A Huge Thank You to my dear collaborator Frans Beelaard. I had send him this song in my version and it came back like this… :)
He played a bass line, 2 guitars, one lead and one rhythm. Also included is an acoustic drum track with 22" Zildjian ride & crash cymbals & tambourine and an acoustic piano track.
On top of that he also mixed and mastered the whole thing.
A great honor and pleasure for me.

The lines (edited, translated, modified, revised, retranslated, reedited…) originally derived from verse shards by two German poets: 
Stefan George (1868-1933), „Albagal“, 1892 and 
Durs Grünbein (born 1962), “Porzellan: Poem vom Untergang meiner Stadt“, 2006 and „Bericht von der Ermordung des Heliogabal durch seine Leibgarde“, 1999
I glued these verse shards together with a refrain.

During my research on porcelain I came along Kin Tsugi, a Japanese form of art, putting broken porcelain back together again. The picture shows such a piece.

Smashed Porcelain

1
Descend once more into the air-raid shelter. 
Observe:
Your ancestors, crowded together, in their final attire,

Comrades, hostages to mass hysteria,
How they curse, sob, 
Just moments ago uninhibited,
When the Führer arrived in the Mercedes of the Messiah.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Man…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

2
Oh, I’m descending a marble staircase.
A headless body lies in the middle. Once again.
There, the blood of my dear brother seeps out.
I gently gather up my purple train.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

3
Oh, oh, ohh…
Only 
Caesar didn't care ´bout anything. 
As he watched with glee 
When Rome sank to ruins 
Like a tourist from overseas…

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Well…
How long ago was that, you ask ?


4
Why complain, latecomer ? 
The city long gone before you were there 
Ahh, those teary eyes - 
They’re different from grey hair-air-air…

How long ago was that, you ask ? 
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?
Oh folks, I can't say.						

The only Word
For „Gone Forever“
Is „Today“.

Smashed Porcelain (wt Frans Beelaard)

with many thanks to Don, who worked over a music writing from me

tribute to Hildegard von Bingen

Piano Concerto No.7 (iii) Op.47

"Messe de Nostre Dame: Kyrie"
Composed by Guillaume de Machaut (c.1300-1377)
Programmed and mixed by Thomas O'Higgins Horna
Produced at Kolima Forest Studios.

キリエ

Instrumentation and Notes
-Tuning 440Hz A Standard
-Timing 6/8
-Tempo 86 BPM
-Chords // Dm / Fmaj7 / Cmaj7 / G //
-Acoustic Guitar rhythm x 2 each an octave apart
-Two vocal lead runs (Through a tube amp modeller)
-Two Vocal backing runs
-One Electric Piano (Distorted Wurlitzer) run played on keys
-Acoustic Slide guitar and additional acoustic lead line
-Piano
-Improved mix


You are for Sale

You sold your soul
You sold your soul

You are for sale
A ones and zeros drop
Sold connections for free
Just profit of top
This "freedom" is general political control
It highjacks your mindset
This no toll brain of troll

You sold your soul

You have been sold
You are digital gold
Your decisions are bought
Subliminal.votes for bold
With mindless scrolls
"Missed" ads get told
Like it or not
You just got sold

The highest bidder takes digital fodder
Net modern mine
Preys on media lauder
You trust these platforms
You find your friends
Bias confirmed
So you're sold again

Your price doesn't matter
It's collective control
For decisions like Brexit and dumb maga troll
Confirm the fear
Faked accounts appear real
So a senseless "common sense"
You believe and steal

It's easy to change
'Just need to be aware
Of subliminal fake and algorithmic lack of care
Switch off the belief of what you think you know
And you break the poison of bias for show

If you lose your label
You are worthless to sale
If you stop being told
Then all the lies fail
If you trust your eyes, ears, nose and heart
Then you are not for sale
Human priceless art

Ahhh don't you know
You sold your soul
Oh, You sold your soul
Don't you know
That you sold your soul!



