I'm Not Here

Vocals/Guitar/Lyrics - Eileen 

Sunday Weeping Willow

I set the table for one 
without meaning to
The curtains caught wind 
of what wasn’t true
Your tongue danced circles 
‘round cracks in the floor
You say too much 
and reveal so much more 

I bury ghosts in sand 
you won’t understand 
You cry for the comfort
not for what was lost 
You spoke like a saviour 
with smoke in your mouth
But your words were poison 
just pain heading south

Sunday, weeping willow 
Sunday weeping Willow 
Curses left me crying 
crying in my pillow

No need to shout
no need to lash out 
Your words said enough
They packed my  bags

Sunday weeping Willow 
Sunday weeping Willow 
Curses left me crying 
crying in my pillow

Sunday weeping Willow  
Sunday weeping Willow 

Sunday weeping Willow 
Sunday weeping Willow 

Eileen van der Schyff ©️ July 2025 

“Sunday Weeping Willow” explores the unraveling of a bond built on half-truths and heavy words. It’s a song about betrayal disguised as love, the loneliness that follows, and the quiet courage it takes to walk away. The weeping willow sways with the weight of our attachments, teaching that true courage is letting go before it costs you your integrity and dignity. 

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Sunday Weeping Willow ©️

Karmacopia (Hippies' Triumph) - 2016.

You see that guy in the gucci suit
The one with the Rolex
The one walking into the high-rise like he owns the whole damn block

He got a secret
He still checks his bank balance a dozen times a day
Still gets that little knot in his stomach everytime the phone rings
Still remembers the taste of instant noodles and the feel of a secondhand coat in a bitter wind

He ain’t no different to me

I see that girl on the corner, all torn jeans and defiant eyeliner
She’s got a story, too
A story of late nights and empty bottles and a phone that never rings with the right name
She got a tattoo of a bird on her wrist, a tiny thing
It’s not about freedom
It’s about being grounded
It’s about a cage she can’t fly out of

She ain’t different to me

We all got our ghosts
Our regrets
Our silent prayers whispered into the pillow at 3am
We’re all holding our breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The CEO, the janitor
The influencer with a million likes, the kid with no friends
We’re all just trying to get by, trying to make sense of the noise

We put on these masks
The tough guy
The pretty one
The smart one
The one who has it all figured out
But peel back the layers and what do you find
The same raw, vulnerable heart
The same fear of not being enough

So next time you look at someone and think
“I could never be them” 
or
“They could never understand me”
take a moment
Look closer
Past the clothes
Past the car
Past the curated feed

You’lll see it
The flicker of doubt in their eyes
The tremor in their hand when they think no one’s looking
The way they stare at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong, or where it’s all going to go

And you’ll know.  They’re just like you. and me.

They ain’t no different.  Not one bit

Are We All The Same

Hai,Hai

just thinking out loud fantasizing how to solve the gun violence next door...
Wish there were such magnets and vacuums to clean things up

sound clips are from a Breaking Bad episode  about such magnets..........

    The Anger, the Gun and the Magnet Machine

Last night I had a dream where I figured out a way
A gun removal machine, I sailed it to the USA
To that land of politico platitudes, prayers and lies

It had a big-ass magnet with a vacuum connector 
Powerful suction plus an anger detector
I went to work, street by street, house by house, high-rise by high-rise

Get out of my way, I'd say
Got this job to do today
If you be Anger with a gun
Your hateful days are done
I'm coming for you
I'm the People’s Pest Control
I'll cart away your blackened soul
Your anger and your guns
I'll scrunch them into one
Dispose of all the dark you do

Lots of people cheered me on, pushed my magnet machine
Through their schools, through their churches
I cleared the wicked and mean
But got stopped by a crowd screaming ‘bout the Constitution 

They said, “ Hey Buddy desist, we got this lawsuit for you.
Flushing away our firearms, it just won't do”
As they surrounded my contraption, demanding restitution 

Get out of our way, they say
Nation nurtured by the NRA
Feel the anger, feel our gun
We want you to have one
It's Amendment Number 2
My magnetic disarrayer
With vacuum jet disintegrater 
That rids the anger and the gun
Replaces fear with schoolyard fun
Now made impossible to do

Last night while I was dreaming, on the TV screen
More heartbreaking Breaking News, there ain't no magnet machine 
Only questions, many tears and sad goodbyes

Every month, every week, it's the same old shit
We need to plug in, power up and retrofit
A solution to stop this need to weaponize

Get out of the way I say
Is this the way it has to be today?
Anger's got his gun
We better cut and run
What else we gonna do
Uncommon sense, remote control
Gaping wounds and bullet holes
Check the anger, lose that gun
My illusion come undone 
I've only words to stick to you

The Anger, The Gun & The Magnet Machine

Photo by Manoa Angelo on Unsplash
made with bamboo xylophone
rubber mallet
zoom h1
and NCH
started to repair the driveway!
got my first tamper
should be done soon

Asphalt repair and a new tamper

Variation no.6 (Magician In Private)

Sheet Music by Joseph Kosma
Piano version arranged by Jose M Armenta
No copyright infringement intended, all rights to this song go their owners.

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Sunday Weeping Willow ©️

Eileen

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