Excellent piece of surf music! Love the shifts, the overall composition, drums and the wonderful tone on the guitars. All-round great!

very cool beats! and i love the diversity of it

Time flies and its important to seize the day. My second son has a tattoo .It says  CARPE DIEM!

Tempus Fugit.WAV remix 2023

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander
Guitar: Davy Vance https://soundcloud.com/skub1955 

TURN TO BURN

It’s getting better 
Getting better all the time
I’ll bide my time
I’m stepping back, it’s not a crime

It’s getting better
Getting better all the time
It’s way too heavy
And when I get my way, their gonna have to pay

When we get there 
I’ll trip and hop
I’ll step and dance
Do the jig
I’ll be singing la la la la la
La la la la la
And when we get there
I’ll trip and hop
I’ll step and dance
I’ll be singing

It’s my turn
My turn to burn
My turn in the spotlight
My turn to shine bright
Time to get what I want
Time to get what I need
It’s my turn
Time to leave things behind
My turn to burn
My turn to burn

When I get there
I’ll scream and shout
I’ll be bursting
Lose myself
I’ll be singing la la la la la
La la la la la
And when we get there
All of us
Both you and me
We’ll all be singing

It’s my turn
My turn to burn
My turn in the spotlight
My turn to shine bright
Time to get what I want
Time to get what I need
It’s my turn
My turn to burn
My turn to burn
My turn to burn
It’s my turn

Turn To Burn

Turn To Burn | Davy Vance 🎸

Georg Trakl (1887-1914) was an Austrian Expressionist poet with strong Symbolist influences. 
The following poem "Der Spaziergang" ( "The Walk") was written in 1913.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for playing this wonderful solo-guitar.

The picture shows a detail of „Astronaut“, ink on paper, 2020 by Gregor Kalus



See translation (mainly by machine) below


Der Spaziergang

1
Musik summt im Gehölz am Nachmittag. 
Im Korn sich ernste Vogelscheuchen drehn. 
Holunderbüsche sacht am Weg verwehn; 
Ein Haus zerflimmert wunderlich und vag.

In Goldnem schwebt ein Duft von Thymian,
 Auf einem Stein steht eine heitere Zahl. 
Auf einer Wiese spielen Kinder Ball, 
Dann hebt ein Baum vor dir zu kreisen an.

Du träumst: Die Schwester kämmt ihr blondes Haar, 
Auch schreibt ein ferner Freund dir einen Brief.
 Ein Schober fliegt durchs Grau vergilbt und schief 
Und manchmal schwebst du leicht und wunderbar.

2
Die Zeit verrinnt. O süßer Helios! 
O Bild im Krötentümpel süß und klar;
 Im Sand versinkt ein Eden wunderbar.
 Goldammern wiegt ein Busch in seinem Schoß.

Ein Bruder stirbt dir in verwunschnem Land 
Und stählern schaun dich seine Augen an.
 In Goldnem dort ein Duft von Thymian. 
Ein Knabe legt am Weiler einen Brand.

Die Liebenden in Faltern neu erglühn 
Und schaukeln heiter hin um Stein und Zahl. 
Aufflattern Krähen um ein ekles Mahl
 Und deine Stirne tost durchs sanfte Grün.

Im Dornenstrauch verendet weich ein Wild. 
Nachgleitet dir ein heller Kindertag, 
Der graue Wind, der flatterhaft und vag 
Verfallne Düfte durch die Dämmerung spült.

3
Ein altes Wiegenlied macht dich sehr bang. 
Am Wegrand fromm ein Weib ihr Kindlein stillt. 
Traumwandelnd hörst Du wie ihr Bronnen quillt. 
Aus Apfelzweigen fällt ein Weiheklang.

Und Brot und Wein sind süß von harten Mühn. 
Nach Früchten tastet silbern deine Hand. 
Die tote Rahel geht durchs Ackerland. 
Mit friedlicher Geberde winkt das Grün.

Gesegnet auch blüht armer Mägde Schoß, 
Die träumend dort am alten Brunnen stehn. 
Einsame froh auf stillen Pfaden gehn
 Mit Gottes Kreaturen sündelos.

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The Walk

1
Music hums in the grove in the afternoon. 
Serious scarecrows turn in the corn. 
Elder bushes gently drift along the path; 
A house flickers whimsically and vaguely.

In gold floats a scent of thyme, 
On a stone stands a cheerful number.
 In a meadow children play ball, 
Then a tree in front of you begins to circle.

You are dreaming: Your sister combs her blonde hair, 
Also a distant friend writes you a letter. 
A rick flies through the grey yellowed and crooked 
And sometimes you float gently and wonderfully.

2
Time slips away. O sweet Helios! 
O image in the toad-pool sweet and clear; 
In the sand an Eden sinks wonderful.
 A bush cradles yellowhammers in its lap.

