Howdy Michael and how have you been! Fantastic song with awesome lyrics and vocals! Never knew this was a thing in Mexico! We're slowly drifting to something similiar to this now! Great job!👍😎✌🏼

Oh, year this is a horrible story, but this song is emotionally beautiful and very powerful!

A very good song with an interesting topic . Well done !

An amazing song with a powerful message that deserves to be heard!

Fantastic song Micheal, great sound & production.

The lyrics tell a tough story. Jail is no fun in any place and Mexico would not among the best. I like the slightly Mexican flavour in the backing sound, and the vocal is clear and musically articulate. A sweetly serious song about a place of torment.

great band ..moving story.. awesome!🎶🎤👍

The music distracts bittersweetly from the first theme. I really like it when the packaging doesn't match the content. It gives the song a whole different tension. Musically, the song is excellently arranged and recorded and conveys a rousing feeling.

Excellente piste 👏👏😊😉😎💕😍😻🙋👍

The latest from Ghost of The Enemy....Happy Canada day all!!!

Take it or leave it, truth best believe it
Gone is the season, here is the reason

We've gone to ground, Nothing to save when there's none left around.
We've gone to ground, nothing to hear only silence the sound
Gone to ground, silence all around

Love it or lose it, hurts you to choose it
Look for a meaning, which way are you leaning?

It's never clear, what we are doing here
Cursed by the darkness or kissed by the light
Holding on tight on this eternal flight
We've gone to ground

Gone To Ground

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin - All instruments and vocals.
Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

Tuning: Double Drop B
Instruments: Acoustic guitar, Slide Guitar, Bass, Shaker, Tambourine, Earbud can, Harmonica, Triple Maracas, Cowbell.

Lyrics:
I am the man they call Sue Monday
I used to ride in Tennessee
They finally caught me on a Sunday
Now they gonna crucify me

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

Caught me some red legs down in Georgia
Where they been burnin’ down the mills
They had our sisters in their saddles
And I got me four and twenty kills

Yeah they were dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right

She must be wonderin’ where I am now
She must be lookin’ for me
But I’m locked up in Louisville, Kentucky
And they are never gonna set me free free free

I’m gonna be dancin’ 
On nothing at all

And I made it right
Yeah I made it right
And I made it right right right right





Historical References:
https://www.counterpunch.org/2020/12/25/i-am-the-man-they-call-sue-mundy-civil-war-kentuckys-female-confederate-guerrilla/

https://www.womenhistoryblog.com/2014/05/exile-of-the-roswell-mill-women.html

Note: The phrase "dancin' on nothin'" is an archaic or idiomatic expression that means to be hanged or executed by hanging.

Red Legs - https://civilwaronthewesternborder.org/encyclopedia/red-legs

Youtube Podcast by Ron Coddington from Military Images Magazine:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrMToQTdAAw



Dancin' on Nothin'

"Balance" continues Moon and Aries’ genre-defying evolution, blending Neo Soul, Trip-hop, R&B, Electro pop soul into a dreamy, retro-futuristic composition. Jordana's evocative vocals float over hypnotic beats, a mellow guitar riff, and a soulful saxophone, creating a cinematic mood that is both introspective and transportive.  
This is the duo’s most meditative work yet — a lush invitation to explore the spaces between movement and stillness, emotion and reflection. 
"We wanted ‘Balance’ to sound like soul floating through a future skyline — sensual, spacious, and glowing with quiet intensity." – Moon and Aries 

Perfect for fans of Portishead, Morcheeba, Bonobo, and Zero 7, “Balance” showcases the duo’s unique ability to merge electronic sophistication with soulful vulnerability.

Balance

A Huge Thank You to my dear collaborator Frans Beelaard https://soundcloud.com/user-936947521 . I had send him this song in my version and it came back like this… :)
He played a bass line, 2 guitars, one lead and one rhythm. Also included is an acoustic drum track with 22" Zildjian ride & crash cymbals & tambourine and an acoustic piano track.
On top of that he also mixed and mastered the whole thing.
A great honor and pleasure for me.

The lines (edited, translated, modified, revised, retranslated, reedited…) originally derived from verse shards by two German poets: 
Stefan George (1868-1933), „Albagal“, 1892 and 
Durs Grünbein (born 1962), “Porzellan: Poem vom Untergang meiner Stadt“, 2006 and „Bericht von der Ermordung des Heliogabal durch seine Leibgarde“, 1999
I glued these verse shards together with a refrain.

During my research on porcelain I came along Kin Tsugi, a Japanese form of art, putting broken porcelain back together again. The picture shows such a piece.

Smashed Porcelain

1
Descend once more into the air-raid shelter. 
Observe:
Your ancestors, crowded together, in their final attire,

Comrades, hostages to mass hysteria,
How they curse, sob, 
Just moments ago uninhibited,
When the Führer arrived in the Mercedes of the Messiah.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Man…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

2
Oh, I’m descending a marble staircase.
A headless body lies in the middle. Once again.
There, the blood of my dear brother seeps out.
I gently gather up my purple train.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

3
Oh, oh, ohh…
Only 
Caesar didn't care ´bout anything. 
As he watched with glee 
When Rome sank to ruins 
Like a tourist from overseas…

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Well…
How long ago was that, you ask ?


