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Happy To Be Here In Hell With You

Every night I scream
I can't see you, I can't feel you, I can't  go on
Far across the distance
Big space between us
You never come,  I can't go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I know that your heart is long gone dear
Nevermore will you open, open my door
Maybe you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold
Baby you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold

Love touched us one time
Is one time enough?
I gotta drive on
Safe to say I loved you
Polaroids I cling to 
Safer said, I gotta move on

Near, far, wherever you are
I know that your heart is long gone dear
Nevermore will you open, open my door
Baby you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold

You're not here
There's nothing I fear
Though I know that your heart won't go on dear
We'll stay forever away
Baby you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold

*COLD* (MOAG/MidiPunk Collaboration)

I thinking about a new album concept called "The True Tree". This is one of the track I made for it. 
I used some of my PS skills for cloning my face into the original Dürer's picture.
The replication of this Dürer picture was hanging on the wall at my uncle's for a long time. The original one is in Dresden's gallery as I know. 
My uncle was a great family-tree researcher. One day he told me, this man on the picture is one of our ancestor: Hieronymus Holzschuher in 1526. When I grew up, I did further research on our family-tree and it turned out that this was not entirely true. Hieronymus was only the brother of our ancestor, he is not our direct root, just a side branch. But this talk with my uncle was one of my defining thought-provoking of my childhood and it lead me to research family-tree.
(My uncle never knew this fact, because he died before I found the true tree.) 
So this is a little personal, a bit crazy and maybe funny, but definitely entertaining (for me). 😎😘😜

I wish You a wonderful days!
Cheers from Budapest,
Lac

Back in Time

Hieronymus

Dialogues

I wrote this song back in 2007, when this single girl lived above my condo. She called the cops on me 13 times over the year and a half that she lived there. The first time, I was just playing an acoustic guitar at 8pm on a Tuesday. She once complained to me that she could hear me talk on the telephone. Come on lady, I'm alive. The cops used to come over so often, we started recognizing each other. I offered them in for a beer on more than one occasion. One of them noticed my Les Paul and told me he had one at home just like it. She had me questioning my life choices on more than one occasion, but come on. Can't make everybody happy all the time...

Screw Up

Can’t feel free, can’t feel at ease
Can’t stop thinking that she can hear me breathe
I’m trapped in my home because she’s sitting all alone
Waiting patiently for the next time that I screw up

I’m such a Screw Up
Hey yeah yeah

I’ll turn it high, I’ll turn it low
I’ll even try to turn her stomping into Morris code
Every time I hear another knock on my door
I get a taste of fear that she can’t take it anymore

I’m such a Screw Up
Hey yeah yeah

Too late too late the cops have shown up again
Too late too late the cops have shown up again
Too late too late the cops have shown up again
If they didn’t have cuffs I would be calling them my friends

I’m such a Screw Up
Hey yeah yeah

Screw Up

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco
https://youtu.be/7fUSqOi-Upw

Happy To Be Here In Hell With You

Paul Haas

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