Cool guitar and bass! I got excited listening to this!

A cover of Ween's masterpiece "Hippy Smell"
Music and lyrics written by Aaron Freeman and Mickey Melchiondo

Lyrics:

Hippy smell
Only I can tell
Patchouli oil
Sixties Girl
Said you're not real
And you're not surreal
Can't you tell
Hippy smell
Singin' hippy smell
Only I can tell
Patchouli oil
Sixties Girl
Singin' you're not real
And you're not surreal
Can't you tell
Hippy smell

She's got the hippy smell, ladies and gentlemen
You can smell the patchouli oil on her breath
See the Grateful Dead posters hangin' up all over the place
She said "You know, I wish I was alive in the sixties, cause those were really groovy times!"
Well, you know I got somethin' to tell you
You wouldn't want to be alive in the sixties
You would've probably gotten your little hippy ass killed or something you little shitface
Oh

Hippy smell
Only I can tell
Patchouli oil
Sixties Girl
Singin' you're not real
And you're not surreal
Can't you tell
Hippy smell

Hippy Smell (Ween Cover)

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They Came Into My Room Last Night

UnBoxed February 2024
Song by New Order (1983)
Original recording, vocal performance and acoustic guitar by the exquisite Elizabeth @sin-crawler
Reimagined and embellished by OUT OF THE BOX

[ d o w n l o a d a b l e ]

Blue Monday (Featuring Elizabeth)

Storm loaming over woodland.

A man tries to scam his way into heaven by creating an elixir that will give him whats needed to get past the gates. Legend has it that he's still perfecting the recipe to this day.

From the 'Spent Some Time in the Ground' EP by Aloe Boa.

Old Fashioned Magick

© 2024 Pantomime Riot

Shortwave shock and light wave flairs
Monsters underneath the stairs 
Slowly seeping night discords 
Animated ouija boards 
Horror films on every night 
Creepy crawlers turning white
Bitten nails and pupils wide
Rules of nature undefined 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear 

Blacked out moons and darker lanes 
Hard pulse crashing through the veins 
Spectrum edging small black holes
Failing limbs and sticky soles 
Sliding through the poisoned leaves 
Shadows tugging at the sleeves
Whispers landing up side down 
Earthly senses start to drown 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear 

Swirling vortex dragging by 
Distant  rumours underlie 
Bridges now just out of sight 
Darker senses can ignite 
Are there spaces we can’t see
That shimmer in the cold debris 
Shapeshifting anomalies 
Long lost ideologies 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear

PALE LIGHT

MOTHMAN

The Temple

( για τους επόμενους )
Without foreplay
Fuck the judges
We will go against it!
While the clear ones are spinning,
Their blue ones are twisted and shoved under the court ...
Eternal as groot,
But we still need soil...
Have you ever known here what a riot is, and what it will be...
Octopus after octopus; a cycle of destruction;
"Open your bags, show your hands;
That's the greenie zip,
If we had Islam, we would be armless."

Do not solder this abyss
By big actions,
Hunger cannot be appeased with cereals,
Minds cannot be awakened by corpses,
Now you are on telescopes
under magnifying glasses;
Running under bullets, intrigues of murder - the picture of the century ...
for years in the womb until it bursts.
Bullion Stacks
Bodies in the furnace
Construction sites and traffic jams 
Strings and bits are long
Slim as a
ghettoboy "What's wrong with you"

Steadfast as Zarathustra,
Alex and Abubakar Salim are fused together;
I am from the very origins,
Peoples kneading is thick,
The servants of the narrow are empty in their souls...
Tied to the main flaw of the world
And as luck would have it, it was impossible to choose;
They won't break me or us anyway 
Clans of squalid old freaks,
Bloodthirsty men and women, grandfathers and babies...
ass owners do not share with everyone, only with the guys who warm themselves in their bed.
Anti-Semites and gays
According to the work in the media
About family values,
Turn around bitches! This Sin is also being molded on you.

If there was a god, he would have been resurrected long ago
And bombs wouldn't fly to Odessa...
I've been fucking the system for years,
I'm a veteran here.
Ibuprofen Pallets;
I'm going to the beats again for something...
"..What if the tickets go missing?.."
And we are wrapped in a pool,
Flying from the waterfall
And there are no shoots nearby,
And there's nowhere to drop the anchor,
I am the fifth Avenger since the beginning,
Paranoia guards: "there is a raid everywhere ...",
And So there is little Air,
With me, only maself is next to me..,
There are corpse rows in my head,
They begged for mercy;
Today you are red everywhere, you are not welcome everywhere...
and I would like to serenade my muses in Naples...

The vipers still have their pockets full
Evening, 9 pm, windows are closed, but I'm catching space signals,
Stories arise from the void...
I run when I have the authority,
I'm healing my head with lines,
Who calls where on a sunny day? ..,
I think I'll spend it with my daughters.
A Bedouin in the desert, there are not even two of us..;
I'm building sand castles, everything is new in the morning ...
A couple of exploits count,
I can see right through the Goldfields...
don't forget it's dangerous to be close,
You won't notice and they'll squeeze you.
A relative of Kingston;
Layers of snow ice and mud in me;
The remaining risk is substantial,
Everyone was warned in advance,
".Was it not enough for six in the morning and a handful of faggots
with amazed witnesses?.."
If it weren't for the beats and if it weren't for you..;
Killed so much in yourself..;
And from now on everything is different,
Better get the clip ready,
I wanted to build my own emirate,
I was kind of glad,
But things quickly went downhill,
Jumpcut and again that totalitarian apparatus;
I'm not a collaborator, but there are gods.,
To whom the mic would have passed;
And we will lay a melody of paradise in your ears,
It's not for the labels and it's not for the money.,
The notes are eternal,
Live carelessly,
Don't be the same,
Have a core,
Mon ami,
Take care of the locals,
Feed the poor,
Fight the demons,
Either alone or with those,
Don't run from the shadows,
Tear down the walls!
-
We're from the vagina to the grave 
We fly with the wind of balida...

It wasn't as lucky as Ishmael.
With these waves I have
Obsession, like pe***il's.
Cold as Antarctica in summer;

Rockets, planets, the cult of hunger - what are we talking
about When wars are still going on,
When do people warm instant noodles..?

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Photo: Scout in a potato bag
After nearly losing one of my new kittens, Scout, to the deadly parasite Toxoplasma gondii (Toxoplasmosis), which caused some horrifying neurological symptoms, including body twitches, I decided to express my feelings about the experience in song using my new DAW. The song is upbeat because she recovered, and is now parasite free! 
Please feel free to download and add to it, if you are inspired.  
Kitty vocals by Pixabay
 :) Nadia

Toxoplasmosis (Instrumental) FREE DOWNLOAD by Nadia Selvaggi

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