4
Why complain, latecomer ? 
The city long gone before you were there 
Ahh, those teary eyes - 
They’re different from grey hair-air-air…

How long ago was that, you ask ? 
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?
Oh folks, I can't say.						

The only Word
For „Gone Forever“
Is „Today“.

Smashed Porcelain (wt Frans Beelaard)

I've flown in the air
I've sometimes even sailed the seas 
I've taken the railways
but I like to keep both feet on the ground

I've braved winters
and walked in the scorching heat
but that was yesterday
Today, what I prefer

is my home
the one I love
grabbing my guitar
and write songs
it's my home
doing what I love
and enjoying life
before it's too late
No, it's not too late

on the other side of the world
I've still had times when I've enjoyed myself
but there's nothing to do
Today, what I prefer

is my home
the one I love
grabbing my guitar
and write songs
it's my home

Jamais trop tard (Translated)

The Principles

Fearless Wisdom

This song is inspired by a true story of a Mexican citizen I met who was incarcerated for 3 years without ever being charged, tried, or sentenced. Sadly, this is all too common in Mexico: "Four out of every 10 Mexicans currently behind bars have not been convicted of a crime, according to new official statistics that experts say show the depth of injustice in the country . . . Much of the issue stems from Mexico's use of mandatory pretrial detention, or prisión preventiva oficiosa, a no-bail system in which those accused of certain crimes such as burglary, fuel theft, kidnapping, or drug trafficking can be jailed without probable cause and held for years without trial." https://www.axios.com/2023/07/25/mexico-pretrial-detention-andres-manuel-lopez-obrador

For those listeners unfamiliar with Spanish, "Déjame ir" means "Let me go".

Lyrics: 
Ominous early morning knock on the door
Cops swarm in, pin him down on the floor
No reading of rights, just knocks ‘n’ deep bruises
Cascade of bad-mouthing, it scares and confuses
Tossed in a small cell, no hearing or trial
With five other inmates, not even a smile
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?      

Every day’s a nightmare straight outta Hell
The bad guys are devils, the good guys as well
If the sicko don’t getcha, a brutal guard will
So, you gotta stay quiet, you gotta stay still
In the showers come the men, there’s probably four
This time it’s the pretty boy pinned to the floor
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?

The chow’s pretty scarce, he gotta get more
Soul sold for the right to set up a store
Just to earn a few pesos to keep up his strength
When hunger grips, you go to any length
Every week they come round for a piece of the action
And if he falls short, there’s a harsh reaction
A fist or a knife, a boot to the balls
For who or what is he taking this fall?

Bridge
All he is seeking is peace of mind
Away from the fist, the boot and the knife
Peace of mind, yeah, peace of mind
And the chance to start a new life, start a new life, start a new life

Five years on, he’s still in the jail
No trial date announced, no chance to get bail
Five years lost, his wife and kids gone
No money to speak of, house sold for a song
His best mate’s been in for 15 years
Still awaiting a sentence, he still knows the fear
Of a fist or knife, a boot to the balls
And the question why did he take such a fall?      (Déjame ir x muchos)

Credits:
Music, lyrics & vocals: Michael Sellers
Guitars & bass; keyboards; Sergio Aguilar
Accordion: Gonzalo (Chalo) Cardenas
Drums: Rodrigo Uribe
Production, musical arrangement, mixing & mastering: Sergio Aguilar
Cover design: Michael Sellers
Track cover photo: Image by Tim Hüfner on Unsplash

The Fist, the Boot & the Knife

Beat by:
PHVNTM SHVDW

Lyrics by:
PHVNTM SHVDW
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Mix/Master by:
PHVNTM SHVDW

Vocals by:
PHVNTM SHVDW
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Emperor

what I need, what U need

(WITH TRANSLATION) On a tenté une chanson disco... sans doute raté...mais au moins on espère qu'elle vous fera sautiller dans votre salon! 
We tried our hand at a disco song... probably failed... but at least we hope it will make you dance around your living room!

I’ve left scattered All around the house
Some ridiculous poems Drawings and songs
You’re never too much of a child, never innocent enough
You know me, I try everything, just in case, just in case
I’ve left in a notebook a bunch of admissions
Lists of supplies and full confession
You’re never too cautious, never prepared enough
You know me, I think of everything, just in case, just in case
Just in case I were to go mad
Just in case I became a nun
Just in case I left it all behind
Just in case, I played hopscotch
Just in case I reached the sky
Just in case I lost everything
I’ve left a few messages on magnetic tapes
Some pathetic farewells, sayings from great sages
You’re never too cautious, never eloquent enough
You know me, I’ll say everything, just in case, just in case
Just in case I were to go mad
Just in case I became a nun
Just in case I left it all behind
Just in case, I played hopscotch
Just in case I reached the sky
Just in case I lost everything

Au cas où  (Just in case)

Sacred Compliance

Michael Sellers is a guitar playing singer-songwriter from England, now living and recording songs in Merida, Mexico. 
Verified Artist on Spotify

Landing page: https://linktr.ee/michaelfirthsellers

The Fist, the Boot & the Knife

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