaborative Collison between WE Three-- Hats off to Jo and Mark and a blg thanks for lncludlng me, Such a TREAT to make and hear!! Cheers and thanks to all those that may peruse__

poem / copyright jo richter:

he had thrown shells
through bedroom windows
watched debris rain down
on strollers and dogs

his patriot self
got lost in the trenches
he watched himself die
survive and fight on

STAINED-GLASS PROPOSAL
RE-WATCHED ON A SMARTPHONE
MONOLITH LONGING
AS THE BATTERY DRAINS

she watched the news
frontlines too static
left to fetch water
thirsting for hope

she tried to comfort
a spark without flame
when little remains
you pick up what's left

A TOWNHOUSE WEDDING
FIVE DOZEN BRIDES
A DAY BEFORE LEAVING
A TENDER WHITE LIE

warfare has lingered
lining live ghosts
acting and watching
in camouflage clothes

Keep on shining

KimBo

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