Wednesday Collection #93

I Love Whatever You Say: 13 Sweet talking new songs from the SoundCloud community

I would rather take my time, and smooth out the rough edges on this song, I hope I get the chance to remix it and make that YouTube video I'm dreaming of...I guess we'll see?

Mirage (FoolsRushMix)

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
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This is the 6th song posted from the album I started using demo tracks given to me by Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the pandemic! This song was inspired by the mass shootings that plague the United States and the lack of progress this society and government makes toward increasing the safety and well being of all. I was recently surprised by an article in support of the “good guy with a gun” solution in a mainstream liberal news article. It’s basically the wild wild west out here still, lol. 

Big thanks to Wou Wou, Bit-zone, and Stricknice for sticking with me through this long project and being an awesome group to work with. And big thanks to The Magnetic Dog Sisters for working with me on this second track. I love their fresh experimental sound!

Track Credits:

The Magnetic Dog Sisters: Organs and Organ effects
Stricknice: Guitar additions, Samples and Sample Work, Ending Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
http://www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Lead Guitars, Synth, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

It’s true, dreams get shattered on a daily basis
You can see the disappointment on the multitudes faces
And on this occasion, even though I was sent to the ground I try to be gracious
As I watch the hind from behind, I plot how I’m still going to taste this 
Facts, I ain’t going to lie
Each time I try to sneak by the stag into his harem, I feel like I am less of a guy
I don’t know why I am always living in comparison
Stuck in this seasonal competition 
At the same time living in fear of becoming venison 
The life of an unfettered stag should be one of rugged individualism 
Yet here I am, alone and disappointed by my under actualized freedom, it’s embarrassing 
I walk alone once again and hear the birds singing
Try to let go of these dark thoughts that I’ve been thinking
It’s just me and this cool stream from which I’m drinking
The last thing I noticed was my ear ringing

I should have been running 
I should have had fear
Its clear that deaths near so you always 
Better beware 
I would have stared down that bullet 
If I knew it was my time
Look my maker in the eye 
As I’m about to die
Just as I was hitting my prime
With a fully aligned spine 
And a F.U. on my mind 
I would spit my cud on the ground 
And I would bellow out a sound
For the millions of lost deer to the round
Bullets of men, the scourge of the earth

The Shrike

The Shrike Pt. 2

The Magnetic Dog Sisters, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 2

STUMP AND A STONE

I come walking down Magoon Road
on my head is a heavy load,
on my back is what I own
been to the market heading back home.

One legged man standing up drunk
fell over sittin' on a stump
crazy man dancing on a stone
call me over on my way back home.

Stump and a stone
Stump and a stone
Stump and a stone
call me over on my way back home.

Jesus lizard in the burying ground tree
preparing a place there for me
uncle Joe's hat and a case of rum
open a bottle and pour us some.

Stump and a stone
Stump and a stone
Stump and a stone
call me over on my way back home.

Look for me on these dusty streets
it's just my shadow you gonna meet.
You may be right, I may be wrong
but it don't really matter 'cause I'm already gone.
don't really matter 'cause I'm already gone.

Said goodbye under the wisdom tree
that's the last they saw of me
drove a golden Cadillac 
drove away and didn't come back
drove away and didn't come back.

Stump and a stone
Stump and a stone
Stump and a stone
call me over on my way back home.
call me over on my way back home.

Stump and a Stone

My wife was listening all day to me working on this song. When I added a banjo, her interest piqued, and she wrote lyrics for a country feel.

The Prescription Blues
Lyrics Veronica Krath
Music Mike Krath
Performed and Produced Mike Krath

In the morning when I rise
Gotta take these pills to feel alive
They help me get through another day

Through all my aches and all my ills
My salvation lies in a tiny pill
And my life lies on a prescription pad

Why did the Lord put me on this earth
Just to take all these pills to feel my worth
Wish I could take my body back

Oh Lord, I wish there was another way,
To make it through another day,
Then taking all these pills.

Chorus:
And in the end when I die
My hope is that I’ll find myself in paradise
With no pills and no more pain
Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain.

