Live performance of this song on YouTube via this link https://youtu.be/rq1izdhlUdc?si=PWRwBgRtLzCBsuiX

to feel for you would be the craziest thing I could ever do 
Because you feel beyond what I could never begin to touch
you're so beyond what lies beneath my soul
I'm so afraid to show you what lies beneath it all
hold me now and love me in the end though cold as the arctic ice I'm melting once again 
I need to find comfort in a friend as cold as the arctic ice I'm melting once again
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I only wanted to love you why can't you let it be
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I never wanted to hurt you like you did me
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I only wanted to hold you through eternity
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I only seem to be distant when you're beckoning me
I still loved you in the end and as cold as the arctic ice we melted once again 
I don't need your false comfort as a friend you're as cold as the arctic ice and I'm melting once again
When I need you don't need
When you need I don't need
hold me now and love me in the end as cold as the arctic ice I'm melting once again 
I need to find comfort in a friend as cold as the arctic ice I'm melting once again
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I only wanted to love you why can't you let it be
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I never wanted to hurt you like you did me
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I only wanted to hold you through eternity
hope what I've given to you meets what you've given to me I only seem to be distant when you're beckoning me

Mike Molino: Piano, Vocals, lyrics;   Dave Ferrairo: Guitar, Bass, Drums

Arcticice

Time

Love is blind...and maybe a little deaf! A simple, folksy song about listening to someone pickin' a guitar. Sung by Sierra Wolfe, Chris and Shael on guitars and produced, as always, by Shael Wrinch at the Stone Hill studio, Bowen Island...
Lyrics:
My baby loves to play guitar
I know he's never very far
'cause when I hear that Gibson tone
I realize I'm not alone
My baby loves to play guitar
My baby loves to sing a song
and he may sing it right or wrong
He's not the best I've ever heard
but I hang on every word
My baby loves to sing a song
He's just a little out of tune
He's been know to clear the room
but when I see those dreamy eyes
his voice is still my sweet surprise
I'd buy his records by the pound
My feet would never touch the ground
and I may be his only fan
but I'd cheer to fill the stands
My baby loves to play guitar

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Play Guitar

From the EP "Short Songs For Tall Minds" Soundcloud 2022
Lyrics:
She demands satisfaction
It's a chemical reaction
We are strangers on the dance floor
But she'll never take you home
The lady she likes to live alone
Lady likes to live alone
The lady likes to live alone

She lives herself in the light
Yeah, in the zietgeist
She doesn't need anyone
Hogging the remote
Or overestimating their charm
Like little boys
That never ever say their prayers
Leaving their mess around
Both literary and figuratively
The lady likes to live alone 
 Lady likes to live alone
She doesn't want to pick up your phone
The lady likes to live alone

(Oh yeah) That lady she lives alone
She doesn't need you hanging around her throne
She says: "You're an okay lover (all right)
But she tired of talking about it
She tired of waking up in the middle of the night
When you're crying in your sleep
The lady likes to live alone...

The Lady Likes To Live Alone

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually, as part of a future solo album)

Sometimes the synchronicities come together so perfectly, you can’t help but laugh. I’ve been working on this song for a few weeks now; a piece inspired by a charmingly snarky friend of mine, from my favorite chat group. And on the day I planned to release it, I discover it’s also our host’s birthday. So it is with great excitement that I get to dedicate this quirkiest of songs to our dear friend Eddie Shook; the host of ‘Anything Goes’ (now broadcasting on alt-Thursdays on Mixlr (http://mixlr.com/sleepy-bass-radio/); then uploaded to Mixcloud (https://www.mixcloud.com/DJMenamenasta/)). Thank you Eddie, for 4.5 fantastic years (at least, that’s when I joined in. Haha) of great music; and for introducing me to a wonderful new circle of friends. You truly know how to put together an evocative and entertain show; and draw a kind and friendly audience as well.

Now to share some of the funnest things that have resulted from Eddie’s show over the years, starting with the title of this song… *nudges Janine gently into the spotlight*. Thanks to Eddie's generosity, my music has made an appearance pretty much every week since I discovered ‘Anything Goes’. My songs are usually nestled in between a modern day band emulating the electro sounds of the 80s or 90s, and a band authentically from the 60s or 70s (the show is very diverse, as the title suggests). Two shows ago, as my latest creation was playing, Janine made the comment ‘Your music always has this Subversive Robot Leprechaun element’, and everyone in the chat room loved the comment. After a brief discussion, we concluded… I needed to make that song. And so here it is. And thank you, Janine… for being the impetus behind this one. :)

Next wonderful story. Even before I discovered ‘Anything Goes’, Carlos was already a regular attendee in chat. When I first heard his music, I was honestly overwhelmed. My ears were not prepared for his depth and breadth of instrumental skill, and his time signatures quite simply boggled my mind. But after several shows I began to see the brilliance in the structure; and after several more, I began to ask questions. Carlos is truly generous with his knowledge, and he always takes time to explain musical concepts to me. Just listening to the show, I learned so much about music theory. Recently, Carlos generously offered to teach me some music theory basics (as well as how to actually play piano), and now a whole new phase of my life has begun… at the age of 52. And after just a few lessons, I can now play several musical scales and chords (like the Minor Pentatonic scales, as well as finally understanding that whole Circle of Fifths and Fourths thingy). So thank you, thank you, thank you, my friend. I can’t put into words how exciting this is for me.