This article triggered the song
RTE news : Security concern as tens of thousands of phone locations for sale

http://www.rte.ie/news/primetime/2025/0918/1534034-data-for-sale/


On a comic side note....
The three fifty is a reference to Chefs parents in South Park 😆
https://youtu.be/tuh8Hip_B3w?si=O6morqK55mLaIb6c
https://youtube.com/shorts/tA71DKh4pLg?si=RqawWJPM3S_3GmGS
I need about tree fiddy

You are for Sale

2025-09-22

between the waves

Nature of Nemesis

You choose an enemy
To make you feel good
You forget what's real
Your tribe wears jersey of should!
Protectionist turf
Around the lies you are told
Then believed by the blind
Hence brain bias unfold

For milenia religions make mutes
Feel that external power
Or bare wrath of the brute
They keep you quiet
And make mist of your shadow
Your dark pain can light up
And show you 'aint hallow

Ok, you believe and feel the power outside
Just placebo can seed confirmation of white lies
It's mass mind control
And mutes most of your souls
The same shallow vision now finds modern trolls

Political fakes
Material hacks
Got plenty of food
To keep your chains around your backs
Info is free for lots of lucky beings
Well, ears reap what was sowed
If shouters fill your scenes

Dreams of a car
Dreams of a house
Not enough holiday
So you blame meekest mouse
The shouter blamed immigrants
They're the enemy!
While the shouter took the loot
From all and everybody

The enemy is you
Your shadow will tell you
Inside holds the clue
To true God and life true
When you feel your pain
And stop all the blame
The nature of nemesis
Disappears from your name

We still have targets
Bigots to level
Compassion can court
These clowns to new revel
But enemies
Know...
'Just choose deaf and dumb
Inspite of their senses
Being potential for one

Nature be friend
Mute the nemesis
We won't find our end
Nature be friend
Mute the nemesis
We evade our end




Nature of Nemesis

Writing on the Wall

like 12 hours of sleep within 16 hours!!!!!!
when you were behind on sleep
catching up feels so nice
made with casio and stylophone, zoom h1 and NCH editing

how it feels to get plenty of sleep

Another snippet from Caligo Paean - beware of gifts when chasing gods : ) 

Caligo Paean is a 1 hour long sound piece installed on river front property in the town of Franklin, Tasmania as part of the exhibition "When The Fog Clears". It formed part of the Ten Days on The Island Festival March 2025.
The work was installed in several locations across the property including a stack of subs under an old bus, in the main exhibition space and in an abandoned shed some 40 metres from the main area . The speakers were 'tuned' quite differently depending on their location and the sound was not delay corrected with the result of each mini-installation merging with each other in odd sonic ways - kind of calling the listener from one spot to another. The the work features field recordings, percussion, piano, bass guitar and Intonarumori as well as this special one off choir : )

Caligo is the Ancient goddess of Chaos. Born of the fog she controls the darkness, dwells in the void and is as old as the primordial matter that created the universe. This work is a tribute to the goddess as she continues to influence our lives and, in the case of this installation, the site and concept informing the show.

Official press release below for The Fog Clears

Every day, the mists of the Huon Valley perform a seductive dance, gently obscuring and revealing contours of the fertile land and waters. Situated in The Watershed Franklin, When The Fog Clears features six artists from lutruwita / Tasmania exploring the region’s iconic mists through a variety of mediums including installation, sculpture, illustration, sound, and video.

Developed exclusively for Franklin, this exhibit extends from the waterfront itself into the chambers, kilns, and rafters of the shed, inviting visitors to consider fog as an atmosphere that can cloak us in unexpected ways.



Caligo Paean (A gift, a choice)

I often like to revisit a piece, and listen again, sometimes reworking it.

This is such a piece.

Originally composed to accompany a painting on display at the Barber Institute of Fine Arts in Birmingham as part of their 'Sounding Images' event.

A Further Work In Red

Composer, photographer, solo bassist, and cat lover. 

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