Name: LAPEDO CHILD by AMPHETAMINE ORCHESTRA in FROM ONE END OF THE SPECTRUM TO THE OTHER!
Duration: 5 min 57 s
Description: Don’t be fooled by musicians who click your tune’s like button, or even share your tune; chances are they never listened—only relevant feedback proves they did!

Ambient, analogue and... funky. Fine production as usual with melodic flourishes in the solos..

Amazing relaxing funk really like it great work.😎👍👏🎶

such an unique atmosphere, love the fusion of sounds and directions

really cool disco vibe with a touch of synthwave

Hooo !!! I think I found a page that I will listen often!

I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

FROM ONE END OF THE SPECTRUM TO THE OTHER!

VICTIM EXPECTED TO LIVE LIKE VICTIM
DIE....DIE....DIE LIKE A VICTIM
INNOCENT CHILD CAUGHT UP IN THE CONFUSION
WHY....WHY....WHY ALLL THE FRICTION

WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM
WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....

FOOLISHLY WE THINK WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
BUT DRINKING IN DEFEAT IS AS CLOSE AS WE'LL EVER COME
NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN CHANGED
MANY HAVE TRIED, BUT HAVE DIED BEFORE IT LEFT THE PAGE

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY

TOMORROW WILL BE JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY
OH, AND NOTHING CAN STOP THE TIDAL WAVES OF HISTORY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY

NOTHING CAN REPEL THE TIDAL WAVE OF MISERY
AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THE BLOODY COURSE OF HISTORY
NOTHING WILL DEFLECT THE BITTER BLOWS OF TRAGEDY
AND NO ONE CAN PROTECT THE INNOCENT FROM THE GUILTY

FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM

ALTHOUGH WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
WE WILL NEVER JOIN THEM
WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
BUT WE'LL NEVER....NEVER....NEVER JOIN THEM

SELLING OUT TO THEM SHOULD BE OUR BIGGEST FEAR
PROTECTING OUR INTEGRITY, OUR WHOLE CAREER
IF WE RETAIN OUR DIGNITY WE'RE VICTIMS IN THE FLESH
BUT OUR SOULS ARE ONE COMMODITY....
THEY CAN ONLY SECOND GUESS

DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
WON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN

DIE LIKE A VICTIM

BLUE SUN

OUR LIVES MAY BE WORTH LESS THAN GRAVITY
BUT WE ARE WORTH SO MUCH MORE....IN TOTALITY
BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN MORTALITY
AND WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN CATASTROPHE

WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR DESTINY
REFUSE TO CHANGE OUR MENTALITY
WE REFUSE TO REARRANGE OUR DIARY
CHANGE THE WAY WE VIEW SOCIETY
CHANGE THE MAN THAT LIVES INSIDE OF ME
CHANGE THE MAN

ONE STEP AHEAD OF DEVASTATION
TWO STEPS AWAY FROM TRIBULATION
THE GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION
WE INFLICT UPON THIS THING WE CALL....CREATION

ALTHOUGH WE SHARE COLLECTIVE VISION
EACH OF IS ON A DIFFERENT MISSION
TO SERVE THE ID THAT LURKS WITHIN
OUR SUPEREGO JUST A SKIN

THIS THING WE CALL CREATION

SOON AFTER OUR FIRST LOBOTOMY
WE VENTURED....DEEP INTO....BLACK COMEDY
PULLED BY THE STRINGS....OF HISTORY

THE ARCHITECTS OF.....OUR OWN STUPIDITY
BEGINNING WARS WE NEVER WIN
WE ARE THE PUPPETS, NOT THE MANNEQUINS
SWALLOWING OUR OWN PHILOSOPHY
CENSORING OUR OWN HUMANITY
EXPELLING NATURE, WE BREATHE IN NURTURE
WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE....

WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE - Ray Scott & Ste Van Horne (vocals) first edit

FREUDIAN LIPS

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CALLED UPON THE MEN IN WHITE JUST THE OTHER DAY BUT FEAR OF EARS 'A' LISTENING
PREVENTED ME FROM HAVING MY SAY
SO I TALKED WITH MY EYES
TO THE DOCTOR IN DISGUISE

FROM THE SCREAMING TO THE DREAMING WE TOUCHED ON EVERYTHING
WE TALKED ABOUT HOW LIFE BEGAN
THE WEATHER AND THE DAWN OF MAN AND EVEN WHEN HIS REIGN WOULD END WE TALKED ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD
AND HOW MY PARENTS NEVER UNDERSTOOD

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

ALL THE GRIEVING WITHOUT MEANING
AND THE HEARTACHE EACH DAY BRINGS
MAKE THEMSELVES....FELT THROUGH THE VOICES FOREVERMORE REVERBERATING WITHOUT END, A SINGLE VOICE BECOMES A FLOOD (ARE YOU INSANE? THIS IS THE GAME OF EVIL V GOOD)

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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MY TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
HIS TRAIN OF WORDS
COLLIDE INSIDE....MY ONE-TRACK-MIND MY WORLD COLLAPSES AROUND MY EARS MY MIND RETREATS TO THE EARLY YEARS
FREUDIAN LIPS (REPEATED)
TO THE EARLY YEARS (REPEATED)

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FREUDIAN LIPS vocal

Don’t be fooled by musicians who click your tune’s like button, or even share your tune; chances are they never listened—only relevant feedback proves they did!

LAPEDO CHILD

Texte Français et Google traduction

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Pas connu à ce jour
Si je dois tout vous dire.
Des aventures j’ai eu
Comme tous et comme chacun,
Quelques unes vécues,
Mais sans de lendemain.

Les images qu’on se donne,
Les rêves qu’on se fait,
Quand on ne trouve personne
Se terminent en regrets.
On fait « sans » comme on dit
A pleurer dans un coin,
On parle avec l’ennui
Car c’est lui qui nous tient.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
N’est pas venu mon tour,
Etre aimé par désir.
Ce destin pas croisé
Est-ce que je l’ai voulu ?
Ou m’a-t-il échappé
Sans l’avoir aperçu !

Alors je pense à tout,
Je pleure dans mon silence.
Je vous regarde vous,
Un peu moi quand j’y pense.
Toutes ses mains qui se tiennent,
Ces baisers échangés,
Bien seul avec mes peines,
Je retourne à rêver.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Je meurs de jour en jour
Pas besoin de le dire.
Je m’accroche à l’espoir
Pour qu’on vienne me chercher,
Continuer à y croire
Pourra- t’il me sauver ?

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Mes « donner » sans retour
M’aiderons à mourir.
Car ces histoires d’amour
Qui ne m’ont pas trouvées,
Finiront bien un jour
Par me faire m’en aller.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

I MISS THE WORDS

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Not known to date
If I have to tell you everything.
Adventures I had
Like everyone, like everyone
Some lived,
But without tomorrow.

The images we give ourselves,
The dreams we have,
When we can not find anyone
End in regret.
We do "without" as we say
To cry in a corner,
We talk with boredom
Because it is he who holds us.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Did not come my turn,
To be loved by desire.
This destiny not crossed
Did I want it?
Or did he escape me
Without having seen it!

So I think of everything,
I cry in my silence.
I look at you,
A little me when I think about it.
All his hands standing,
These kissing exchanged,
Well alone with my sorrows,
I go back to dreaming.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
I die from day to day
No need to say it.
I cling to hope
To be picked up,
Continue to believe
Can he save me?

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
My "give" without return
Will help me to die.
Because these love stories
Who did not find me,
Will finish well one day
To make me go.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS (Le manque d'amour)

Like a lot of us these days, I have some extra hours on my hands. While looking to amuse myself at this most unamusing time, I made this. I hope it cheers you, too, and provides a few minutes pleasure. That is all it is for.

This music is also my version of whistling past the graveyard. One of many versions.

Please stay healthy. And let us be strong, and pick each other up when one of us is down.

Lockdown Cocktail

Ce moment délicieux qui suspend le temps... un slow avec la personne espérée.
Une collaboration avec Tom Régnier déjà publiée,  mais que j'ai souhaité Remixer  ( une version avec l'orchestration + présente )  Merci à Tom pour sa confiance  @tom-r-gnier
Tom Régnier ( composition et interprétation piano solo )
Pascal Basso ( arrangements, orchestration, mixage )                                       This delicious moment that suspends time ... a slow with the person you hope.
A collaboration with Tom Régnier already published, but which I wanted to Remix (a version with orchestration + present) Thank you to Tom for his trust @ tom-r-gnier
Tom Régnier (composition and solo piano interpretation)
Pascal Basso (arrangements, orchestration, mixing)

Letting Go 🎈 ( Tom Régnier .  prod pb  Remix )

Spaces - Single

Spaces

One of the few tunes I play bass guitar on.

