Progressive funk rock by the Dragonsail Puppets

Shapeshifting cobra with an image burned behind my eyes
This image I give off to you is another disguise

I'm travelling far away because this layer's growing thin
Your world's an onion I am peeling away skin by skin
Yes skin by skin by skin by skin by skin by skin by skin

How many skins till I'm in?

Shapeshifting cobra, still that image burned behind my eyes
I die and I'm reborn into the same familiar light
I'm torn but everything in form is something recognized
The same old visions spun and now I think I'm finally done

I'm going back to the labyrinth to stay
I'm going back to the labyrinth to stay
I'm going back to the labyrinth to stay
Or wear a layer away

A Layer Away

Meg Warren:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Keys, Vocals

Original version by The Pretenders, tribute to Chrissie Hynde. Recorded at Gatsby's Garage, mixed at Tone Hill, NY. Thanks for the attention!

Tribute

I' ll stand by you  ft. MEG WARREN

On the theme of this song
Marcel Proust used to say that we should not explain a work of art, that it is a bit like giving the recipe for a dish that we offer to taste. I am generally more of this opinion but for this piece I will depart from the rule for several reasons: its length its theme its difficult and slow creation.
We often go through less inspired times sometimes even it's a great desert of ideas that seems to extend as far as the eye can see. That’s a bit of what I’ve been through for the past two years, and probably many of us. And then this summer with Aline during our vacation in the city of Nantes we visited an incredible exhibition on hypnosis and in particular the breathtaking installation by artist Tony Oursler (https://tonyoursler.com/state_nonstate- hypnosis) which was the trigger. For some time now, I had in mind the idea of ​​a series of songs around the theme of sleep and dreams (the diva in the Watchmaker Dream was the first of the series) hypnosis then became the central theme. of this second song which took the form of a suite in 7 moments.
Hysteria is a neurosis which is characterized by real physical distress and suffering which are symptoms of conflicts and psychological trauma. At the end of the nineteenth century many famous doctors like Charcot and Freud began to regard hysteria as a disease and try to treat it with hypnosis. (Freud will abandon this technique later, preferring analysis by speaking alone)
The song tells the story of a session like this in its fanciful way.



the music

I also tried to give the mix a very analog color. We worked as much as possible the old-fashioned way with real instruments plugged into tube amps, emulations of old analog synths, and a tube mic for vocals in a tube eq too, and especially trying to play them. taken live. Finally, I used emulations of mythical consoles from the seventies a lot.

Construction
The piece is conceived as a series of "pictures"  alternating of instrumentals and parts sung by Aline. All these parts were recorded in order one after the other in a single session.

 The illustration
Drawn by Aline the beginning of a series of drawings that we will integrate into a video that may see the light of day in some time

Al’z (https://soundcloud.com/al-z-z-z)
Thank you very much to Al who, not content to deliver us one of his magnificent solos of which he has the secret to close the song, lent me his ears to advise me on this mix.
Ghost in me part one
Something in itself that repeats endlessly
Two bass
A wooden metronome the beating of a heart the ticking of a clock
1 33 Mesmerise me

Hypnosis as a game of seduction ...
 
mesmerise me
hypnotize me
set my mind free
 from my bloody body

Were you a kind of Freud, or doctor Charcot?
In your eyes I saw, a strange dark glow ...

mesmerise me
hypnotize me
set my mind free
 from my bloody body

I was the kind of girl you wanted on the couch
you were to heal my soul, you said you….

501 now you’re sleeping
Not easy with this drummer ^^
5.47 tell me where it hurts
Symptoms, resistance  ...
7.06 Painful soul, body complaint
Body and mind, the voice is the physical expression of the soul
Only one take for Aline and it was in the box….
10 49 Open that door
Open a door to find behind the symptoms ...
11.58 Ghosts in me part 2
... the ghosts of childhood
 Small intrusion into the trip hop
Solo guitar: Al’z
With a helping hand from our old "partner in crime" Al who plays the final solo

It's written on my aching body,
like a long and meaningless story.
I search in the buried memories
The key that could set me free.

Ghosts in me, ghosts of my childhood
haunt my endless sleepless nights.
Ghosts in me, ghosts from my cloudy mood
chase the day, darken the lights.

I'm lost in the land of no reason,
I am the inmate, I am the prison.
I want your help to find my way,
lead my soul to the light day.

The Session (with Al'z )

A little heavier than my usual. Started with a few stems created by Mark Lettieri. Many thanks Mark.
Greg Hurley: Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Bass guitar, Drum programming, mix and mastering.

Time is getting short
Time to put it all away
not feeling such comfort
only cold and bitter days

You always keep me warm
You drive away the storm

Time is getting short
I’ve burned 25,000 days
I can feel your support
you take all blues away

I will always be there too
I will always hold onto you

Time is getting short
Time to put it all away
not feeling such comfort
only cold and bitter days

You always keep me warm
You drive away the storm

I will always be there too
I will always hold onto you

You always keep me warm
You drive away the storm

25,000 Days

"Blues For Lornica (Lornica Blues)"

Lyrics and Music: Jonas L. Cockson

Playin' round a corn-picker
on her daddy's farm
thas where lil' Lornica
lost her little arm
My one-armed woman
She's really been
through hell
this is my ode to her
Her story I will tell..

Met her one a bar-stool
drowning in some rye
one arm, one hand, one smile
and a
pair of sapphire eyes
Oh--what a woman!
My heart began
to melt
this is my song to her
Her story I do tell..

Stumbling on the train tracks
bottle in her hand
well she had up and left me
for a
younger one-armed man
(you see)
she always loved me
and so she faced
the train
She gained a new beginning
and lost a life 
of pain..

Her body mutilated
snow is painted red
found her hand beside
the tracks 
and as I wept – yes – I said,
"My one-armed woman – a lady
fine and grand
This is the last time
I'll ever hold
yer hand
This is my goodbye
to you
I hope we'll 
meet again
I know we'll meet again
We'll meet again!"

Copyright 2021

"Blues For Lornica"

Three Days and Three Nights

Through The Valley

Sometimes musical skill constraints impose simplicity.  Not sure about the results, but I did what I could do...

RunUP (To A Love Song) 2

check my brain

Composed & produced by: Chivicke Home Studio/2018

The First Sunrise

Pic: When I first heard the Sex Pistols I set my music system on fire.

Published on SC [DATE]

In the comfort of your own mind

Resilience

Be another :
All voices : Alice Ciacco ( https://soundcloud.com/user-268821845)
All instruments (except when specified)  words, music and sound : François Tamby

be-another.com
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/artist/2Dr2hO4mMuknAciKExnxYn

The Session (with Al'z )

bE AnOthEr