Here we go!  
Thank you to David Dunham for again allowing me to scribble all over his  beautiful composition.  @david-dunhamuser589535203

Flight Pattern (With David Dunham, guitar)

If you could see inside my mind what is it you'd hope to find?...

And Joseph said Daad, 
I’ve got your sanity right here in my pencil case

There’s more to the eye             
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

She was walking the streets
In the cool autumn air
The thoughts in her brain
Seemed to shine in her hair

Just like an add 
on YouTube TV

The spark in her eye                     
Sayin don’t skip me

You could buy it
Or Lease it
With low APR 
And Nothing to finance                 
               Not even a caaarr
                                             
 oh          ohhhhh   oh  
 ah bah bah         ahhhhh

   And No! this was real 
   her thoughts just flowed out 
   Like Miranda or Shakespeare
   On-a-wing-and-a poout
   
   I stood there and gaped
   My mouth hanging down
   The drool and the sweat
   
   A dumb founded clown

   How could her thoughts
   Be visible to me?
   Each clear & distinct
                               
   Like one, two, threeeeeee

 ahhhh hahhhh ha
 bahhh bah ba 

All these words Of hand written lice
They crawl up the walls 
And hit you just twice

The meaning    
The sounds

Are not what they seem
The concepts the pronouns

I whip them like cream

If I could see hers Could she see mine?
How would this play?
                            
What’s my next liine?

HOh ohhhhh hohhhhh 
ahh bah bahhhhhhhh

ahhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh

If she     
could read my mind

What
do you think she’d find?

Blue Skies 
or Acid Rain?
Smoke      
from a passing train?

Compassion 
in purple hue?                                              
A house         
with an ocean view?

oh huh hoohhhh
ah bahhhh bah
oh ohhhh hooohhh
        
A chair with a chicken leg?
                                                            
A thong         
or a hard boiled egg?

If you 
could see inside my mind
      
What is it     
you’d hope to find?
      
A faster      
than lightspeed car?
                                  
Cold fusion
inside a jar?

World peace 
and butterfly stew?                                           
Nice flowers and Jesus too?
Soft Linens and Battle cries?                                        
Greasy hair 
and curly fries?
Brass door knob, 
a poor beached whale?

hard copies 
of last year’s mail?

ohh ...

There’s more to the eye 
Than meets the brain

I’ve said it before 
I’ll say it again

Fizzledizzle 
Didgeridoo!

In Mind

first track composed jet for this time, better will be coming..😉

Get Arised

Seems I write depressing sad songs, disco, or blues. Disco must be next haha. 

Turn the wine into water, turn the water into wine
You’re never gonna quench your thirst for whisky smooth and fine
And you can sail across the desert, walk across the sea
But the thing that you are running from, will find you eventually

But you’re young and your time will come
You’re young and your time will come

So this is ain't you expected, not what you hoped to find
you swallowed all your anger and you buried it inside
But soon the seed is gonna wake up, and the passion flower root
And resentment grows within you as you taste your bitter fruit

But you’re young and your time will come
You’re young and your time will come
You run back to where you’re from you don’t know that you are free
The way you see the world ain't how you want the world to be
you’re young and your time will come

If you think you can find happiness you can leave this all behind
We’ll stray the path and wander 'til we find our peace of mind
Now the world is on your shoulders, and it doesn’t have to be
You have found someone to share the load, now set your spirit free

And we're young and our time will come
You’re young and your time will come
Look beyond the windows and the walls and see the view
There’s a door inside here somewhere, the other side waits for you
Cause you’re young and your time will come

Your Time Will Come

6 minutes of peace, the following is up to you .


Love,

Andreas

6 minutes of peace

I like many am shocked and appalled at what is unfolding before us. In the midst of this darkness I salute the people who are opening their hearts and offering assistance to the refugees from this disastrous conflict.

Here are some UK links to appeals providing humanitarian aid. I'm sure each country has equivalent appeals happening now.

https://www.dec.org.uk/appeal/ukraine-humanitarian-appeal
https://www.oxfam.org.uk/oxfam-in-action/current-emergencies/ukraine-crisis-appeal
https://www.unicef.org.uk/donate/donate-now-to-protect-children-in-ukraine/

Empathy For The Agony

'Just Blue Sky' (Live) by Acoustic Growl (Richard Barry)

'Just Blue Sky' (Live)

Penguins Ambitions

Played and recorded in an one take in my home studio with seven string electric guitar. Guitar`s tone was pre amplified with Boss GP 10 guitar processor.

Seven String Impro 11.08.2022

Echtzeit

USA Songwriting Competition Finalist Song (2019)!!!@!

The Reefer Song
By Cowboy Billy Herron

My friends all like to do reefer
They think it’s lots of fun.
They laugh and joke with every toke.
They ain’t hurtin’ anyone.

But when they pass a joint to me,
I have to wave it away. 
I feel bad because I'm kinda harshin’ their buzz, 
But this is what I say ...

It makes me stupid as a stump.
Horny as a hound.
Woozy as a worm that’s a-wigglin’ on the ground.  
Giggly as a girl gettin' tickled up and down.
That’s what reefer does to me. 
Yeah that’s what reefer does to me.  

Now I know it’s getting legal
In a growing number of states.
Across the nation there’s a population 
Who think it’s really great.

But when it comes to can-na-bis
I have to say, “I can-not.”
'Cause when I do weed I’m guaranteed
To get dimmer than a 15-watt.   

It makes me stupid as a stump.
Horny as a hound.
Woozy as a worm that’s a-wigglin’ on the ground.  
Giggly as a girl gettin' tickled up and down.
That’s what reefer does to me. 
Yeah that’s what reefer does to me.  

Ain’t like like I never smoked it.
I had my share back when.
But then one day I got carried away.
Smoked a whole dime bag with a friend.

When I went home I was in my room
And things started getting weird.
My Neil Young poster started talking to me.
And I got really scared.

I went outside, walked down the street.
And everyone was staring at me.
Cars hit the brakes for to see me baked.
So I hid behind a tree. 

Then a psychedelic squirrel came up to me.
And he looked me in the eye. 
He shook his little head, and then he said,
"Dude, you are really high."

So I ran back to my house again.
And I didn’t know what to do,
I went to the kitchen 'cause my belly was itchin’
For some junky no-good food.

I decided to cook three hot dogs
And I smothered them with Nutella.
My Mom, she caught me in the act.
She said, “What’s going on there, fella.”

The kitchen was a mess, my Mom was mad.
So I just went to sleep.
That’s the last time I smoked pot my friends.
'Cause of what it does to me.  

It makes me stupid as a stump.
Horny as a hound.
Woozy as a worm that’s a-wigglin’ on the ground.  
Giggly as a girl gettin' tickled up and down.
That’s what reefer does to me.  
Yeah that’s what reefer does to me.

Songs of Minimal Significance and Occasional Meaning

The Reefer Song (A Cowboy Billy Herron Original)

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Get Arised

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