TEARS OF REMINISCENCE
FLOOD HER CHILD-LIKE EYES
AND FROM…THE FAR-FLUNG CORNERS
OF HER MULTI-PERSON MIND…

BREAK

WAVES OF SWEET SENSATION
EBB AND FLOW LIKE RADIATION
CARESSING EVERY NERVE AND FIBRE
WARMING THE COCKLES OF YOUR HEART

AND YOU CAN FEEL THE SOFT WARMTH OF HER LIPS
AS SHE GENTLY KISSES YOUR FINGERTIPS
AND AS SHE RUNS HER FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR
YOU WISH THIS DREAM WOULD LAST FOREVER

YOU STOOD THERE IRRESOLUTE
WHILE SHE WAS SO SPECIALISED
SHE WAS DRIFTING AWAY FROM YOU
THOUGH YOU WERE NOWHERE IN SIGHT

TEARS OF REMINISCENCE (recorded 1975)

Clairvoyance

Nothing is easy in our COVID 2020.  But we must all do our part.  That means masks, washing hands, social distancing...and voting.  Lives are depending on it.

Do your part...for the world

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Do Your Part

Porcupine

DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT; DON'T JUST COMMENT, SHARE!
I don't respond to musicians that just add, or just click like buttons, because it doesn't prove they actually listened!

Please don't just click the like button, because i don't know whether it means you didn't actually listen, or you don't think it's good enough to comment on! I will only return support to musicians I know have actually listened; anyone can click the like button, and many do, without actually listening!

I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

I DOUBT ANY MUSICIAN WILL EVER MATCH DAVID BOWIE'S BRILLIANCE; NO ONE WILL EVER INHERIT HIS CROWN, BUT I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE WILL COME CLOSER.

THIS MIGHT SOUND LIKE AN AMBITIOUS CLAIM, BUT I WOULDN'T BE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO MAKE IT IF I HADN'T REACHED THE POINT IN MY CREATIVE LIFE TO DO IT.

IN SOME WAYS I FALL SHORT, BECAUSE I PRODUCE TUNES SO RAPIDLY, THEY DON'T GET THE CARE AND ATTENTION THEY MIGHT RECEIVE IN A STUDIO, AND MY TUNES ARE NOT LITTERED WITH GREAT MUSICIANS; THE VAST MAJORITY OF MY TUNES ARE SOLO PROJECTS, AND I RARELY SPEND MORE THAN A DAY ON EACH TUNE, YET THEY ARE ALWAYS INNOVATIVE, CREATIVE, IMAGINATIVE, COVERING THE WHOLE SPECTRUM FROM DARK TO LIGHT.

NO BOUNDARIES IN MUSIC, SO I WANDER FROM GENRE TO GENRE WITHOUT THOUGHT OR INTENT, AND I CREATE ON THE FLY, YET MY TUNES ARE STRONGER THAN MANY TUNES THAT GET THE FULL TREATMENT, INVOLVING MONTHS OF WORK, AND PROFESSIONAL ENGINEERING!

IF LISTENERS KEEP THIS IN MIND, THEY WILL REALIZE THE TUNES I CREATE EXIST OUTSIDE NORMAL BOUNDARIES. VIEW THEM AS DEMOS, CREATED ON THE FLY, AND COMPLETED, FROM START TO FINISH, IN LESS THAN A DAY--HOW MANY MUSICIANS COULD DO THAT, WITHOUT SACRIFICING  STRENGTH,  DEPTH, ORIGINALITY AND FRESHNESS,

 THE UNBIASED LISTENER WOULDN'T DISAGREE WITH MY CLAIM OF BEING THE SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP; IF ANYTHING, I AM MORE ECLECTIC, EVEN THAN BOWIIE, AND MY LYRICS ARE EVERY BIT AS INNOVATIVE AS THE MUSIC. BOWIE'S LYRICS ARE BRILLIANT, BUT ONLY MADE SENSE SOME OF THE  TIME... MINE MAKE SENSE MOST OF THE TIME, AND ARE LITTERED WITH SOCIAL STATEMENTS PRESENTED FROM A NEW PERSPECTIVE!

