Shock the Algorithm

Copy of Dave Orestes 1

On se cherche à travers les mains 
On se regarde et puis tourne la tête 
A s'épuiser et entendre ta voix 
Pour me donner l'envie d'avancer 
Ou juste de s'arrêter 
A ne plus croire et continuer à s'essouffler 
Pour retrouver la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre 

Tu me perds et traverse la pièce 
Je te regarde au loin disparaître 
Tourné la tête plusieurs fois 
A t'épuiser à entendre ma voix 
J'avance mais tu recule 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 
Pour effacer la couleur du ciel 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Pourquoi je cherche et pourquoi tu ris 
A quoi ça mène toutes ces folies 
Même sans te voir viens avec moi 
Arrache et toute la rage en toi
Sort vite de là 
Laisse le feu s'éteindre
Et Sert moi dans tes bras 
Image juste la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 

Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Plus rien à attendre ni entendre 
Je pars de cet endroit un peu étroit 
Pardonne-moi si tu étais bien là 
Je t'embrasse malgré le froid 
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 

Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 
Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre



À terre

À  terre

IfYouPlease

I
I believe 
This world could be much better
If you please

A little bit smarter
A whole lot kinder 
So much better
If you please

Designer chains
Of revolving debt
A World of hurt 
From the top percent
To feed 
The greed 
Of pigs 
At the trough
Getting fat 
On others loss 

I
I believe 
That we can do much better
If you please

I 
I believe 
This world can be much better
For you and me

A little bit smarter
A whole lot kinder 
So  much better
If you please

Designer chains
Of revolving debt
A World of hurt 
From the top percent
To feed 
The greed 
Of pigs 
At the trough
Getting fat 
On others loss 

I
I still believe 
This world could be much better
If you please

And D.E.I.
Is not a crime

I believe
I believe

IfYouPlease

Dear Prudence

No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
Feelings aren’t facts
They’re weapons of mass distraction
Holding on won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Complaining won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Don’t believe everything you think
No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light

Don't Believe Everything You Think

Carl from the Beautiful dark wrote a song today titled "Baldy Patty" and  it inspired me to write my own personal a song about baldness.  I started to lose my hair in my early twenties, and for awhile it bothered me and then one day, I decided to shave my head and I have never looked back. And now so many years have passed that I have been bald longer than I had hair. 
***
Guitar (two strumming tracks) Taylor 114CE 
Organ (playing my midi keyboard using the Logic Pro Organ plug in)
Strings (playing my midi keyboard using Native Instruments strings)
Piano: EZ Keys 2 (Indie Pop (tweed))
Drums (EZ Drummer 3)
Bass (PG Music Midi track with sounds from Native instruments Rickenbacker)
***
My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.
My hair’s falling out, and I’m singing this song to you.

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got on my toes, I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But the one place I want it, it keeps falling out.  
My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.

I shaved my head until the top of my skull was shiny
And I know it’s counterintuitive but I’m no longer bald and whiny.
When you’re young, you assume that you’ll always have hair
And then when you start to lose it, you think it’s not fair
Sampson in the bible when he lost his hair, he became so weak
But that guy on the bottle of mister clean is definitely no geek

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got hair on my toes; I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But where it’s missing on the top of my head, I no longer care one bit.
Because now when it comes to baldness, I don’t give a shit

My Hair's Falling Out

Brand New track on the Rocks! Summer 2025 and let it roll with my brand new track called "I Keep Protecting my Soul".

Purchase it digitally via #bandcamp: https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/track/i-keep-protecting-my-soul

(p) & (c) 2025, STA.

lyrics:
I keep protecting my soul
There's nothing more sacred than my soul
I keep protecting my soul
The body dies, it's eternal the soul

Clear is conscience, i am free i am alive
Sleeping in peace not with fear with opened one eye
I never harmed anyone, don't owe a dime
i am keep paving with gold this road so up high.

I Keep Protecting my Soul

Ray (https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040) and I went back to the well, and came back with this.

You Oughta See

You never know what might come out…specially when you are in sync’ with a great guitar player and person….but it came out….just like this ✨☀️

Photo: Benoît Lemaire

Summer improv’

"My Turn to Go"

what a complex paradoxical mix of counter currents flow through each of us. On one hand we write poetry and on the other hand we have a club. We are brutally savage and deeply empathetic at the same time. Somehow we need to tame the evil and let the good prevail

lyrics

refrain: good vs evil, helping vs hurting,selfish vs sharing, trust vs fear

in each of us a hurricane
a number 5 storm
each day tears our soul to pieces
so we never have the puzzle whole

how conflicted we are
how sick and twisted we are
all distorted and tortured inside
never finding peace never finding rest
always do the worst when we try to do our best

how inconsistent we are in what we do and say
yet how predictable we are in the mistakes we make
we always seem to tell the same sad story
never looking back to learn from our history

refrain

how brilliantly savage we are
how effective we are
when it comes to death and destruction we are number one by far

yet how slow we are
how inefficient we are
when it comes to showing others any love or affection

refrain

so how do we solve this terrible riddle that is us?
what sword can be used to cut this Gordian knot?
the answer lies in a simple phrase
one we say and hear almost every day
but something it seems to hard for us to do
that is: treat others as you hope that they would treat you

if you follow these simple words
you will find peace in the eye of your storm

how strange we are

I was looking at old photos of a town gathering in the 1800s for a lynching. I was struck at the carnival atmosphere, the presence of all kinds of people, women and children. This is disturbing but very real and it is NOT confined to America,the South but instead is a sad global problem with religions and "God". Too often I think religions are excuses to commit some of the most awful  human atrocities . Religions,like leader cults(nazis/emperorsetc), seem to blind masses into justifying the slaughter  of the enemy of the day. God in most religions preached tolerance/forgiveness/inclusion and yet these fundamental principles are conveniently forgotten when it comes time to fulfill some self serving goal, monetary/territorial or ego. I wish I knew why

lyrics
glowing yellow sun
clear bright blue sky
leaves are dancing in the wind

sherriff and the barber
the doctor and the lawyer 
all the townspeople are there

just to meet and greet
and to chat about
the news and their hopes and fears

The children all are there
dressed up in their best
blue eyes and many happy smiles

then the time arrives
the crowd all turn their head
they march the black man to the tree

a noose slips round his neck
they pull him up on high
so his legs can swing free

there's heard a horrible crack
that splits the morning air
the children look up and they stare
as his legs they shake
and his body quivers
until he hangs there still and limp

then the children turn around and finish up their games 
on this bright and sunny day

now it's time to go
they hear the parents say
off to church to learn to pray

"praise God??really??

praise God??what are you thinking?

"Live where your heart can be given and your life starts to unfold." – Tommy Hall.

#experimental #improvisation #nowave #stoner #psych #kraut #noiserock #punk #folklore.

Adam Majdecki-Janicki (1985) has been writing poetry, lyrics, composing, playing, and recording since 1998. His most important achievements to date include his debut poetry collection “Siva in Rags” (Kendra Steiner Editions, USA, 2008), the vinyl and CD “Second Hand Man” (Mimics Cool, Poland, 2011), the CD-R and vinyl “Stoned Gypsy Wanderer” (Kendra Steiner Editions, USA, 2014 / Ramble Records, Australia, 2021), the experimental/ambient album “Eimi” (Snow in Water Records, France, 2020), the vinyl album of his group Säure Adler (Ramble Records, Australia, 2021), and countless other physical and digital releases worldwide.

"My Turn to Go"

Adam from Mu