Have had a writing holiday, with no musical acoutrements whatsoever. Having posted a poem set to music yesterday, I decided that today I would write a song. Maybe not my best but had found a new "method" for writing lyrics; and used it to produce this song. A quiet and melodic song this time, hope you like it.

Our Love's An Illusion

„Montez à bord de la magie !  ‚Nous du Marché de Noël‘ par Ki Sunclub Mallorca mêle le rythme enjoué du menuet, des basses électro puissantes et une ambiance féerique. Plongez dans les lumières des marchés, les stands enneigés et l’esprit de Noël avec le Petit Jésus !  Idéal pour danser et célébrer. Écoutez maintenant et rejoignez la fête ! #MarchéDeNoël #MagieDeNoël #KiSunclubMallorca“



‚Nous du Marché de Noël‘  -  Ki Sunclub Mallorca

WARNING...This track is seven and a half minutes long. But the "guitar" solo which ends the song is a must hear. Suno has really made this track something special for me. I wrote this song with a uke on my lap,  and developed the 8-bar chord sequence which constantly repeats thru' the song. This goes a long way with the lyrics to defining the song. It starts slowly and quietly, but soon continues with an anthemic intensity.. I gave no specific prompt for the long, very long outro solo. Nearly  a minute of superb guitar and a final soft section of piano arpegios, bringing one of my best song to a fianl end.

I Don't Know Why (full version)

Morning After Mercy

[Verse 1]
Cold coffee rings the porcelain rim,
a key lies dull on the wooden table.
One glass broke, the shard still waits
on the kitchen floor, untouched.

The phone lights up, unread,
its glow too sharp for tired eyes.
Sheets lie creased in daylight’s square,
dust caught floating, merciless and plain.

[Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

[Verse 2]
Fridge hums low, its shelves half-bare,
a bottle of water, a pack of butter.
The street outside is already loud,
a dog, a horn, a door that slams.

A crumpled tissue by the bed,
a candle drowned in its own wax.
The mirror shows a stranger’s face,
blurred with fingerprints and light.

[Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

[Bridge – flüsternd, zerbrechend]
I still feel your hand in mine,
though it’s only in my head.
I whisper it to no one —
I can’t believe it’s dead.

[Final Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

(let it fall into silence — no flourish, no light)

Morning After Mercy

BLUES-ODE AN DIE WILDKATZE, DIE NICHT GESEHEN WERDEN WILL

Man on the moon

if you are interested, please read the background story under the first version.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

for reasons of space, the original french text can be found under the 1st version.

In an inn for those who laugh, I wonder,
If mirrors lie or dream of their reflections,
If God still writes when his pen trembles,
Or if time falls asleep in a glass of milk.

Why do chairs think of lost legs,
And windows pray to stay awake?
The passing wind writes unknown words
On the crumpled curtains of truth.

In an inn for those who laugh, I wonder,
In an inn for those who laugh, I explain the world.

A cat falls asleep standing up, prophet of the absurd,
Its eye understands what my head refuses,
It says: “To think is to dig a hole without walls,”
Then laughs at having understood that he enjoys himself there.

The watches slowly bleed their hollow hour,
An iron rooster announces a useless morning,
I search for meaning, it flees, laughing, under the lawn,
And beckons me with a motionless gesture.

In an inn for those who laugh, I wonder,
In an inn for those who laugh, I explain the world.

If silence fears singing clocks,
Then the cry of flowers becomes a prayer,
And nothingness, crowned with an elegant shadow,
Learns to dance in the clear dust.

I saw the sky write its weariness in blue,
The angels, weary, drank tea without eternity,
And each drop tasted of habits
That are hard to forget, even at the bottom of reality.

In an inn for those who laugh, I remain,
Between the cup and doubt, leaning slightly,
The world spins, drunk, searching for its rumour,
And I drink so as not to think about it.