IN ORDER TO DISAGREE WITH MY CLAIM, THE LISTENER WOULD NEED TO LISTEN TO A FEW HUNDRED OF MY TUNES FIRST; IT IS THE QUANTITY OF MY TUNES, HOW ECLECTIC MY APPROACH IS, AND HOW CONSISTENT THE STANDARD IS, THAT PROVIDES EVIDENCE FOR MY CLAIM, SO TO DISPUTE THAT CLAIM YOU MUST LISTEN TO HUNDREDS OF THEM :) STE VAN HORNE

DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT; DON'T JUST COMMENT, SHARE!
I don't respond to musicians that just add numbers, and i don't respond to musicians that just click the like button, because it doesn't prove they actually listened.

It is a myth that unsigned music equals inferior music; the only way we can blow that myth out of the water is to do it together!
DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT! And support musicians that support you!

MY TUNES ARE ALL ABOUT CREATING ON THE FLY; NO COOKBOOK, NO RULES, NO PREPARATION, NO PLAN; IT JUST HAPPENS!

FORMULA THINKING AND BOUNDARIES PUT EXTREME LIMITATIONS ON THE CREATIVE PROCESS; TRUE ART CAN NOT BE PRODUCED WITHIN A RESTRICTED SPACE!

I DON'T BREAK DOWN BOUNDARIES, BECAUSE THERE WERE NO BOUNDARIES IN MY WORLD TO BEGIN WITH!

MUSIC MUST CONTINUE TO EVOLVE, AND THE ECLECTIC APPROACH IS NOW THE ONLY WAY FORWARD, BECAUSE INDIVIDUAL GENRES HAVE BEEN EXHAUSTED!

CREATING WITHIN A SINGLE GENRE, THEREFORE, RESULTS IN REGURGITATION, REPETITION, AND MEDIOCRITY!

And way too much emphasis is placed on production value; actual creativity and diversity are taking a back seat! Inventive lyrics also rarely get the credit they deserve. This indifference to the talents that actually set musicians apart plays into the hands of a money-minded music industry, signing our own death warrants!

SUPPORT: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!!! FAIR EXCHANGE!
FAIR EXCHANGE: Listen 4 Listen, Comment 4 Comment, Share 4 Share!

Almost on a daily basis I am told by one Soundcloud user after another that my music is crap, that I have zero talent....what do you think? Are they right, or is it a case of sour grapes? And do you think I take it to heart :) No! What's heartbreaking for all of us is....WHEN NO ONE LISTENS!

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP: THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE WORLD instrumentals

SEVERAL MUSICIANS HAVE SUGGESTED I'M A IN A GENRE OF MY OWN, WHICH HAS TO BE THE ULTIMATE ACHIEVEMENT FOR A MUSICIAN!

MY APPROACH HAS ALWAYS BEEN, LET WHATEVER WANTS TO COME OUT, COME OUT; NO PLAN, NO BOUNDARIES, NO FORMULA, AND ON THE FLY! 

With so many people making music--literally tens of millions--there is a serious overcrowding problem, creating a wall of white noise; to stand out from that background, a musician must bring something very different to the table :)

HOPE THE DAY EVENTUALLY ARRIVES WHEN INNOVATION ONCE AGAIN REPLACES REGURGITATION, BUT, IN THE MEANTIME, IMITATION AND REGURGITATION CONTINUES TO GRAB THE AUDIENCE, WHICH IS BAD NEWS FOR THOSE OF US WHO INJECT OUR REAL PERSONALITIES INTO OUR TUNES :)

I COME FROM ONE OF THE MOST INSIGNIFICANT PLACES ON THE PLANET, CREWE! NO BAND OR MUSIC, OR ANY ARTIST REPRESENTING ANY OF THE ARTS, OF ANY SIGNIFICANCE EVER CAME FROM CREWE, AND I KIND OF LIKE THAT; A CREATIVE GIANT EVOLVING FROM A TOTALLY STERILE ENVIRONMENT :)

LAPEDO CHILD

AMPHETAMINE ORCHESTRA

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