featuring @4catsncoffee on violin
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One last wander past the mountain stream... 
only sunrise is a guitar-based folk rock tune with southern gothic echoes. the closing track of the d'ville EP >https://soundcloud.com/jh0st/sets/dville
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This is the only sunrise
Edge of the amber darkness (cut the)
veins of blue mountain water…

A path to the lullaby wind
We're stumbling… 
not knowing the
The child from within

[@4catsncoffee on violin]
This is the flash of madness
Traced in the scraping branches…

A path to the lullaby wind
Sung by the…
child that sees out from within
Gravity, on and on (and on…)
Spots on the sun
Sung by the…
devil behind those closed eyes

Yes, promises chase the magic
breath, skipping the one heartbeat between
Faces and thousands of lullabies end in a single word

This is the only sunrise

2021

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only sunrise [ft. 4catsncoffee]

The 13th EP of "past is the verse"

-Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/album/1RUDdgyyYJYQa0AZsL6khC

-Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/album/into-single/1649513242

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B0BJ6C2VV5

-bandcamp
https://pastverse.bandcamp.com/track/into

Into

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(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves: Drums / Drum arrangement
Hans Albers: All instruments, backing vox, arrangement & production

Cover art by Jooinn.

This is a totally stolen idea gleaned from another one of those phone conversations with my brother Gary. We talk to each other every few days and normally end up sounding like two old men sitting on a park bench putting the World to rights.

I’m sure a lot of what we say has been said many times before (what hasn’t?) but one day, out of the blue, Gal says to me “ Sometimes I find things too difficult to deal with. I would love the opportunity to step off the world for just one second and clear my head a bit...” At the time I just accepted it as the type of thing we say to each other but two days after the phone call the idea of stepping off the world to escape the pressures of daily life returned when I was playing my guitar. The words “I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off” fitted with what I was playing and the start of a new opus was born.

Once a song seems complete, I generally record a quick demo and send it off to Gal to see if it has any potential. If he thinks it has, between us we try to put a better demo together to send to Hans.  If he thinks it’s any good, he’ll work on an arrangement and more often than not sends back something back that sounds way better than what we’d imagined.  

We might chip in a few ideas here and there (as Gal did with a totally new drum arrangement on this) but Hans is definitely the one that gives it most of it’s final shape and sound.  I love every step of the songwriting process.  It provides a kind of therapy and the creative process gives every day purpose and interest.  You could say it’s my way of stepping off the world for a short moment.
(Terry Reeves)

I’m stepping off the world
To give myself a chance
For a moment of reflection
Avoid the need to dance 
One thousand miles per hour
Never firmly on the ground 
Gravity with no connection 
Spinning fast head going round 

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
Stepping off the world 

No New Year's Revolution 
Rotating much too fast 
Survival of the fittest
Fittest days are in the past
Step off every Monday
Not back until Tuesday week
One moment makes a difference
Like a lifetime so to speak

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
Stepping off the world

Don’t want to give a reason
Good feelings are oppressed 
Try different constellation 
Laying down has more interest
Stepping off a single second 
With no single past regret
Not a care for single thinking 
Avoid joining one single thread

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off the world
Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world...

STEPPING OFF THE WORLD - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

The King was on his horse
His castle far away
He attacked his foe with force
And left them where they lay
They died without a hope
Of seeing their wives again
Oh yes, the king was proud
As he rode on through the rain
He knew that blood was never spilt in vain

And all of his people feared for what they had
For the King would take it from them
And they knew it made him glad
To see the hate in their eyes
As he rode past them day and night
He loved to see the sight
Of death in their lies
And hands poised on knives

Then one night, 
The King was in his bed
And a peasant came
Held a knife to his head
And waited till he cried
“Don’t let the things I’ve done
Hold too much sway
I’ll be a better man
I’ll let you have your way”
But the peasant slit his throat
Chuckling at his gargled pain
For like the King, he knew
Blood was never spilt in vain
And cursing King and name
He threw the body into the rain

King's Blood

The painting is ‘The Course of Empire’ by Thomas Cole (1801 – 1848).

Say a prayer and don’t despair about the cost of living crisis 
Cos life’s not fair and they don’t care about the rising prices 
The millionaires and billionaires wield their wicked powers
they own the shares, they don’t pay the fares, they’re not working longer hours

  They contaminate, discriminate, and revel in their sleaze 
  the permafrost is lost, but we still have the wage freeze 

the bankers are all bigots, experts in exploitation 
oil tankers and their frigates reeking eco-devastation
while we reimburse the nurses with the joy of food banks 
and the curse of empty purses and our hollow huge thanks

  You’ll find that it’s impossible to get paid any less
  can’t save no money saving lives for the NHS

The CEOs who freely chose to bolster their careers 
They’re mosquitoes in tuxedos bloodsucking profiteers 
who smoke cigars with glowing hearts, toasting market forces  
They’re Oligarchs, they’re greedy sharks, they’re feeding on the corpses

  The ambulance abandoned us, so now we need a hearse
  Yes the times they are a-changing… but they’re changing for the worse

I blame the vloggers and the bloggers, I don’t “like” and I don’t “subscribe”
All that scrolling and a trolling, through soundbites and diatribes
and we fixate on the clickbait that seems to be hell-bent 
on dictating that the content fuels our discontent 

        All the species being ghosted, wiped out like dinosaurs
        While we’re busy being offended, and fighting culture wars

Shopaholic fashionistas with their selfies and their memes 
And reams of influencers beat us senseless by extremes
it’s a trash-bag full of hashtags, rubbish flowing in our streams
algorithms causing schisms and addiction to our screens

        We’re the masters of our destiny, but it isn’t as it seems 
        Who’s pushing who’s buttons? Are we slaves to the machines?

Narcissistic mystics with their conspiracy theories
Going viral in a spiral of Netflix mini series
And woeful social media, where profiles are a deepfake
It’s a form of schizophrenia, like a hollywood remake

      We make a virtue of our vanity, embracing the absurd
      with virtual reality, to replace the real world

Cost Of Living Crisis

Cycling

It's a dramatic escape and a helicopter continues to circle around you.

cheers

the escape

Cranium was written by Marianne H. Permezel and Jane Cottrill with the band Arcane from Melbourne, Australia.

5 Willow

ARPÈGE PASSION

Everyone says to me these days "it is what it is", seems to be be the "Word of the moment", so i thought i'd write a song about it.

I appreciate all your likes, comments, reposts, and plays....Enjoy

G

It Is What It Is

Muzyka jest potężniejszym argumentem przemawiającym do Nas, niż słowa naszych Rodziców, a więc ✌️🗝🎼Music is a more powerful argument for us than the words of our parents, so ✌️🗝🎼

Ran

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