OPEN COLLAB TIME IS TICKING

with #blabbud @icepicksyndicate from @bandlab.com on drums...
#jimihendrix #mitchmitchell #laid_back #in_the_pocket #inspiredjam #instrumental 

Hey Joe Instrumental Jam

2econd Skin - Rain

Some loose ends that came together all at the same time. Mostly short tracks, brief and repetitive moments. It's when I began, then, trying to write and be an artist I used to be.

Began then

Airlight

If you like it - hear the next track 🎸💀 https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/gods-eye-is-a-black-hole

We are not the only ones in the Univers. That’s for sure. With billions of billions of stars like our Sun with a lot of planets attached it’s arrogant to Think - we are the only ones. The One and only mankind… not. 
It is all about distance (or wormholes) RIP Einstein and Hawkins.

The intro is from the American Congress hearing in july 2023. Second comment is NASA telling the world - that they will investigate what is flying around above us.

Instrumental version without speak: https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/simonszoo

Track from the Instrumental Rock Album 2023 from MODVÆGT:
No Music No Life: soundcloud.com/modvaegt/sets/nomusicnolife

If u like get more Groovy metal tracks Instrumental ;)
https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/sets/groovymetal

V. 1.2
Released September 2023

We Are Not Alone

Wandering through this dusty road
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free

Wandering through this dusty road
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free
The winds of fate, they guide our stride
To places where hearts can beat as one

Across the fields, across the sand
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free
It’s like a dance, we sway and spin
In every turn, we meet our fate

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

From distant lands, we come to meet
Two wanderers on paths so fleet
Chance encounters shape our days
Like tumbleweeds in a boundless maze

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

Rolling through the desert night
Stars above, our guiding light
The randomness that steers our feet
In life’s great dance, our souls repeat
(In life’s great dance, our souls repeat)

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn (Wandering)
A chance to grow (Through this dusty road)
In every turn (Wandering)
A chance to grow (Through this dusty road)
In every turn, a chance to grow

Tumbleweed

When you find that person...you go where they go. Or they go where you go hopefully. Stick with them.

NEVER GIVE UP ON SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN’T GO A DAY WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT. — Winston Churchill

Guitars: Clay Willis
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie & Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

Demos 2024

Where You Go

Purpose of Existence

improvisation music for the acoustic bass guitar 

Open m

A little something I made out of Twitter/X Conversations and a companion for Foul-Mouthed Parrot regarding the present situation in the UK.

Lyrics:

Not much could be any clearer
I'm surrounded by a bunch of retards
Because i'm in a house of mirrors

It's plain to anybody who reads
/bin/true is the Sun Tzu
Of POSIX commands
It does nothing and succeeds

Captain Kirk is suave and debonair
I was there the day he limped the curl in his hair
I'd follow him to hell and back
But i wish he'd just stop going there

Muad'Dib is a Fremen Reepicheep
A man once dug a legal hole too deep
By cloning a massive succulent sheep
He was unjustly levied massive fines
For transporting testicles across state lines

I applied to be the priestess's familiar
At the ketamine pentagram
Having been sumptuously prepared
I sallied forth and declared
I've gone for the gendarmerie madame

She invitingly said, come as you are
But be mindful that nobody likes reverse centaur

The hiring manager with necklace impearled 
Said lets get down to brass tacks
We need the kind of guy 
Who shows up uninvited to the underworld
And then complains to Hades about the lack of snacks

I told her that when I seriously reflect on
How irritating inconsistency can be
I measure out my net positive effect to 
About as useful as someone gold-plating a tree
She said you'll do fine, you'll soon-enough see

Assume spherical cows are rational actors
And a number of other simplifying factors

During these very odd days of potential strife 
I found myself questioning
Is a nut pick generally
A Southern grandma's swiss army knife
A Venn circle diagram of this phrase
Gets us into a weird area
As the coppers rode the tram to the site of the blaze
Perhaps it's all just a cultural hysteria

Middle-tier’s a mirage 
Luxury floats, the bottom scrapes, and the middle gets juiced
It does little good to ape Nigel Farage
More direct methods are needed when hell is loosed

The protesters' tract had on its cover
"Intellectual hipsterism for compulsive contrarians."
And our boys had begun to have read they discovered
Its contents were spastically argumentarian
And tended to passively malign
By preferring von Neumann to Einstein

A sign on the road said
This is the locus of paranoia
There's something uniquely evil about a gas pump that plays ads twenty-four-seven
The fellows who devised that aren't going to heaven
Their contraption felt about as cheerful as the Garroted Man by Goya

Every generation thinks they invented sex 
And utterly futile arbitrary political violence
A nasty looking crowd was rattling the fence
At the edge of the beastly infotainment complex

When all roads are crooked, none are
But these fellows in the middle of the street were taking it too far
Or as they say in England, Allahu Akbar
They were out this fine morning to protest
In support of the man who'd genetically engineered the best
Mutton from Brighton to Brest

I wanted to jump in and attack the throng
But being too early is the same as being wrong

By following the advice of my uniformed cute little bird
I directed to circle the wagons and shoot inward

She screechingly directed the troops 
But they fell short of breaching the barrier
Ask a woman their pronouns
If you don't like their fashion sense
They'll coldly try harder if not merrier

A struggling lunatic raved out clear
If you need some cringe shock therapy, I'm here for you bro
As the lieutenant drew herself up like a pro
Her assailant exclaimed
Where'd her tits go
She fired back Sir, you are in love with a brassiere.

We gradually defeated this truculent horde 
Only to subsequently find
Cassowaries on our left, kangaroos on our right
And the Angel of Death behind

Captain Planet he's our hero
Gonna take the TFR to zero
And after the few have undertaken to bury our bones
They'll finally speak truth about the Georgia Guidestones

My sense of humor, bleak though it be
Saw me through the stress of that misery
Comes meus fuit in illo miserrimo tempore

ŠeššEšrā

Or As They Say In England, Allahu Akbahr (عام سَعيد Version)

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I sometimes miss when things were more simple

Time Is Ticking  / Bpm 100 Chord C
Open Collab
Open Collab / Paploviante production 2015
You can add Guitars, Vocals and or effects etc ...
THANKS !!!

Time Is Ticking (Open Collab Paploviante)

Wanted to test my Roland GR-55 Guitar Synthesizer. Paul's backing track was a wonderful opportunity to do this ;-). All added sounds are coming from the GR-55.
Thank you very much Paul for this amazing piece of musik and the invitation to this collab. Hope my addons are not too dilettantish *lol*. 
Thanks for listening. Hope you enjoy.
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/time-is-ticking-open-collab-paploviante?in=nyitia/sets/time-is-ticking-open-collab

Time Is Ticking - Collab Paploviante - Little change in the Mix!!

TIME IS TICKING  (PAPLOVIANTE & LLORENTE)

Just another old one man band unsigned musician who sings and plays a little guitar, bass & drums and fools around on the piano; expert in writing songs that usually disappear with the wind, and in composing musical flops.  Folks say that I´m a composer, but I think they´re wrong: I just download the music I hear and feel in the atmosphere and give it back to the people. I don´t do a living from music; I ´m an attorney and horse breeder who gets noisy when I download the music I hear and feel.Thanks for checking out my page and listening the noise I´ve been doing for the past 50 and so years when I get musical.  I´m based in Bogotá, Colombia, and always open to do collabs.

COMPOSER - PRODUCER - MUSICIAN
I PLAY BASS GUITAR AND DRUMS
IN THE BAND „4NO1“
(ALL STYLES, SINCE 1992)

TIME IS TICKING (PAPLOVIANTE & LLORENTE)

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