🔥 Une énergie incroyable. J'adore les guitares

Heureux de découvrir votre travail! C'est un super son!

Hé mec, c'est un rocker entraînant et palpitant. Ton solo est excellent, tout comme le groove. Bravo pour celui-là, mec!

As gentle as the rolling hills, the bramble and the deer, the night it holds hushed secrets meant only for your ears.  As fleeting as a Truffula tree on paper framed by silk embroidered oak and gold melting in the rain.

Benefit From The Truth (Feat. Michael Cunio)

"Everyone would love to be able to be themselves but they can't"

It's been a while (my fault) but I'm pleased to present a new collaboration between myself and the esteemed Mr Belial Pelegrim 

https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

As usual Belial explores uncharted sonic territories and I try to stop him

BP also provided the superb accompanying artwork, please check out his incredible work if you haven't yet - the man is an audio-visual genius

Belial Pelegrim + Spiralizer - Other Side Somewhere

He dreamed of writing the great American novel
But when he tried to write his wheels just spun and spun
So he started doing book reviews to pay the bills
He became the literary equivalent of Atilla the Hun
Brutally criticizing, trying to find things to hate
He became a critic because his work was second rate
It takes years of work to write hundreds of pages
Each author thinks they’ve written a book for the ages
He skims though each manuscript in less than ten minutes
Reviews don’t pay that much so he has to set time limits
He pushed himself to the limit, day after day
100 pages per hour going down motorway
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
they hide between the lines
they crowd, they crowd, they become too vague
darken him, irritate him, push him - out of the margin,
The words all swirl together and he mutters to himself
He sits at his desk for hours. It’s not good for his health
He says if you don’t like my reviews, you can tell me to go to hell
To hell, to hell, you can tell me to go to hell
Sometimes if a good book made him jealous and it got under his skin
He’d write a bad review, try to send it to the discount bin
And every day his reviews grew more and more over the top
Like a shark in bloody water, he was unable to stop
And then one day he was overrun by a train of syllables going counterclockwise
And question marks appeared as the words blurred before his eyes
The words on the page now felt empty
He’d expended all his rage
The meaning of words was inverted
He was trapped in a hopeless cage
He viciously pointed out the flaws
Of all his contemporary peers
He burned his bridges and when he fell
his victims erupted in cheers
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
He said if you don’t like my reviews, 
you can tell me to go to hell
Now he works as a door to door vacuum cleaner salesman and that’s not going well
To hell, to hell, he told them to go to hell
He saw the trainwreck coming but he ignored the warning bell

The Ballad Of The (former) Literary Critic [lyrical collaboration with Michele Ansani]

"There is initiative required to pursue a relationship with a woman or a musical instrument; how often they are alike in their demands ... Ultimately, we are destined for forced labor where no thinking is required" (words of David Dunham, taken by his comment here below). Is artistic imagination destined to disappear, and will humanity indulge in total creative laziness (in music, art, literature), delegating to artificial intelligence the fulfilment of needs that have contributed to human progress? 

Lyrics: Mick Hansan
Music: AI

When I started going to school
I wondered why it was necessary to waste my time
days locked in a classroom listening to
of history mathematics physics, it was a crime

Then I finally got my high school diploma
I got the most with the least effort
I cheated the teachers with great serenity
luckily I wasn't forced to enrol at university

Of course, it was time to work
I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

I got married to a good woman
all house, church, shopping, baloney
Being from a good family
there was no shortage of money

We didn't have children, I didn't want them
It would have been too much work to bring them up
Besides, she chose in her spare time finally
working for free as a baby sitter in other families

I kept on doing my daily job
I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

One day my wife asked me for a divorce
I'm sure she didn't have another man
All she said to me was: ‘I'm not your watchman
and it's time to take an holiday from you.
A very long holiday: until I die, or you’

Deep down I didn't even mind
it was better to have an empty house
where I could safely indulge in idleness
without anyone pointing it out to me
renouncing any form of activeness

On the other hand I kept working
even though I didn't know how to do anything.
I worked at McDonald's, at Amazon, at Burger King
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
It takes a lot of talent to have no skill
never having anything to will

One day I thought: why not learn to play the piano?
It takes time and effort, maybe is better the ping pong
The guitar? And to do what, 
sing a Frank Sinatra's old and awful song?

