floating on a log

I found this early raw acoustic mix.
The Queen of this show is STILL here : @chris-okunbor
The electric (kinda finished) version is here : https://soundcloud.com/man-on-a-grill/dontpushbabe

chris O & mOag - dOn't push babe [rOOt mix]

Like Father, like Son....Jörg and his Son Maxim both played the drums on this little tune! Maxim clearly inherited the clockwork like precision of his father and a superbly musical feel! Damn good and a hell of a cool cat to work with! Enjoy!
First Drum part (the Jazzy entree) - Maxim Hünninghaus, Drums thereafter  -  Jörg, Bass and Keys - Reinhard Gleisner
Music by all three of us.
Cover Pic by Jörg.
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Pow R. Toc H. - Masters

Pow R. Toc H. - One Twenty

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Another of life's little tricks

Here comes part 2 of SP Groove featuring the Simon Phillips Jazz Drums AND the fantastic guitarwork of Daniele Turani.  @DanieleTurani 

Daniele Turani - guitars & production
Mirko Borach - bass & drumprogramming

© 2020 Mirko Borach
All rights reserved

SP Groove 2 (feat. Daniele Turani)

Original by FPMORINSTUDIO / Francois Pierre Morin composer

NUAGE 2020

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On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, "If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink”. - John 7:37


Bring the thirsty and let them drink.
Come over here and get a drink. 
This man says, “come to me and drink”.
And suddenly I had to turn and stop and think.
And face all my uncertainty.
And wonder about eternity.
And where to place my hope.

He says it's living water- 
flowing like a river-
through the life of the believer.
In the spirit of the savior. 
Poured into his endeavors-
With the seeker, the warrior, 
The thinker, deceiver. 
The never-receiver.
The almost-believer.

It's a life inside that’s more than you.
Extending through, out past your view.
Running past the walls of you.
Like the streams and rivers like to  do.

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P.S. I painted the picture in 1994 and recorded the song in 2020.  So technically this thing took 26 years before it was done ;-) 
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the great day

She trudged through the mud
Licking her fingers to savour that one last meal
Conscious of the townsfolk at her heels
Conscious
Just conscious from the beating she fled
Left half dead
Stinking of puss, cum, sweat and dirt
There were stains all down her skirt
That provided memories of the good times
The bad times
Each penny she had earnt
From the trade she'd learnt
And how the townsfolk mocked her for it
But she just did what she did to make ends meet
To put shoes on her children's feet
And food in their hungry mouths
She listened, sure that she could hear them crying from afar
But they were tucked up safely in their beds
Sure to be looked after by some kindly family
Who tell damaging tales of what mother was like
Stalking the streets at night
Propositioning under the moonlight
But as she cried "Murder! Murder!  Murder!"
Nobody heard her
Nobody chose to hear

Nobody Chose To Hear

Trap Door

Vocals, rhythm guitar, lead guitar, bass- Nic
Drums- Monkey Blood Lowdown
Lead Guitar-Admiral Krank 

Lyrics: Christina Rossetti, Nic
Music: The Monomentals

Greatest Hits

People are Food

People Are Food

a tune I made many years ago, repeat to not forget.

Better days

I should do more visual artworks but find myself playing the guitar instead .... basic influence and reason to buy a guitar many decades ago was english folk baroque style of Renbourn/Jansch. Actually met John Renbourn some years ago and he asked me why I didnt pick up my own folk tradition? ... yes why not... apart from that music is music.

Better days

jon spilde