And then of course there are all the collaborative projects that have resulted from this show (and the connections that I’ve made). I’m now at 20 collaborations/remixes; all with people I discovered (or actually met) on the show… and it’s a spectacular list: Carlos, Janine, Darren and Kelley (Keldari Station), Johanna (jOjO’Star), Stoney (Stone Catcherye), Jason (Asleep with Headphones and Lazy Dada, and also the generous provider of the Mixlr account), Michael (Think Good Audio), Frank and Kara (Honor in Treason), and Cheryl and Bevan (Vague Notion). I’m honored to have met all these talented musicians, and privileged to have worked with many of them. So… many thanks to all of you as well.

So there you go, Eddie. Thank you for everything. Happy birthday, my friend. I hope you are having a wonderful day today. And I hope this quirky little song puts a smile on your face. I look forward to chatting with you again next Thursday. :)

And for the rest of you SC music lovers, I hope you enjoy ‘Subversive Robot Leprechaun’. :D

WTF! The Musical

Subversive Robot Leprechaun

The Gnostic Trio (John Zorn) — Prelude 1. The Middle Pillar

Ausline was a dickfighter
he fought, with his stick, to the ends of the earth
fought, with his phallus, for truth and justice
fought until it hurt

All his friends were prickfighters
They fought for the only thing of any worth
riskin their sole most prized possession
for the top of the pile of nerds

And it hurt
oh how it hurt
and it hurt 
oh how it hurt
but it burnt
away the lies
and it earned 
the only prize
and it angered
enemy eyes
And they paid
the final price

their interwebs were full of lies
the twisted tails of dumpster fires
wrapped around their fingers
Like the rings of The Nine
Ringwraiths they, forsaking light
Endless battle in the night
To keep the ravening dogs away
consuming all, if they had their way

So they battled, so they slayed
a million dickheads, a million slaves
a thousand men and more a day
Feeding the fire of the fray 
And when these men had won the day
No great welcome home for they
shunned reviled and cast away
To fend for themselves in the cold and gray

But still they will be back one day
To save ourselves from the fingers of fate
We wind around our necks each day
With no way out, no voice or say, no 
thanks they ask, nor love or pay
True heroes, known not in their day, con-
signed to future times to find
And know, it was by only they

and it Hurt
oh how it hurt
and it hurt 
oh how it hurt
but it burnt
away the lies
and it earned 
the only prize
and it angered
enemy eyes
And they paid
the final price

Percussive Persuasion

The Rock in the Hard Place

The Rock In The Hard Place

in the center of mind 
sits a singular void
where all is created
and all is destroyed
recycling all 
through the field it creates
your body itself is the living gate
and if you create
by the power of mind
those structures within 
that have served throughout time
the madness you've known
from then on, is joy
For the world is your oyster
And its shell, your toy!

Center your mind
Inside of that place
witness collapsing 
& expanding space
Fall into the center
Of the center's insides
Then bounce off the bottom
and blow yer damn mind

working the mercury through catalyst
purified by fire, all coarseness of earth
captain badness would complete the great work
and the gates of madness, reveal our true worth

it was just too much
for the man to deny
he knew what he wanted
He wanted to fly
With Icarus' wings 
And Hercules' legs
he knelt & he straightened
and shot off into space
and I wanted to go 
along for the ride
so i wasn't watching when he 
flamed out and died
but i felt it when he left us
felt it in my chest
like the part of me ripped out
that i loved the best

now listen my daughter
and baby boy
as i tell you a secret
few else will employ
there's only one thing 
worth learning in this world
and that's to love everything
as though it were yours
Because it is
it really is 
it's yours

and you ain't supposed to run it all
into the god damned ground
like we are

and the ones who run the world
tug on monied strings 
to harm from afar

and they kill
and they destroy
and they make war
and they sell toys
and sell you cars

he sat and went quiet
and when he awoke
he found he could see them
and all they had wrought
Suppression, and 
so much noise
an endless hum, like the 
buzzing of flies

We live in their jar
we feed them our lives
and when they have ended
they make us go twice
and ripped out of context
you forget what's right
and the gates of madness
shall claim your whole life

and I wanted to go 
along for the ride
so i wasn't watching when he 
flamed out and died
but i felt it when he left us
felt it in my chest
like the part of me ripped out
that i loved the best

and i wanted to go
along for the ride
so i wasn't listening
when he told me why
Though we all learn the hard way
the lessons of time
i'll make your path easy
just hold to this light

Captain Badness at the Gates of Madness

Captain Badness At The Gates Of Madness

Cry for the Moon

Trance About Aliens

This song was part of a ritual ceremony performed on stage during the VISONS OF ZOSIMOS performance. It is a very unique song to me. It was used to tell a story about that which was being banished from the room. Before the banishing/exorcism I referred to this song only as "The Inevitable Feeling of Rape". After the ritual was complete it was further renamed as its purpose was complete and its existence no longer felt as hideous or foul.

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Banishings and Beginnings

This is a recording of a set of singing bowls.  The root bowl is C#, the Aum tone or Earth tone.  The other bowls are harmonized with the Chakras in this scale.

These types of singing bowls have been used since ancient times in meditations and healing work.  They are traditionally made with 7 metals representing the 7 planets that the tibetan monks were aware of at the time.  The bowls produce monaural beats and harmonic overtones that affect body and mind on a deep level.  The bowl set here is based on the Earth tone.  This is also known as "Om" and is the calculated sound signature of the Earth as it travels around the sun. In Indian music this is also called the Sadja. The corresponding bowls were matched according to the Chakra system in Ayurvedic medicine.  This also corresponds roughly with the western major scale.

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Tibetan Singing Bowls - C# Root Chakra Earth Tone - Relaxation and Meditation

Tibetan Singing Bowls - Chakra Set C# Earth Tone

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