A brother dies to thee in a haunted land 
And steely his eyes gaze at you. 
In gold there a fragrance of thyme.
 A boy sets fire to the hamlet.

The lovers glow anew in butterflies 
And sway cheerfully around stone and number. 
Crows flutter up around a disgusting meal 
And your forehead thunders through the mellow green.

In the thorny bush a deer dies a soft death. 
After you glides a bright child's day, 
The grey wind that flutters and vaguely washes 
Decaying scents through the twilight.

3
An old lullaby makes you very anxious. 
By the wayside a woman piously nurses her child. 
Dreamwalking you hear how her fountains gush. 
From apple branches falls a sober consecration sound.

And bread and wine are sweet from hard toil. 
Your silver hand gropes for fruit.
 The dead Rachel walks through the farmland. 
The green beckons with a peaceful gesture.

Blessed also blossoms the bosom of poor maidens, 
Who stand there dreaming by the old well. 
Lonely ones gladly walk the silent paths
Amongst God's creatures without sin.

Der Spaziergang (Trakl, 1913) ft The Neighbor

Thank you for listening over the last 10 years, for commenting, liking and reposting. Special thanks to those I’ve collaborated with, and those who’ve covered my songs. I’m so grateful to you all, and best wishes for 2023.

Talk To Me (Brian Peters)

Talk to me about trouble
Talk to me about strife
Talk to me about men living 
a double life
Talk to me about hunger
Talk to me about pain
Talk to me about men dying 
and their deaths being in vain
Draw near
Put your lips to my ear 
and talk to me

Talk to me about heartache
Talk to me about loss
Talk to me about men carrying 
too heavy a cross
Talk to me about mercy
Talk to me about truth
Talk to me about forgiveness 
in the kissing booth
Fold me
In your gentle sea 
and talk to me

Talk to me in the whirlwind
Talk to me in the heat
Talk to me in the thunder 
of the city’s feet
Talk to me in the stillness
far away from the noise
Talk to me sweetly 
in that still, small voice
Steal away 
from the cares of the day 
and talk to me
--------------------
[Some unused verses]

Talk to me of the garden
Talk to me of the fall
Talk to me of that valley 
and the prophets of Baal
Talk to me about religion 
and the loss of God
Talk to me about the kingdom 
and that level sword
Stay on 
for the night is long 
and talk to me

Talk to me about beauty
Talk to me about life
Talk to me about the colours
in the rainbow of light
Talk to me about magic 
in a lover’s eyes
Talk to me about music 
in the heart of the night
Lay down 
on this covered ground 
and talk to me

Talk to me in the riddle 
of the spoken word
Talk to me in the alphabet 
from another world
Talk to me about longing 
for the one that we seek
Talk to me of that name 
that no man shall speak
Thrill me 
with mystery 
and talk to me

Talk To Me

Nashville Surf

Leo Andina https://soundcloud.com/parampara : Voice and Choir.
Rodolfo Planes @rplanes  :  Drums, Bass, Sinth, Guitar solo and Mix.
Pichy Sotomayor: A Guitar, E Guitar and Master.

Original Song ©2023 Andina/Planes/Sotomayor

Estás entre nosotros

Escucho tu canción volando en el viento
Tu melodía está sonando por dentro
Tu corazón hoy late muy fuerte en el tiempo
Sé que estas aquí, te veo y te siento

Y te comienzo a recordar
Sé que vas 
A cantar  
Para estar
Una vez más

Hoy por las noches me despierto en tu sueño
Tu sueño que también es mi propio sueño
Te veo por las calles y corro a buscarte
Te mezclas entre la gente y no puedo encontrarte

Y te comienzo a recordar
Sé que vas 
A cantar  
Para estar
Una vez más

----------------------------------------------------
Tengo un deseo, deseo que se me haga realidad.
Fundirnos en un abrazo, ya sé no se puede dar.
Voy a rezar, voy a soñar, voy a esperar.
-------------------------------------------------
Y te comienzo a recordar
Sé que vas 
A cantar  
Para estar
Una vez más

Estas Entre Nosotros

Estás Entre Nosotros (Andina/Planes/Sotomayor)

(Written by Terry Reeves)

Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, arrangement & production

Illustration: 'Floating Man' by Enrique Mendez

I don’t believe in luck but I do feel very privileged to have two angels looking after me. My wife Jo and my daughter Charlotte have saved my life on three occasions keeping me alive until the ambulance arrived. I have been told that without their interventions I would not have survived.

Both have chosen not to believe in any God or indeed any outside power that can change our lives.  There may be many of you who disagree but these are the choices we make - each of us believes what we feel is best for us.  If a belief in a higher being helps give anyone’s life more meaning and guides them through each day, we have no argument with that at all.   

I think of Jo and Charlotte as my Atheist Angels.  The care they have given me during these close-to-death experiences shows what beautiful souls they are, always there for me at the time of greatest need.   

