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Contrary to my Belief / feat. Shamoozey
Shamoozey Vocals and Lyrics:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/7243/contrary-to-my-belief-by-shamoozey-120bpm-country-acapella
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Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering

Contrary To My Belief - feat Shamoozey

just how many songs are there about it being almost four?  😃

Nearly 4 O'clock

made with stylophone
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NCH software
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Stytz Syndicate    Album  "Best Before"
Music :    Stytz
Lyrics :    Pee Gee / Harriman
Producer:  Josef Piek (Purple Schulz)

This was one of the songs Stytz Syndicate performed in Stuttgart opening for Willy De Ville ´s  "Southern Comfort Tour", when Willy joined the band on stage and sang together with Hubert Stytz. Great memories !


Don´t Keep Me Waiting

My life is so empty without you
After all the years we´ve been through
Long ago when we first met
You caught me in your net
Do it again!

My body yearns with desire
My bleeding heart burns like fire
The moment you made eyes at me
You blew my mind entirely
Do it again... Don´t play for time
I´ll be there if you change your mind

Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting
Sorry if I´ve done you wrong
Baby, Baby... Don´t Keep Me Waiting
My love is still so strong

My nights are long and lonely
I´m waiting for my one and only
I´m in need of your kiss
And I´m dying for your caress
Do it again..throw me a line
I´ll be there if you change your mind

Baby, Baby... Don´t Keep Me Waiting
Sorry if I´ve done you wrong
Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting
My love is still so strong

Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting..........................

Don't Keep Me Waiting

I was somewhere in Virginia
With the Catskills on my mind
All the mountains are connected
Like the days we left behind

I was walking in Savannah
Where the river meets the pines
You were painting by the window
Sketching out the crossing lines

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I was drifting down to Asheville
With the blue hills bending low
You were dancing through my memory
Like a firefly in early snow

Now I'm waking up in Berkley
With the jasmine in the air
Every coast just keeps on curving
But I still find you everywhere

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

Night Lines (with Joliz)

Sometimes people see you as the enemy when you’ve done nothing to deserve it. Not Your Enemy is about that clash, two sides fighting the same war, but divided by misunderstanding and pride. Heavy, raw, and unrelenting, this track captures the frustration of being pushed into a role you never chose.

im not you enamy

original here:
https://on.soundcloud.com/nDK6hLa5wMafNiq7Zm
not mastered yet, sorry you gotta turn that volume up :D

new chapter

The Magick covering  the Marillion track from Jun 1985. Originally produced by Chris Kimsey.  
Produced here at request by Kit.   

Lavender

they say you live to learn. however, this dutiful view ignores that there are things worth perceiving and experiencing that only become apparent when you do the opposite: unlearn. unlearn routines, rules, patterns, standards and schemata with which we fill the drawers of our worldview as if that somehow made us wiser. in the end, we know nothing at all, and that to perfection. like grandmasters of a pentatonic riff.

what about things that challenge the familiar in an engagingly irreverent way and openly question everything we've learned? dadaism, for example, which I btw associate with the only instance of unlearning I regret: the loss of most of my knowledge of french.

in the 70s I spent a lot of time in la rochelle and I was able to converse avec les gens là-bas almost as a matter of course, even though, as proud french people, they didn't even consider speaking a little slower and more clearly for me. no mercy!

this fabulous period was followed by decades without any linguistic contact. so, when I finally had the chance to speak french with someone again, I couldn't remember anything. zero. all gone. just fragments. and that despite the fact that I had even written a french poem (ok, admittedly with the help of the fave cactus fruit of mr. leary, which https://soundcloud.com/imre-lodbrog has just sung about that unparalleled brilliantly. 

I dedicated the poem to alfred jarry, ingenious pioneer of dada. (further dedication stuff https://youtu.be/TvBhSEF0H6I?si=O9IgVXlscnHy97s2 ).

unlike my language skills, the poem has remained to this day, as well as two attempts from back then to set it to music.

the first was just purist: spoken vocals with melodic tendencies, accompanied by medieval 4/4 percussion and sparse low strings, later adding third and fifth voices like minstrel singing.

the second version was due to my absolute love of serge gainsbourg's songs (especially with jane birkin) and my fascination with the arrangements/melodies of french ballads from the late 60s and early 70s.

there were rough demos of both, but never the vocals I had in my head. until today. 

it's nov 1st, the anniversary of jarry's death. and I thought I'd pay him tribute. with both versions, which he would surely have found merde!

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

for reasons of space, an english translation can be found under the second version.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Si les miroirs mentent ou rêvent de leurs reflets,
Si Dieu écrit encore quand sa plume tremble,
Ou si le temps s’endort dans un verre de lait.

Pourquoi les chaises songent aux jambes perdues,
Et les fenêtres prient pour rester éveillées ?
Le vent qui passe écrit des mots inconnus
Sur les rideaux froissés de la vérité.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, j'explique le monde

Un chat s’endort debout, prophète de l’absurde,
Son œil comprend ce que ma tête refuse,
Il dit : « Penser, c’est creuser un trou sans mur, »
Puis rit d’avoir compris qu’il s’y amuse.

Les montres saignent lentement leur heure creuse,
Un coq de fer annonce un matin inutile,
Je cherche un sens, il fuit, rieur, sous la pelouse,
Et me fait signe d’un geste immobile.

Dans une auberge ...

Si le silence a peur des horloges qui chantent,
Alors le cri des fleurs devient une prière,
Et le néant, coiffé d’une ombre élégante,
Apprend à danser dans la poussière claire.

J’ai vu le ciel écrire en bleu sa lassitude,
Les anges, las, buvaient du thé sans éternel,
Et chaque goutte avait le goût des habitudes
Qu’on oublie mal, même au fond du réel.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je demeure,
Entre la tasse et le doute, un peu penché,
Le monde tourne, ivre, en cherchant sa rumeur,
Et moi, je bois pour ne pas y penser.

Dans une auberge ...

L'Auberge Absurde 1

1st Christmas offering. A cover of a classic Barclay James Harvest track... Love the band, not just coz tha' from my Home Town, but they made some awesome music... and still going \m/

Hymn

Zero Point Star is Karl Creech’s dark alt‑rock project—industrial‑tinged guitars, cinematic drums, and stark, hopeful lyrics about faith, fire, and family. Written after his family’s house burned, The Burn House stitches grief to grit: songs about survival, fatherhood (7 kids), and redemption. DIY on Bandcamp/YouTube/Patreon—add your spark and help us rebuild.