The Prescription Blues

This is another one from the recordings we did with our former chanteuse Julia back then. Credits and hugs! Cheers @user-20931549 & @bonetender

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/11NA0j5nOD7ik6wdxacUGv

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Randy

Whatever you say 
say nothing

is a poem by Seamus Heaney 

'When I was a child' - 1 Corinthians 13:11, read by demonic mass murderer Anthony Blair

Whatever You Say

i love that bass

I Love That Bass

"The Roadside Ghost" by PS Perkins and R Thomas
Guitars, bass, vocals, synths: PS Perkins
Drums, percussion: R Thomas

Featuring Wendy DuMond aka "Bog Witch" aka @mamby-p on phantom background vocals

LYRICS:
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Out on the street, people you'll never meet
Struggling just to survive
You wouldn't want to be them, pretend you don't see them,
Just roll up your windows and drive

But the ghosts are not dead, and they're not in your head
They're just waiting right there to be seen
There's no way of knowing and the rowers keep rowing
Going somewhere that you've never been

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

The days turn to ash with no cars whizzing past
Where only the strangers belong
The desert is wide, and then once you're inside
You are hypnotized by its song

With a guitar to strum, the ghost sticks out its thumb
But it no longer hopes for a ride
Just shuffles along to the beat of the song
To lie down by the river side, dreaming....

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

With silence to ponder it's hard not to wander 
Your mind becomes vacant and free
No matter the cost, all who wander are lost
Swallowed up by the sagebrush sea

Your forever host is the roadside ghost
And it's broadcasting now on the breeze
You'll see there's no choice, there is only the voice:
"Follow me, follow me, follow me....."

Singing
Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Roadside Ghost

■概要(over view)
忙しく一日の仕事を終え、帰ろうとしたら豪雨。
なんて日だ！
・・そんな感じの曲です。
新曲作るのに苦戦しているので、先日録音したこの古い曲をアップします。
再録音するにあたり、歌詞も追加しています。(最後のところ)
ギターを再度修正するかもしれません。

After a busy day of work, when I was about to go home, it rained heavily.
what a day!
It's that kind of song.
I'm having a hard time making a new song, so I'm uploading this old song I recorded the other day.
I added the lyrics to the re-recording. (at the end)
I may fix the guitar again.

■歌詞
「豪雨」
ぱんだ氏：やっと仕事が終わったぁ。あれ？・・雨かぁ。

傘をさしたけど
雨は予想以上に強かった

折り畳み式の
小さい傘じゃ　雨宿りにもならない

冷淡な足取りで　水たまりなんかに目もくれず
のろまな牛が一頭
立ち尽くすように歩いてゆく

誰にも相手にされない
雷が怒り狂ってどこかに落ちた

驚いたネオンの光
しきりに瞬きを繰り返し

せわしない今日という一日を
日常と化してしまう

ずぶ濡れになった　足の行く先を
誰が気に留めようか

だけど思うのさ　君が
そこにいるだけで
幸せだった　春の日

「誰かがあなたの事をきっと見てる」
「いつの日か思い出すの　あなたの事」

■ lyrics
"heavy rain"
Mr. Panda: I'm finally done. that?・Is it raining?

I put up an umbrella
the rain was stronger than expected

foldable
A small umbrella won't even shelter from the rain

With cold steps, not paying attention to puddles
A slow cow walks as if standing still

The thunder that was ignored by everyone got angry and fell somewhere

Surprised neon light repeatedly blinks

The busy day becomes a daily routine

Where my feet are soaking wet
who cares

But I think of that spring day when I was happy just to have you there

"Someone must be watching you"
"I will remember you someday"

Gouu(heavy rain)

David Lucas and his late father, Bill Lucas, an acclaimed Sydney architect attended my voice workshops held by the "Once Extra Dance Company" back in the "80's". Adventurous , creative souls with no holds barred on what was the beginnings of Danse Danse. It was then called "Dance Out Of Beat" and was a commentary on the club scene that I'd very much been a part of in the "60's" In recent times I invited Annette Scott on board who has brought it brilliantly to fruition along with my longtime collaborator, Jazz pianist/composer, Kirk Kadish. Now we have a new take on the current dance scene with a touch of empowerment as to whom has the final moves.

Janice Slater

DANSE DANSE: Arterial Flow ft Vocalatti

Music and sound come pouring out, sometimes I record it.
Thanks for listening... Enjoy!
https://www.ajaxfilms.com

https://www.youtube.com/user/ajaxfilms/videos?view_as=subscriber

Stump and a Stone

AJAX MUSIC NYC