Lilac Wine (Cover)

Might need to turn it up a little:)
**remixed 12/23 to fix boomy guitar and adjust eq on multiple tracks:)***
All rights reserved 12/5/2022
Artwork by Robin F. Williams 

I know… if I look away
I’m better off to see…
Time in a different way
And how it should be…
The minutes move so slowly
And sow their seeds…
Morning takes away the darkness
Eventually…

And if…I don’t miss the chance
To take it all in inside
Before walls come crumbling down
And we run and hide…
The hours show so little mercy 
Don’t you see
That we’re given what we need
Eventually…

The hours show so little mercy 
Don’t you see
That we’re given what we need
Eventually…

Eventually

Soothing Slow Rock Ballade, inspired by the amazing music made back in 70´and 80'. Love can hurt and this track captures exactly that

Take Me

Some things belong underground, though they may emerge every now and then to feed in the night.

"The Busy Worms" is a sweet little bedtime story about things which wiggle and dance in the serious moonlight. So let's dance. But then it's time for bed.


LYRICS
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(What? Oh I guess I can tell you one little story. Ok, lay down...)

A wee little wiggle, deep underground
Turn of the shovel, see what we've found
Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

Now don't worry darling, don't catch a fright
The worms are just hungry, they feed in the night
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
Dance in the moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

The earth is no object, it's just passing through
They keep the soil healthy for me and for you
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
The serious moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Did you ever think when a hearse drives by
That you may be the next to die?
They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
That covers you from your head to your feet
They'll lower you down in a deep dark pit
And leave you alone to rot in it
The big black bug with the big red eyes
Crawls in your innards and out your sides
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They dance the watusi upon your snout
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

(Good night, sweet dreams. See you in the morning!)

The Busy Worms

This my first ever song with lyrics. 
The piano version of this song is at 
https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-new-years-queue-piano-miniature
Check out my other music here: https:\\konrad-spittelberg.carrd.co

In the New Year's Queue

On a crisp and sunny morning, I step inside the market hall
Buying treats and sparkling wine, for our New Years party at night fall
My thoughts are drifting to the evening, dreaming of a joyful night
I dream of dance, of friends of fancy fashion– tonight is gonna feel allright

And then arrive at the counter - no, that's euphemistic to say
‘cause the end of the line is 20 meters away
Patience tested but my pulse still stays rested
I glance at my watch, just sufficient time still at hand
But if I get delayed, my day won't go as I planned
“Come on, why can’t you just move along?”

An elderly 
-- couple decides that they want to get 
--rid of all their coupons
They search their bags with amazing endurance - it’s a geriatric marathon
They turn each leaflet individually – is it still good?
I feel the pressure slowly rising under my hood
 
why do I have to waste my time in line - what's the deal?
how did I end up here - I must attest -- this gets a surreal feel
Every minute feels like hours, I’ve got to  go
Stuck in this snail trail that is creeping so slow

--- A man wants to pay 
his whole purchase with coins and he counts them with intricate care 
--- But then he mixes them up 
and so the count repeats again, 
--- as the line waits in ever increasing despair
his fingers start to tremble even more 
as he tries to build piles
 --- if it were for me
I would strongly support a law 
That would put this guy  into eternal exile

 Clench my fists till they’re white
Try to resist the anger that is building up inside of me
Hormones storming, my vision forming a tunnel
That is filled to the top with a bloody red sea
I must confess, it was no clever plan
To use my cart, As a battering ram
First it caused a shopping cart traffic jam
And then the first blow started to hit  into my belly

You will understand that I needed to defend my stand
Fists were flying there were children crying I did not care
Rage was holding me in its clutch
My composure breaking, this was getting too much
As I went down under kicks and blows


And the last thing that I’m able to recall
I was smashed against a wall
It nearly  broke  my skull
Conciousness waved politely bye bye 

I woke up the following day in a hospital
the bruises were not really critical
but my enthusiasm for this new year had faded to null

Around next Christmas, 
I'll mind my own business
And leave all the parties behind 
And will try  …
… to unwind

The New Year's Queue (Lyrics version)

A New Saga

Hello everyone, 
Sometimes things happen in life that we never expected. 
When David Dunham asked me if I would orchestrate and sing his song “Faithful and True,” Of all people, I couldn't understand why he was asking me. I was surprised – and deeply honored. He wrote this song many years ago.

This song tells a story that probably affects us all in one way or another: the question of whether love will endure when life challenges us. It speaks of longing, of the inner struggle between desire and responsibility - and of the strength to remain faithful despite everything.

I delved into this song and tried to design it musically so that its message reaches exactly where it belongs - directly into the heart. “Faithful and True” is not a typical love song, but rather a reflection on love in all its facets: beautiful, painful, deep...

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"Faithful And True" (written by David Dunham)

I recall the day I said "I do",
I never thought that I could love anyone
Like I love you,
But of late I'm really not so sure
That the promises we made can hold
Us together as we both grow older
With each day.
Is it possible for love to endure?

But I've made up my mind.
I've made my choice,
This feeling will pass but never the voice,
That tells me I must remain,
Faithful and true.

It doesn't stop the pain of admitting what can never be,
But if love has any meaning it is found in trust,
And not in what we feel.

Instrumental

It doesn't stop the pain of admitting what can never be,
But if love has any meaning it is found in trust,
And not in what we feel.

There's a sadness as I say farewell
To a love that promised more than I could ever tell,
Or at least that is the way it seemed
To a man who found himself in love
With another 'till he counted the cost of fantasy.
It was more than he ever dreamed.

But I've made up my mind.
I've made my choice,
This feeling will pass but never the voice,
That tells me I must remain,
Faithful and true.

Composer / Lyrics / Guitar: David Dunham
Vocals / Orchestral Arrangement: Axel Menningen

Faithful And True (by David Dunham)

Demo written, performed, and produced in Logic by Kate E. Stanton 2/15/25
No scientific method for the soul. 
Song Number 8 #FAWM

Nothing to Prove

She’s got nothing to prove, 
she’s got nothing left to lose.
Burned every bridge that wasn't halfway
she’s learned this.

Why should she listen to you?
Why would she listen to me?

She has danced in the dark, now she finally breathes.
Every step she takes sets her soul free.
Every breath she inhaled makes her believe.

There’s only One she’ll kneel to.
She’s got wounds that They can heal, too.
Every shadow she’s faced helped her ghosts erase
And she’s owned this.

Why should she listen to you?
Why should she listen to me?

All opinions drown authenticity.
Now the echoes of war cry out for the way
she beats them into a pulp by telling the truth

She’s got nothing to prove, she’s got nothing left to lose.
No more battles to fight no more sides to choose
and she’s earned this.

Lilac Wine (Cover)

Coral