On every occasion, there were times when I truly thought that I was drawing my last breath, my existence disappearing as they fought to save me and all I could think of at the time was that, barring my brother Gal, all of my closest male antecedents died when they were just 63.  I was the same age during these episodes and I really didn’t want my name added to the sequence.  My Atheist Angels made sure that it wasn't.

Now I am 67, a proud grandfather, still around to enjoy the experience of watching my family thrive and grow.  There is another grandchild on the way later on this year and the more time I can spend with the love of my life Jo, the better and although my illness is not exactly how I planned things, I still try to enjoy every extra moment.

The continuation of ‘Cripple Club’ with Gal and Hans has been another unexpected bonus and we plan to keep going as long as we can. Here’s to the next song - I do hope you enjoy this one.   (Terry Reeves)

The whisper of a distance voice
Two angels arriving single choice
Keep breathing slow not too much
Your not leaving just stay in touch 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

A feeling of desperate final breath
Lonely moment no time to caress 
Fighting every 63rd dying thought
Surviving each gulp of air caught 

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes I’m floating floating away

Has time arrived to lay down still
Not accepted by two who really feel
More than one chance to live again
The Angels alongside helping pain

I’m floating yes I’m floating yes l’m floating floating away

Fight to avoid final thought of death
A fading light continues to suggest
Only time decides what, when and how
My Atheist Angels this time will not allow

I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating, I’m floating 
I’m floating, yes I’m floating, yes I’m floating,
Floating to stay……………………..cont

MY ATHEIST ANGELS - CRIPPLE CLUB

Written, produced and performed by Jana Hermann and Enijs Maiks
© 2023 Elektrikana Rekordz

Old Forgotten Wishes (2023) ER TK-190

Coming Through-(Ground Floor-The REMIX)
Thought I was a lightweight
My flight plan—is up to date  
my playlist —on rotate 
beats bumping ——with tight brakes
just Call that———-solid State
Not here ——to negotiate
touchdowns—of—a—heavyweight 
I score ——and I penetrate 
Gone platinum —-straight out the gate
The crowd’s up——— we——celebrate
The pulse ——and the heart rate
No——-overtime—I’m feeling great 
The vibe’s ——love—-and never —hate
this is—-how ——-I navigate
———-Not here to negotiate 

—coming through—- with a vengeance 
declared my independence 
It’s underground not industry
I’ve got them doing penance 
that’s right—- took the high road 
not paid——-but i upload
The mix ——stirred—-to sound good
they’re hanging—— on my every word —(X2)
….On my every word

Thank god——- for his blessings 
Each track’s———a new lesson 
Hold on tight——-I’m coming through
Monument—still——collecting 
There—-Ain’t no second guessing
Looking forward—— for my next win
believe it—when—they leave—-
Like Lettuce—-cause—-I’m the dressing
—-no resting—— now—the best thing
Expanding and Investing———-
So ——Dreams are manifesting 
—-The flames I spit—-the game is lit🔥🔥 🔥
I’m burning —-down the contest
fireworks ——at your doorstep 
Scorch earth—-plan——in effect
You heard of me—-you know the rep
If you Feel the heat ——-you overslept 
Here’s your wake up call —-more or less 
Not a word —cause—-you’re speechless

Like water in the low land 
from China —straight—to Japan 
They’ll never —-know my flight plan, 
Or the reasons— that I don’t land 
Stay cool if you’re a fan——-
Calm—-cause I’ve got this
On the edge of——the abyss
A mystery they—-can’t resist
—Still—-drenched in sweat
Your Dripping wet—your look is pure anguish

No——heat —as hot—-as this
The flame’s——just infinite
That flows—polar opposites
That’s the flight of a Phoenix 
——that’s right bro ——you feel this
That’s the light of a Phoenix
The flight of a Phoenix

🔥🔥 🔥

Coming Through - (Ground Floor- The Remix)

Oh, thinkin' about our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more
Baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe we're in heaven
Ya love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see, we're in heaven

Oh, once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down
Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh, there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
Cause our love will light the way

And baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
Ya love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see, we're in heaven...

I've been waitin' for so long
For somethin' to arrive
For love to come along
Now our dreams are comin' true
Through the good times and the bad
Yeah, I'll be standin' there by you

And baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in Heaven
Ya, love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in Heaven, Heaven, oh

You're all that I want
You're all that I need

Heaven

Another Guitar Confabulation With TexMex Shaman whom also did the producing-
This has left me without adequate adjectives-So for those of you who are lovers of the guitar and who  care to, please have a listen--You be the judge-- The soundcloud Al dubbed lt NEUROFUNK--🕉

VELCRON (jamming with TexMex Shaman)

Reverb Noir. Haunted landscapes from music city.

Nashville Surf

Sound Over Shadow

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