Great collab man love what you have both done sounds mint . Love the guitar and your Bowie style vocal 👍

that guitar work is helladope. has that retro vibe. the vox has a distinct 80s sound.  love that old 80s stuff.   and it's real! yes!

Such great songwriting and what a dynamic musical duo! Love the theme of repairing what is broken.

Really stunning piece. The fusion elements (Frans) add such an interesting mix. The lyrics, man, just brilliant!

Collab with my Dear Damga. An electro track with spoken words and an electric piano bridge.

Lyrics:
Arpeggio, stylish hairdo and silver witcher’s sword, you forego my toes, my modulation and white noise passion. Love my love and my void in my tiny palace of thousands rooms and coplanar sideral networks of my wiggling ears.
Ethereal sensations of shiny dragon’s leather and troll fur, in your bed and in you bath and in your milky dreams of oak and halberds.
I crave for the tinkling of ten thousands cybernetic bees buzzing  around the pomegranate of my intricate emotions, tantalizing my tits,  and releasing the endorphins that keep me alive in a solution of poisonous thoughts. 
Your fizzling feet feed the psychopomps with the crumbs of your illusions.  Like a Hierophant in love, I will synthetize the fragrance of your sweat, and drink the wine of your gaze, and kiss your boobs and your boots. 
Sweating under your command, I swallow you imagination and the fluffy bouncing monsters of your polyphony play with my ears in an opera of mystical strawberries. 
My glass boots tinkle on the bridge of our passion as we surpass the bondage of geometrical algebra in our creamy foreplays. 
The neural network that decides which music we like, will explode under the purple blaze of our desires. Freed by Malenia’s Scarlet Rot, we shall seek new achievements for our misguided lives. In a romantic reckless move, we will go happily to a naked party at the sushi bar in Dagon street.

Naked Party at the Sushi Bar in Dagon Street

💥Je vous présente un titre que j’ai réalisé en 2021 et que j’ai retiré du catalogue. Je l’ai retravaillé à l’épreuve de l’expérience, modifier et avec des ajouts ici et là, sans perdre le son original, un mixage et une masterisation pour lui donner plus de corps.🎶 Ambiance Latino Jazz Funky, à la croisée de mes influences et de mon inspiration. J’espère qu’il vous plaira à l’écoute autant que j’ai pris plaisir à le retravailler.🤍
💥I’d like to share with you a track I originally created in 2021 but later withdrew from my catalog. I revisited it with the benefit of experience, making changes and adding touches here and there, while keeping its original sound. A fresh mix and mastering gave it more depth and presence. 🎶The vibe blends Latin, Jazz, and Funk influences, at the crossroads of my inspirations. I hope you’ll enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed reworking it.🤍

Baila conmigo

not quite a cover...not quite an original...3 VU songs mashed into one...a sort of Holy Trinity
another homage to my mentor Lou Reed
a song for the forgotten and the misunderstood 
the ones who feel they don't belong
some things never change 

Candy Says

https://youtu.be/O4rbTBKRedE?si=-6WGLMd6NKSeOR2b

Lisa Says

https://youtu.be/RZ2877VuEwQ?si=sDyQl2L87w_tY6S4

Stephanie Says

https://youtu.be/P4tS67TDo6Y?si=eNW7LywYczM38mV9

From that world as bleak a New York street   
On a shuttered Sunday morning                     
Comes the wistful voice of a tired sister's song 
The past reveals its chosen few
To speak for the forgotten 
A reminder for the ones who don't belong 

She hates the quiet place
She hates the big decisions
Wants to watch the bluebird fly and walk away
Oh every time she makes it straight
It breaks her little heart
Break it baby, I'm only singing what you say

Candy says, I've come to hate my body   
Lisa says, She'll do it with just about anybody 
And Stephanie well,                                    
She's given half her life                              
To people she hates now                            

Forget the huddled masses
It don't matter what they think
Can you hear that sound, it's a shape shift melody
A pain that's pure and multiplying, alive in the hereafter 
Their voices blend, Lou's holy Trinity 

She lives to party
Wants to score some action 
Not afraid of dying, it's the living that scares her straight
They call them queers, queens and addicts
Try to break their little hearts
Break it baby, we're still living it today  

Chorus


BRIDGE  It's so cold in Alaska                  
                We're so far from home             
                Now she's walking                      
                away from herself                       
                Look at her go    
                        
Chorus

Lyrics  HotR/Reed
Music  HotR




Candy, Lisa and Stephanie Says...

