Cowboy

This mix was inspired by Jon Kennedy's Bats in the Bellfry....
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/oMUbF
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0quxTLpktFyiRP853em5Fn?si=ivlVTsYhQLeNy29zkJK8bA&utm_source=copy-link
SUCH a cool chill song... sadly, I wasn't able to obtain permission or license the track. I had already compiled a sketch and was just stuck on it. I found some wonderful colors from Mr Trent Reznor's Terrible Lie, which was ALREADY in the pallet, and was able to complete the picture with some amazing crayons from the crayola box. BUT ... I'll let you be the judge! Thank you for letting me share!!!! Please see the pallet below ....

PALLET: ALL permissions and/or licenses are strictly NON Commercial and NON Transferable.
NIN - Terrible Lie https://open.spotify.com/track/3o1nX61oecxnqXieA2ma0U?si=rslw3Y9oT0-7hO5FylnBCQ&utm_source=copy-link;
KARAOKE VERSIONS: https://www.karaokeversions. com
Nirvana - Heart Shaped Box (micro drum slices);
Sneaker Pimps - 6 Underground ( acoustic guitar; synth; micro drum slices); Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun(synth); Linkin Park - Crawling( micro guitarfx slices); Metallica - For Whom the Bell Tolls(Bell)
AUDIOMACHINE: Stuart Roslyn, Matthew Foundling - Hail All Heroes https://search.audiomachine.com/tracks?tracks=am68-31;
Martyn Corbet - Aether Raiders 
https://search.audiomachine.com/tracks?tracks=am73-4
& Langskip
https://search.audiomachine.com/tracks?tracks=am73-10;
Paul Dinletir, Nicholas Steinbach - Antithesis https://search.audiomachine.com/tracks?tracks=ams034-9
ALBUM ART; JoAnna Bailey
CREATIVE/TECH CONSULTANTS: Charles Bailey, Michael Bailey, TJ Bailey, John Judd, Karen Judd

NIN - Terrible Lie (Sound Of Mind Mix)

The Fall of Saigon asked to add a vocal to our tune and we welcomed him to do so. The original wasn’t written with vocals in mind so we figured it was going to be a tricky thing to do. The Fall of Saigon worked his descriptive lyrics in very well, capturing the spirit of being calm and optimistic in a hurricane. 

Hear more from The Fall of Saigon: https://soundcloud.com/thefallofsaigon

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Credits:
Rebecca Williams - bass, percussion, synths, production. 
Andrea Pierantoni - guitars, production. 
Lyrics & Vocals - The Fall of Saigon
Mixing and mastering by Andrea at Never Enough Cowbell Studios. 
Cover art by Rebecca.
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Lyrics:

Le ciel, assoupi,
Lentement a noirci.
Se lève le vent,
Avant l'ouragan

Tu peux t'affoler.
Lentement perdre pied.
Mais peu importe le temps,
Tu restes sur l'estran.

Les arbres embrasés
S'effondrent à tes pieds.
Garde ton attention.

Les vagues déchainées
Veulent te submerger.
Elles crient même ton nom.

Elles veulent te submerger.
Te submerger.
Elles crient même ton nom.

Voilà, tout est passé.
Tes larmes ont séché.
Serein à présent,
Face à l'ouragan.

Le ciel, obscurci,
Maintenant, s'éclaircit.
Les arbres foudroyés,
Te servent de trophée.

~ 2022 Guillaume Pognon

Sky, asleep,
Slowly blackened.
The wind rises,
Before the hurricane

You can panic.
Slowly losing your footing.
But no matter the weather,
You stay on the foreshore.

Burning trees
Collapse at your feet.
Keep your attention.

The raging waves
Want to overwhelm you.
They even shout your name.

They want to overwhelm you.
Overwhelm you.
They even shout your name.

That's it, everything has passed.
Your tears have dried.
Serene now,
Facing the hurricane.

The sky, darkened,
Now clears up.
Shattered trees,
Serve as a trophy.

An Optimist In A Hurricane (feat. The Fall Of Saigon)

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He brocke expect with flow

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
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Mouths: Gary Waters

Lyrics:

Do you know talkaholics? They’re always there when I walk,
And even if I can’t see them, I can sure hear them talk,
They may be way down the block,
I’m talkin’ talkaholics, I hear them now behind me,
And when the setting’s bucolic, they’re sittin’ up in a tree
And on a blabberin’ spree.

When I’m walkin’ they’re talkin,’ when they’re talkin’ I’m walkin’
Sound important but they’re really sayin’ nada,
I’ll never be a fan, ‘cause I’m a grumpy old man,
It’s like an oral armada, just yada-yada-yada.

A lot of talkaholics, they bike in yackety packs,
They yell and holler at each other,
When I just wanna relax, it bugs me to the max!  
You know that talkaholics, jog in garrulous pairs,
And by the time they pass by ya,
You know all their affairs, and that can give you a scare!  