But a night while yawning I'm surfing the net
I read about these new programmes, I read about AI
they say that this is quite a little something
without be a hard set
what a beautiful perspective, so eye-catching!
you could write songs 
without even knowing how to do it
make everyone listen to all them 
while you sit in your armchair

That was it, now I ride the wave
I signed up on different platforms
I don't have to use my name
I'm me but I'm not me

I produce several songs a day
have thousands of followers 
they are the flies, 
and I am the spider

I can't play anything
I can't sing
I have not to write what I think
but I became a successful songwriter

they are the flies, and I am the spider
I can't play anything
I can't sing
I have not to write what I think
but I'm a successful songwriter
they are the flies, and I am the spider

And if my wife had not already 
asked for and obtained the divorce
I would have done it by now

2. A talented man [lyrics in the description area]

Back in time
150 
million years ago
Archaeopteryx
 is up to tricks
In the canopy 
His wings he flicks
Y’know 
Y’know 
Looking for a juicy bug
Stegosaurus wonder past
Mammals dug a den
Hearts are beating fast
But will they last?

Only halfway through the dinosaurs long day
Is there really that much I can find to say?

Feathers on the wings
These are newly flying things
Though the birds will really take flight
Easy to miss 
Is Allosaurus Fragilis 
Hiding in the tree line out of sight 
Hold on tight 

Ceratosaurus is the dinosaur we want to see
A nose crest has to be the best, can we agree?

Archaeopteryx 
Has had his big bug nicked
He may be a dinosaur
But that don’t stop a lizards jaw
Tasting victory 
Catastrophe 
Stegosaurus takes a dump
And I won’t do a joke about his rump
Even though I could rhyme arse
Well, shit  - that came to pass

Another day in prehistory
Bring a book and why not stay for tea?

Back In Time

hello marty, here are two of your songs put to music. I hope you like it
impossible to send you these leads since you refuse the messages

Unaldulterated Thought Mechanism By Zitou Itou & Marty Andersson

Wild Christopher Lyrics & Vox
Mike all instruments 

“This Road”

Dirt, gravel and bricks
Soft shoulders, speed bumps 
and try to avoid the ditch

I head out with arms wide open
I don’t know what could happen next
Born to fly 
I keep learning to try expanding 
Out from the inside

I look up
I check both ways
A little fear but not enough to stop me 
From this trip I am destined 
To find out the meaning in all of this

Day after day I keep on dreaming
I’m on my way but not yet succeeding
Don’t know the way This road is leading me
But today’s the today 
I start breathing

Shady pathways and tricks
Cold shoulders, getting dumped 
and always in a tight pinch

I head out a little bit broken
I don’t know what could happen next
Lovers lie
I keep learning to try expanding 
out from the inside

Don’t give up
Look to new day
Have no fear
It’s not enough to stop me 
On this trip I am destined
To find out the meaning in all of this

Day after day I keep on dreaming
I’m on my way but not yet succeeding

Don’t know the way this road is leading
Today’s the day I start breathing

SOLO

I’m still standing arms wide open
I don’t know still what can happen next
Born to fly 
I keep learning to try expanding 
Out from the inside

Still looking up 
Things going my way
Have no fear
There is nothing to stop me 
In this trip I am destined
To find out the meaning in all of this

Day after day I keep on dreaming
I’m on my way almost succeeding
Don’t know the way this road is leading me 
Today is the today 
I start breathing
Released by:
Questionable Enterprises
Released by:
LLC September 2024©

Wild Christopher & Unguided Express This Road

'clown redux'

music: Rentt
lyrics, vocals, art: scotty
 https://on.soundcloud.com/QJv6N4bvd11GGu6D9

I put my makeup on before I hit the darkened streets.
Frighten children passing, as I pick my trick for treat.
Lure 'em to my vintage van with puppies and candy,
then tie 'em up and gag 'em so they can't release a shriek.

Then I'll take them to the basement of an old abandoned house.
The fear that they possess is what makes me most aroused.
And when I've done my dirty work, I'll put that fire out,
and dump 'em in the woods, with their parts scattered all around.

Call me fucking sick, I'm just a product of this world
and all you fucking people, how society's unfurled.
Try your best to catch me. Do your best to understand. 
But for every one of me there's worse things done by 'the man.'

clown redux (one man verity show)

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

Murmullo Del Viento

Magic Dreams

Black Swan

“Released Insomnia”  by Luke

Created & dedicated this sequel for my fans & friends who loved my  “Insomnia Trapped”

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Released Insomnia” by Luke

Entre stupre et bienséance!

"Couché dans l'herbe fraiche, je regarde les nuages naviguer dans cet océan turquoise au gré des caprices d’Éole et je me surprends à rêver d'un monde meilleur....." Pensée pour moi même - Bleep

Black Swan

Bleep

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