L'Auberge Absurde 2

Roazhon

11/25/2025

I Welcome You Home For Christmas

Больше, чем эта жизнь RADIO Version

Versions of You takes a single track and fractures it into fourteen alternate Quantum me worlds — each one revealing a different shape the story could take if the moment, the mood, or the narrator were just a degree to the left.

From glitch-folk confessions to neon-lit electro-soul, from whispered ASMR heartbreak to full-throttle trap, each version is its own universe: new chord colours, new emotional physics, new versions of the same truth. Some tracks feel intimate enough to touch; others feel like they’re broadcast from a future where your memories have been remixed without permission.

What stays the same is the centre of gravity, the ache and loss at the centre of the song about the love wearing out.

Whether you start at Version 1 or jump into the deep end at Version 14, each track refracts the same lyric through a different lens — digital, human, nostalgic, brutal, ecstatic, quiet, cinematic. Over the full album, the song becomes a prism: turn it once, you hear longing; turn it again, you hear defiance; turn it again, you hear relief.

This is not a remix album.
It’s a mirror maze.
And every reflection is a version of you.

Versions of you v9

Volker Carl Jacoby - Autor, Poet, Kabarettist, Comedian, Liedermacher, Synchronsprecher - https://www.literaturland-saar.de/personen/volker-carl-jacoby

Author, poet, cabaret artist, songwriter, voice actor, journalist and even pastor: Volker C. Jacoby is active in many fields.

He spent his childhood and youth in St. Ingbert. Saarland, Germany, where he attended the humanistic and classical language branch of the State Secondary School. After university and various jobs, he began working freelance for „Saarländischer Rundfunk“ Radio, initially as a correspondent for the SR 3 regional news program, in parallel with his readings and literary solo cabaret programs. This was followed by roles as a narrator for radio plays, as a voice actor, and for various commercials.

In 1977, Jacoby teamed up with Schorsch Seitz to form the duo "Jacoby & Schorsch." Together, they primarily composed humorous songs in Standard German and the Rhenish-Franconian-Saarland dialect with a cabaret-like, ironic touch. Their dialect songs, in particular, filled a clearly existing gap in the market, especially since "SR 3 Saarlandwelle" featured them permanently on their programming, thus making them known to a wider audience. Subsequently, "Jacoby and Schorsch" produced three vinyl albums and three singles. During their tours, they also performed open-air gigs with rock bands.

Soon well known beyond the borders of Saarland, the duo received engagements in Berlin, Stuttgart (Südfunk), Cologne (Westdeutscher Rundfunk), Frankfurt, Munich, Basel, and Brussels, among others. During a TV recording at the Renitenztheater in Stuttgart, they also met Mathias Richling and Karl Dall. Jacoby collaborated with the latter several times for RTL on the radio show "Die schlaue Stunde." In 1993, the popularity of "Jacoby & Schorsch" peaked – not least through their appearances with Hanns Dieter Hüsch  (A "Hüsch Evening" with music in memory of his friend and cabaret colleague Hanns Dieter Hüsch was added to the repertoire – later in 2010).

He moved to France 1994. Since then, he has been performed readings, including singing. His dialect contributions have provided him with a rewarding outlet in the "Mundartring Saar" (Saarland dialect circle), including as a reciter of poems by deceased fellow authors, to whom he lends his voice.

Constantly prolific in literary terms, his poems are in the tradition of comic poetry in the style of Wilhelm Busch, Christian Morgenstern, Joachim Ringelnatz, Eugen Roth, Heinz Erhardt, and Robert Gernhardt. Volker C. Jacoby also publishes his poetry and prose on LiteratPro, Facebook, and YouTube. Since 2025, he has been setting his poems to music and is constantly writing new songs. And, of course, he continues to write his cheerful, humorous, and often very quirky poems.

BLUES-ODE AN DIE WILDKATZE, DIE NICHT GESEHEN WERDEN WILL

VC JACOBY

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