Very fresh sound!!! Great job, here!!👏🏻👏🏻🙏🙏❤️🕺🏼

Been listening to it for a while, and now the hammer hit the bell.. great creation!

WOW!  Fantastic song❤️. Awesome lyrics and the guitar is amazing.  Sounds great!!!!!!!

It's Thelonious-Panarlberg-Guybrush-Threepwood-Monkday! Commander Fullyard and myself had been snacking on this one since April 2021. More than happy that we finally got our baby born! While mighty Fullyard has done all the freaking magic he is famous for, my contribution was mainly about nonsense ideas such as playing the Theremin and sampling blowing-over-beerbottle sounds. Thank you a million times Stefan for this adventure, your stamina and all the wolves! The result is far beyond expectation; retrospectively it was clear however that things would be damn cool --- synchronized hairstyles obviously go hand in hand with synchronized vibes.

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'Round Midnight with Fullyard

Ye Jacobites By Name
Robert Burns 1759 - 1796

Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear, you will hear
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear.

What is right, and what is wrong, by the law, by the law?
What is right and what is wrong by the law?
What is right, and what is wrong?
A short sword, and a long,
A weak arm and a strong, for to draw, for to draw
A weak arm and a strong, for to draw.

What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife?
To whet th' assassin's knife,
Or hunt a parent's life, wi' bloody war?

Then let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state,
Then let your schemes alone in the state.
So let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,
And leave a man undone, to his fate, to his fate.
And leave a man undone, to his fate.

Ye Jacobites By Name

Part of the ‘elements’ series…Smoke is a combination of Fire, Air and some Water) 
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Smoke (Fire&Air)

This was a lot of fun to do. It started as an ambient guitar e-bow thing and became somthing very different. The audio is from a 1962 radio broadcast "The Doom Machine". Funny but at the same time relavant.

He's Perfect

Composition Philippe Guitare rythmique/Slide/Wah-Wah @user-759566380
Texte et chant Guillaume @user-759566380
Instrumentation/arrangements/mixage/masterisation @Tulipe-records

Paroles

On voudrait faire une chanson
Écolo , geek et non genrée
Qui plaise aux filles et aux garçons
Sans gluten sans vulgarités
On enfoncerait toutes ces portes
Ouvertes sur nos libertés
De Washington à Aigues-Mortes
On chanterait le poing levé

On devrait parler de Poutine
Et de sa folie des grandeurs
Qui mettent le feu dans nos vitrines
Comme une canicule en chaleur
On balancerait notre avis
Sur le changement climatique
On tordrait le cou nous aussi
A ces idées fausses et sceptiques

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire tomber un dictateur
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un jeune acteur
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A déranger les complotistes
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un vrai journaliste

On devrait faire une chanson
Sur la Covid mais sans tabous
Sur ces experts yaka fokon
Qui savaient tout sur rien surtout
On parlerait de tous ces gens
De ces héros du quotidien
Qu'un imbécile de Président
A traité comme des assassins

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire frémir les chaînes infos
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par Docteur Renaud
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A angoisser tous ces bavards
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par Mister Renard

On dézinguerait les puissants
Qui n'écoutent pas la Planète
Les oreilles bouchées par l'argent
L'cerveau au chaud dans leurs braguettes
On allumerait ces people
Qui font souffrir les dictionnaires
Qui polluent les pages de Google
Tout comme du pétrole dans la mer

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire peur aux capitalistes
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un communiste
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A effrayer tous les Bobos
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un Populo

We'd like to make a song
Eco-friendly, geeky and gender-neutral
that appeals to both boys and girls
Gluten-free without vulgarities
We'd break down all those doors
Open to our freedoms
From Washington to Aigues-Mortes
We'd sing with raised fists

We should talk about Putin
And his delusions of grandeur
Setting fire to our windows
Like a heat wave
We'd throw our weight around
On climate change
We, too, would bend our necks
To these false and skeptical ideas

And then we'd make a chorus
To bring down a dictator
Like a car with no brakes
Driven by a young actor
And then we'd make a chorus
To upset the conspiracists
Like a car without brakes
Driven by a real journalist

We should make a song
About the Covid but without taboos
About those yaka fokon experts
Who knew everything about nothing
We'd talk about all those people
These everyday heroes
Whom an imbecile President
Treated like assassins

And then we'd make a chorus
To make the news channels quiver
Like a car without brakes
Driven by Docteur Renaud
And then we'd make a chorus
To scare the chatterboxes
Like a car without brakes
Driven by Mister Renard

We'd blast the powerful
Who don't listen to the Planet
Their ears plugged by money
Their brains warmed in their zippers
We'd light up these celebrities
Who make dictionaries suffer
Polluting the pages of Google
Like oil in the sea

And then we'd make a chorus
To scare the capitalists
Like a car without brakes
Driven by a communist
And then we'd make a chorus
To scare all the haves
Like a car without brakes
Driven by the rabble

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD / TULIPE RECORD 2022

Sans Freins ( Tulipe & Jim ) TRANSLATED

Lyrics:
I’m bringing you down and I’m so sorry
Caught up in my own self doubt again

Why don’t you take advice
Cut ties and don’t think twice
‘Cause the morning won’t make it any better

Another day, another worry
And another waits around the bend

Why don’t you take advice
Cut ties and don’t think twice
‘Cause the morning wont make it any better

Now I feel it’s almost over
But I feel that every day
It doesn’t help if I am sober
Can’t get these thoughts to go away

Why don’t you take advice
Cut ties and don’t think twice 
‘Cause the morning wont make it any better

Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com

Cut Ties

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Written By Troy Seals & Donnie Fritts.
Performed By Uwe Lauterbach

We Had It All

cause if there is a grannie so her agent is paul barnes
and there is a twittie with her takes a carl sanders for her class

fond of you chorus remix

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Mirage

Original song written and performed by Julina Abecilla & David Hannah

Julina: Vocals, Lyrics, Songwriting & Production.
David: Guitars, Bass, Keys, Drum Programming, Songwriting & Production.

Dark Lord (Lyrics)

Gods of Heavy Metal
Lighting up the sky
Forces taking over
The turning of the tides
Waiting for the new King
Coming from the stars
Riding on a Crystal Ship
Behind Jupiter and Mars

Dark Lord
You shine so bright
Dark Lord
Light up the night
Dark Lord
My Crimson King
Dark Lord
Let freedom ring

Angels from the Heavens
Shining like the Sun
Teach us of the old ways
The new world has begun

Dark Lord
You shine so bright
Dark Lord
Light up the night
Dark Lord
My Crimson King
Dark Lord 
Let freedom ring

Gear Used:
Ibanez Jem 505
ESP E-II Horizon FR
Ibanez V7/S1/V8 pickups
EMG 57/66 pickups
Boss Effects
Rode K2 Studio Vocal Tube Mic
Audient iD14 Interface
SE Electronics Reflection Filter

Copyright © 2019 David Hannah & Julina Abecilla

All Rights Reserved

Dark Lord by Julina Abecilla & David Hannah

A/V Cult are long time friends and music fans who enjoy writing music together - mostly alternative rock. Dave and Glenn grew up about six houses down the street from each other in Northern Virginia (outside of DC) and have been best friends for ages. They met John in the early 90s when he joined the band Dave, Glenn, John Truesdell, and Kay Lightfoot started called Killing Beethoven. Life happened, they moved on with careers and families but always stayed close.  They started writing music together again a few years ago and decided to start posting it as A/V Cult

Cut Ties

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