My daughter is now eleven but when she was 4 or 5 years old, I was trying to learn Spanish (but then life got in the way) and as we brushed our teeth every night, I would sing a silly song “Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios”.  I’m sure it’s a terrible translation but recently the song popped into my head and this weekend, and I thought it might be fun to attempt to turn it into a complete song.
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Copyright 2025
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Instruments 
Guitar Strumming Track:  Taylor 114ce
Guitar (Playing Midi Keyboard) Native Instruments Electric Mint Celtic Castle Melody Guitar
Organ (Playing Midi keyboard): Logic Pro Classic Rock Organ
Native Instruments Electric Keys Diamond (Playing Midi Keyboard)
Drums EZ Drummer 3
Bass PG Music Midi track played with Native Instruments Rickenbaker Bass 
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Cover photo: Adobe express stock image.
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When I was a kid, I really wish I’d listened to my parent’s advice
They said brush your teeth carefully or someday you’ll pay the price
I was trying to learn a little bit of Spanish, so I thought I’ d write my daughter a little song
I’m not sure it’s grammatically correct and I bet the pronunciation is wrong
Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios
Open your mouth, wash your teeth, white, white very clean 
I know you’re just a little kid and it’s hard for you to comprehend
But if you don’t brush your teeth every day, there’s lots of Novocain around the bend
I really hope you take heed of the lessons that I’ve learned 
If you eat too much candy like Icharus flying to close to the sun, you’ll get burned
Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios
Open your mouth, wash your teeth, white, white very clean 
First you need a filling and then you need a crown
Every year your dental health keeps going down
You sit in that chair, and it’s drill baby drill
The candy tastes good but it’s a bitter pill
They say in the future we’ll regrow our pearly whites
But until that day comes, you’d better take my advice 
Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios

Abre La Boca (Brush Your Teeth)

Magma Flow

I decided to take another stab at this song (went down a rabbit hole for about 10 hours and completely re-played and re-sang the song).  I struggled with the vocals on my original version so I changed the key to E which made it easier to sing.   
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Guitar:   strumming my Taylor 114CE
Organ: playing my midi keyboard with Native instruments clarinet organ
Wurlitzer 200A  Keys: playing my midi Keyboard with logic Wurlitzer sound.
Wurlitzer 200A:  EZ Keys 2
Bass: PG Music Real track
Drums: EZ drummer 3
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Lyrics
In the planet of the ape’s movie in 1968
Astronauts crash landed on a planet that was in a sorry state
They stumbled across a society intelligent of apes who could speak
And there were humans, but they were mute and weak
They’d been asleep in their hibernation pods and 2006 years had elapsed
And somewhere during that time humanity had collapsed
And the astronauts didn’t realize they were on the planet where they’d been born as the apes hunted them and they hid in a field of corn
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that monkey fate, hope we smarten up
I wonder what those apes are thinking as they’re sitting in their cages at the zoo
Are they biding their time, making plans for what they’re goanna do
Are they dreaming of the day when they’re on the other side of that glass wall
Are they patiently counting the minutes, waiting for humanities downfall
The apes killed one of the astronauts and they stuffed him and put him on display j
Just like trophy hunters do with animals today
The Astronaut named Taylor, he got shot in the throat
He was unable to talk, so he got a pen and showed the apes what he wrote
The apes realized he was intelligent, and it shook them to their core
And the forbidden zone was a place they weren’t supposed to explore
Taylor met a girl he named Nova, she couldn’t talk but she was pretty.
A couple of apes helped them escape to what used to be New York city
And they rode together on a horse on a beach that looked like the west coast
Until they found that statue and realized humanity was toast
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that Monkey Fate, hope we smarten up
The planet of the ape’s is supposed to be science fiction
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be an accurate depiction

Planet Of The Apes V 2.0

Small_Planetoid

He walked slowly,
through the dirty,
dark streets of the village;

suddenly,
he stopped and
sat down on the curb.

His face was tired,
dirty, undernourished.
His eyes were wide,
staring into space.

Who will believe your story one day?
This is a gesture to your memory...

With a vacant expression.
The desire to escape was great,
but the strength was little, very little.

Minutes passed,
perhaps hours,
who could say?

He didn't notice the people
who passed by indifferently and quickened their pace

Who will believe your story one day?
This is a gesture to your memory...

However,
he understood that the moment had come:
then,
he struggled to his feet,
he raised his eyes to the sky and
fell to the ground,
 smiling.

Tomorrow will be another day
And he has moved away

Tell me then, who will believe your story?
Perhaps one day I will drink
To your memory

 
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=2OKFISOLxuc&feature=shared

https://open.spotify.com/album/2AKa3nvEzJejsZvSkHgNIu?si=3i4xVt9bQC-LqQ65YEprnw

https://music.apple.com/us/song/solitudine/1838095321

https://music.amazon.it/albums/B0FPQZPWMK?marketplaceId=APJ6JRA9NG5V4&musicTerritory=IT&ref=dm_sh_ieyYBQ3HjG09quxHTzHuymKF4&trackAsin=B0FPR34D8Y


Solitudine.mp3

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)

"House Made of Dawn" (2022).

Somethings Just Not Right

musical sketchbook
DIY, low skill, low fidelity

Smashed Porcelain (wt Frans Beelaard)

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