When I was a kid my report cards said,
“Oh he’s so quiet, but an asset to the class!”
Later on my boss would sing the same old song
While I’m quietly thinking “You can kiss my ass.”

Talkaholics - they have a little chatty phone,
And in a lovely quiet place, they’re chattin’ there in your face,
And they won’t leave it alone.  

When I was a kid all my teachers said
“Oh he’s so quiet. No he never makes a peep.”
Now that I’m old it’s what I’m still bein’ told,
But why can’t everybody be just like me? (‘cause you’re a freak)

You know that talkaholics – it’s an addiction, I know
But if you Google a 12-step, it’s got nothing to show
And they have nowhere to go.  

If you put a few together, (in a padded cell it’s better),
To tell their tales and talk themselves out,
All reason will diminish ‘cause no sentence will finish
And their heads’ll explode from the verbal overload.

Talkaholics. Talkaholics.   
It would be different if they, had something special to say, 
But instead it’s all blather, you know that I’d rather
Hear a hee-hawin’ mule than a talkin’ fool,
Here comes a blabbermouth, I’d better turn and head south,
It’s not that they’re corrupt, they just won’t shut up… “Shut Up”.

Talkaholics

Basalt Crown – (1995) Serrated Silence – Shadowflash [S01]

Lyrics 


Engine growls at 2 AM
Neon lights and broken men
Clock keeps spinning, no relief
Burning fuel through endless grief



Endless streets, no final line
Steel and glass become my shrine



Night shift — wheels keep turning
Night shift — midnight burning
Night shift — ghosts in the rearview
Night shift — I’ll drive it through



City breathes in choking smoke
Empty eyes and silent hopes
Fares get in, they fade away
Another lost and endless day



Endless streets, no final line
Steel and glass become my shrine



Night shift — wheels keep turning
Night shift — midnight burning
Night shift — ghosts in the rearview
Night shift — I’ll drive it through



Meters ticking
Voices flickering
Cigarettes burning
The wheel keeps turning



Night shift — wheels keep turning
Night shift — midnight burning
Night shift — ghosts in the rearview
Night shift — I’ll drive it through



Night Shift - Taxi Metal - REMASTERED - HD

Welcome and back-off

(English translation above)

L'INVITATION AU VOYAGE

	Mon enfant, ma sœur,
	Songe à la douceur
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble !
	Aimer à loisir,
	Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble !
	Les soleils mouillés
	De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
	Si mystérieux
	De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

	Des meubles luisants,
	Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre ;
	Les plus rares fleurs
	Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,
	Les riches plafonds,
	Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
	Tout y parlerait
	À l'âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

	Vois sur ces canaux
	Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l’humeur est vagabonde ;
	C’est pour assouvir
	Ton moindre désir
Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.
	- Les soleils couchants
	Revêtent les champs,
Les canaux, la ville entière,
	D’hyacinthe et d’or ;
	Le monde s’endort 
Dans une chaude lumière.

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.

Poème de Charles BAUDELAIRE, 1857
Musique de Myckaël MARCOVIC, 1992
Approximate translation :

INVITATION TO TRAVEL

My child, my sister,
Think of the sweetness
To go there and live together!
To love at leisure,
Love and die
To the country that looks like you!
The wet suns
Of these cloudy skies
For my mind have the charms
So mysterious
With your treacherous eyes,
Shining through their tears.

There, all is order and beauty,
Luxury, calm and pleasure.

Of the shiny furniture,
Polished by the years,
Would decorate our room;
The rarest flowers
Mixing up their smells
To the vague scent of amber,
The rich ceilings,
The deep mirrors,
The splendour of the East,
It would all talk
To the soul in secret
His sweet native tongue.

There, all is order and beauty,
Luxury, calm and pleasure.

See on these channels
Sleep these ships
Whose mood is vagabond;
It is to satisfy
Your least desire
Let them come from the ends of the earth.
- The sunsets
Put on the fields,
The canals, the whole city,
Of hyacinth and gold;
The world is falling asleep
In a warm light.

There, all is order and beauty,
Luxury, calm and pleasure.

Poem by Charles BAUDELAIRE, 1857
Music by Myckaël MARCOVIC, 1992

Invitation au voyage (Charles Baudelaire / Myckaël Marcovic)

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8000 Miles is the distance between Rebecca in Hawaii and Andrea in Italy. The two joined forces to create two albums of elegant progressive rock, with shiny metal bits, layered in symphonic lushness. 

Also, two singers have collaborated on two different 8000 Miles songs, each bringing their own cool vibes to Kobayashi Maru (Impossible Love) (feat. Duncan Butler) and An Optimist In A Hurricane (feat. The Fall Of Saigon).

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