YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
>
AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE
>
AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHORUS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN
>
YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
>
HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS
>
PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
>
PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
>
THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET
>
MACHINATION....
>
SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION
>
A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION
>
THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
>
THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE




SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION (A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE)

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE

AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHOROS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET

MACHINATION....

SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION

A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION

DISRESPECT

LOVES FIRE [LIVE]  Copyright SCRT Records

EXPERIMENT IN ERROR by Remnant60 and Steven Vellou Horne

Cast of Characters:

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four string fretless bass, vocals, lyrics, and seed idea
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric guitar 
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – clavinet and VST sax     
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar, mix, and production
Eclectic Collective -- composition

This song started its life as one of a batch of bass lines Josh came up with around the New Year holiday. He recorded it to a rudimentary drum loop, which Ken replaced perfectly with his own beat. Stephen was up after Ken, adding his tasteful, foundational guitar you hear underlying the entire song. Not to miss out on the guitaring, Tez came up with the ethereal guitar fills that float around in there. Mark came after Tez with his textural wah clavinet, also adding the wonderful sax solo you hear in the middle. After it was done musically, Josh went back and wrote some lyrics and sang them, too.
  Once it was in the can, we asked Tez to do the honors of mixing it for us, which he did in his always expert fashion. 
  This is a fine example of the Eclectic Collective coming together to create a heartfelt song, based on a bass line seed.  We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:

Sometimes I think about 
Things we used to talk about
Now I have to go without
Ever looking at your face x2
 
But I want you near me
Wish that you could hear me

What if we could ever reach
Out to the other each
But what would we say?
Is it just another routine day? x2
  
It makes my heart hurt bad
When I think of what I had
Now you’ve slipped away
Seems I saw you just the other day
 
Life can be really cruel
And I can be a fool
But I wish there were a way
I could hear what you would say

Loss - The Eclectic Collective

This track was the very first song I joined the Soundcloud community with, a year ago. This song started an amazing journey through which I met many amazing musicians, better and better songs. I am grateful for the force that led me here. In the early days, I was just trying to find my own style, and my studio was still in its initial form. Now, a year later, I have rethought this track. Listen to it with the same love as I made it.

Gray something MKII

dedicated to my sister Cindy (more to com)

During Sophie's last piano lesson I asked her to improvise a track on this piece. ( the mid range strings)  Then she started to improvise more.  I picked a key and told her to keep playing.  She did. She played beautiful music and she realized that she no longer needed music to play.  The light bulb turned on and she smiled.  People who only memorize music will forget it if they don't keep playing it.  When you can improvise in any key, you never forget that. You will always be able to play any time you sit at a piano and have no fear that you won't remember what you knew. it's important to know how to read music and the theory that goes with it,  but if that is all you can do, find a teacher who can teach you improv.  I'm very proud of her.  She has talent. 

Learning Forgiveness - Collab with Sophie

Drowning

This track is for Matilda ,an amazing artist ,whose kindness is overflowing .
Thank you so much Matilda ,you are an inspiration ,Thank you so much 
 Shine on .

Check out Matilda's Proud Dad ,and musical giant 

https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark

Thank you both for making such special gestures to me.

Shine on , Be Well :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

Matilda's Dub

You can watch a video clip of this music here: https://www.youtube.com/live/iIewllTLxm0
The story of cheerful driver Mauricio Babilonia and about his great love for Meme Buendia. About how a shotgun blast forever confined him to a hospital bed. About how Meme was forcibly taken overseas, to a distant mountain monastery, in whose damp and cold walls she was ordered to forget forever the bright image of her beloved - Mauricio Babilonia, a smiling guy, permanently surrounded by a cloud of fluttering yellow butterflies...

«Mauricio Babilonia» Op.16-06. (2014)

Yo, ik loop door de straten, asfalt ademt vuur
Mannen op de hoek, checken moves, ogen puur
Salam broeder, kifesh? Alles cash of crash?
Iedereen zoekt stack, niemand loopt hier flash

Auto’s rollen low, bass pompt in de night
Lantaarn schijnt goud op een weggegooide strijd
Hoor de echo van de stad, fluistert in m’n oor
Elke tegel heeft een story, elke muur een spoor

Straatlicht flikkert, schaduw op m’n pad
Ik zie de stad praten, fluisteren in de nacht
Echo’s van de wijk, beats in de lucht
Elke stap die ik zet is een deel van m’n vlucht

Boys in de game, niemand speelt voor de fun
Rook uit de shisha, toekomst in de mist verdwenen, son
De stad is een doolhof, wegen zonder eind
Sommigen blijven draaien, anderen worden gegrind

Zet de hoodie op, schaduw is m’n shield
Loop met de wind, voel hoe de stad me spiegelt
Neon reflecties, dromen die staken
Iedereen op zoek, maar velen blijven haken

Straatlicht flikkert, schaduw op m’n pad
Ik zie de stad praten, fluisteren in de nacht
Echo’s van de wijk, beats in de lucht
Elke stap die ik zet is een deel van m’n vlucht

Ik laat m’n voetstappen achter, echo in de tijd
Straat is een spiegel, weerspiegelt m’n strijd
... m'n strijd

Ze fluisteren nog steeds
in de muren
onder de grond

Elke steen ... kent m’n naam
Elke schaduw ... draagt m’n verhaal
Ik verdwijn
maar blijf bestaan

Broadcasting Paintings

Straatlicht

OPEN FOR PROJECTS AND STUFF!! HIT ME UP, Would really like to produce a song with different people! ty!
Self producing artist, experienced bass player and musician.
Situated around Montreal Canada. 
Into electro stuff a lot, Ambiant music with deepbass.
Bass player for Delsondrive, listen up here!
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/delsondrive/1656662400?l=fr-FR
Unexperienced singer, be easy on me.
I have been in diverse bands throughout my career.
Feel free to follow me and leave a comment, it is always greatly appreciated!

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