Dem Tod nochmal von der Schippe gesprungen, durch einen Sieg beim Tanzbattle mit dem Tod.
Escaped death once again, through a victory in the dance battle with death.

Träume

Tanz mit dem Tod

This is a song about an escalated night of Christmas drinking.
Starring: You and me and a  Mall Santa Claus ( a Harry Dean Stanton type character).
This is probably the most depressing Christmas song ever.
Happy Holidays!

Lyrics:
Yeah (well) anyways...
I guess I'm your guardian angel
I should  wish you good luck
I've been sent by"The Entities" above
To get you out of your Christmas rut

I went down to the bar
I know that you couldn't go far
You've let yourself go soft
I gave my better judgment the day off
I'm full of Christmas cheer
I've got 10 cases of imported beer
I'm moving out tables and chairs
We're gonna have a dance floor here!

I've been writing Christmas songs
I hope you'll all dance along
and sing along
I'm spinning records of Metal and Motown songs
Songs for everyone
Even if you feel like you don't belong

Oh, when I was a child
My mother took me to go see Santa Claus
At a broken down mall
With a broken down Santa Claus
And I said:
"Santa Claus, what can I do to have everything I want in my life?"
And Santa Claus said to me:
"Get your head out of your own asshole Son"

Ahhh yeah
Get out of your Christmas rut!
I've got some dynamite in my trunk
Let's get you out of your Christmas rut!
I've got a present for you
It's a box of old dumb luck

There goes Santa Claus
Walking home from the Mall
I think he's got a bottle of Ripple in him
Go, Santa Claus, go!!!

Ahhhh, come on
Get out of your Christmas rut!
We're drinking with a Mall Santa Claus
That's (Huh?) down on his luck
C'mon, get out of that Christmas rut!
How about loaning your guardian angel
About $150 bucks?

(Holiday Bell Ringer: )
The holidays  
It's about family
And friends
And peace on earth

(Drunk Santa comment:) 
Yeah?!?! (ha)" Peace on Earth"
More like 'piece of the action' if you ask me!

Lucy Clip: "You're in a rut! A big fat rut!
"I think we're gonna need some good Attorneys"
Get out of your Christmas rut!

Christmas Rut!

Funny how hard it is to recall details of what seemed at the time the most important permanent parts of your life..like a first love or relationship. Seems flashes of images remain but not the whole package

lyrics:
I can remember the day it all came together
and the minute it all fell apart
I don't recall the reasons for either
but they both left a big black mark on my heart

try to recall the places and faces
try to remember the pleasure and pain
little things we did scattered through time
a few words we said sometimes come to mind

but my memory has failed me 
it's a big black hole
with a few points of light that flicker and vanish
but don't form a pattern try as I might

yes I remember the start and the finish
but not much of the middle I 'm afraid my friend
looks like i'm missing some pieces of the puzzle
but I can't go back
I can't start over again

can't go back

A new track I am currently working on. 

I will be updating and expanding this.

Hope you enjoy it

Reminiscence (Early Demo)

(Track is under constrution)

Welcome, my dear, to the death parade.
Get in line for some greed and hate.
Everyone here has made their decision —
W⁹e choose the one with the suicide mission.

We took the wrong way, lost our pride,
Bliss was not enough and fairness died.
We lit the match, we watched it fade,
Now we march in the death parade.

Terrorism is the tool of choice;
Chants of hate fill the world with noise.
Who teaches this to girls and boys?
All for money — paid with blood and ploys.

We took the wrong way, can’t deny,
Poisoned oceans, burning sky.
Mother Nature’s not to blame,
Father’s chasing power and fame.

We took the wrong way, lost our pride,
Bliss was not enough and fairness died.
We lit the match, we watched it fade,
Now we march in the death parade.

So my dear, we're in the death parade.
Hold the line, for more greed and hate.
Everyone here has made their decision —
We choose the one with the suicide mission.

They push the red button —
You have a sudden death.
No time for slow rot,
So take a last deep breath.

Now it’s finally over,
No more human stupidity.
No more seeing a baby smile,
No one crying for me.

Wrong Way (pre-release version)

As of today, it's been exactly ten years since I first started a co-writing partnership with my friend Liam, and today we finished our latest composition. The composition is named in honor of the free software Finale Notepad, which Liam and I used to use for all of our co-writing. Finale's being phased out, perhaps due to the popularity of Musescore. We wrote this one in Finale, like in the old days, as a farewell to the software we got started with.

Written by exchanging a file by email, with each of us writing eight measures at a time. Hope you enjoy!

Liam's profile: https://soundcloud.com/liam-hynes-tawa

Archive of our prior compositions: https://soundcloud.com/liamhynestawawalkingears

Finale

Lyrics:
I know why,
You feel so,
Down & out.
Upside down.
Some days we,
Overthink.
Analyze,
Everything.
~~~~~~~
Split in half,
Down the Seam.
You want to,
Dream.
Dream.
Dream if you want to Dream,
It's okay.
~~~~~~~
And yes, we will,
Find our way,
Through the dirt,
And Debris.
~~~~~
When we know,
We will show you how.
Until then,
It's bedtime.
Where the angels await you.
So, rest your wearied mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What did you think,
You would dream?

Reflections

Opus 85

I don't like theological interpretative authority (see ‘Lone, lost in hope’). nevertheless, I am an agnostic who fully accepts any religion unless it leads its followers down destructive paths and justifies this as a higher, sacred mission. this also means I truly appreciate the positive power that faith can unleash in people, even though I myself rely on other mechanisms.

however, hope is hope, regardless of whether you direct it to heaven in prayer or simply carry it in your heart as a faint wish. 

here’s to the desire for just one silent, holy night, calm and bright, to sleep in heavenly peace. with a wish list that requires no further explanation, just ears to hear a prayer that should finally be answered. by those who can fulfill it. not god, but us humans.

peace is the most precious gift in the world, not only these days. 

with love to you all!

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


No sudden terror, no constant mortal fear
No endless nightmare, no longer sirens near

No distant thunder, no shattered lives to reap
no broken bodies, no longer deathly sleep 

No mother’s whisper, no father’s trembling breath
No racing heartbeat while waiting for next death

No drones, no missiles, humming above us
No flashing rockets to pulverize us

Will there come the day?
Do you hear me pray?

No sudden pounding that shakes the trembling ground 
No frantic rush to the shelters underground

No crying children in basements cold and bare 
No counting seconds no panic everywhere 

No roaring pain that drowns out my whispered plea 
Just longing breaths for the world we used to see

No final letters to those so dear 
Just normal living will reappear

Will there come the day?
Do you hear me pray?

A simple peace now, and gentle days of rest 
Hours of smiling where weary hearts are blessed 

A time for healing, laughter born anew 
And joy remembered the way we always knew

Will there come the day?
Do you hear me pray?

Alltime Carol

Always

Written sitting on a plane on the runway at Bristol Airport, waiting for the flight to be cleared for take off to Gran Canaria at the tail end of storm Emilia.

On the Tarmac

I teach in US higher education (in a STEM field) & am a hobbyist composer writing in a few different styles. I recommend headphones. All of my music is released under a Creative Commons Attribution/Noncommercial license.

My bandcamp page is getting out of date again, but some older albums there can be downloaded for free or for a name-your-own price donation.

If anyone wants to try performing any of this stuff on real instruments please send a message and I can provide scores. Not sure how playable some of it is for human musicians though.

Unsolicited messages asking me to listen to your latest song will lead to you being blocked unless if I know you well and we've interacted a lot.

Hope you enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Finale

WalkingEars