In a second listen. This is a big one man. 🦩

Quite a stew you've cooked here - seasoned nicely with Celtic and Southern-fried flavours.

Great guitar playing, beautiful…!!🌍☮︎👍🐞🍀2024

Great track Brian...
👏👏👏👏👏👏

When https://soundcloud.com/ipg1, historical SC member, offered this open collab from one of his pages: https://soundcloud.com/level-one-up1/unused-multiples-140-bpm-open-for-collab, I was immediately inspired by the modern sound where I felt some rock wanting to get out!
IPG1: Try the link above to find his great prog-nu-hop-trap-track!
RUIZZOIDMAN: guitars, bass, added drums, lyrics from an old poem, vocals, choir.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics

TU AUSENCIA  /  YOUR ABSENCE

(Tu ausencia, tu ausencia…)  /  (Your absence, your absence...)

Hoy que la noche es oscura,  /  Today that the night is dark,
(y estridente)  /  (and strident)
hoy que la noche es brumosa,  /  today that the night is foggy,
hoy que la luna se oculta,  /  today that the moon is hidden,
(largamente)  /  (for long)
la soledad es odiosa.  /  loneliness is hateful.

Hoy que he roto la sonrisa,  /  Today that I broke my smile,
(del pasado)  /  (from the past)
hoy me grita la conciencia  /  today my conscience screams
para acrecentar la prisa,  /  to increase the hurry,
(demasiado)  /  (too much)
careciendo tu presencia.  /  lacking your presence.

El frío de esta noche que ya no es clara,  /  The cold of this night that is no longer clear,
¡el frío de esta noche me llueve tanto!  /  the cold of this night rains on me so much!
y estas gotas que ruedan por mi cara,  /  and these drops that roll down my face,
¿son gotas de lluvia, o son de llanto?  /  are they raindrops, or because of crying?
(¿Son gotas…)  /  (Are they drops...)

Un pasivo gris inunda mi mente,  /  A passive grayness floods my mind,
un gris silencioso que empaña el cielo,  /  a silent grey that steams the sky,
y estos tonos muertos que nadie vierte,  /  and these dead tones that no one pours,
¿son de la tormenta, o por mi duelo?  /  are they from the storm, or from my mourning?
(¿Son de la…)  /  (Are they from the...)

La gélida oscuridad que me viene  /  The cold darkness that comes to me
es la nube fatal de mi existencia,  /  is the fatal cloud of my existence,
pero el frío afilado que me hiere  /  but the sharp cold that hurts me
¿es frío por la noche, o por tu ausencia?  /  is it cold of night, or because of your absence?
(¿Es frío…)   /  (Is it cold...)

Tu Ausencia (with IPG1)

THE SEA WAS WATCHING US

Gosh!  Over a year since I've posted a new song!  It’s been a rough few years, but for me, the past 6 months have been particularly hard.  

This song was written ages ago, but I wanted to record it, just to have a copy for myself.  It’s a one-take piano/singing thing, with flaws but a sense of the underlying feeling.  While I was producing it, it developed a life of its own.  I had thought I’d rock it up with quite a conventional sound, but the drums and bass insisted on having their own unique flavours – ribbons of synth.  Aah well, here it is, a bit rough around the edges but at least I can feel that I am making music again...  thanks so much for listening!

Rock it…

O rock it, come rock baby roll
there’s a tide rolling green through my soul
Somewhere faint I remember the person I am
Rock it, come baby rock baby roll

Seems everyone’s dancing to light, 
there’s a song we all hear in the night
With the moon wide and high static spitting the sky
seems everyone’s dancing to light
Some red and some yellow some white
seems everyone dances to light

And the dust, it comes muddy your veins
dreary life dull and moaning in pain
Circuits broken and lost and you can’t think to cry
lost the code lost the path and can’t understand why
and the meaningless days and interminable nights
when there’s nowhere to fly and the wings lost their flight
found the feathers all crushed on the floor
trampled broken, don’t work any more

O rock it, come rock baby roll
there’s a tide rolling green through my soul
Somewhere faint I remember the person I am
Rock it, come baby rock baby roll

But somehow the cycle moves through,
the winds of change whisper and call
some beat in your brain lets the sleep patterns change
to the pulse of the blood and the beat of the brain
and awaken arise to the life-song refrain

O rock it, come rock baby roll
there’s a tide rolling green through my soul
Somewhere faint I remember the person I am
Rock it, come baby rock baby roll

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Written sung made and played by Emma

Rock it...

Light Breeze

Blue Skies
Angels Ladder - Track by Zulu Rice Shop
Lyrics & Vocals by SistaSandra
IPhone Collab

"My older brother came for a visit...we went to a concert..I made him dinner and when he left I was transported back to being a little girl..I wanted to go with him...and I wrote this song to get over the lump in my throat when he left."

Blue Skies

From the album Schopenhauer's Apprentice

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you speak your words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

when you lie to me 
I can't believe
when you speak those words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

Schopenhauer's Apprentice

Cry Wolf

The image shows a slightly altered photo detail from: Tree Stump, Meanwood Churchyard, a photography by Tim Green from Bradford (Wikimedia commons)

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"They all go stupid in a race."
(Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The following text passage is mainly a translation from a blog by the author Goetz Eisenberg (*1951) called:
https://durchhalteprosa.de/ 
(which can best be translated as „Perseverance Prose“)

In the translation I have tried to stay as close as possible to the original text, however, due to phrasing, composition (etc…), I have used slight changes and additions.
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Desensitization

Apocalyptic images 
Every evening on the news 
Heat, fires and disease
Floods, earthquakes, famines, 
War and destruction…
We are given such a daily dose 
Of horror news 
That we loose 
The capacity for outrage and revolt. 
We become numb 
And also threaten to loose 
The abilities we need 
To have empathy. 

(ref1)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Make us fall silent
And paralyse the hooves

All go crazy in a race …

The more drastic the images 
We are presented with, 
The faster we forget 
What we have seen. 
The abundance and above all 
The concreteness of the images
Is the best means 
Of making us immune
To others misfortune. 
This is a facet of the "dialectic of enlightenment" 
That is far too little considered:
The more clearly 
Barbarism can be seen, 
The faster 
We forget it. 
News had a greater impact on us 
When we only heard or read it. 
The images of it arose 
In our minds 
And then occupied us more than one time

All go crazy in a race …

(ref2)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Simply fob us off
With the surface

All go crazy in a race 
They all go stupid in a race	(2)
and we float along with it…

Desensitization

Combstead - Composition, Arrangement, Main Mix https://soundcloud.com/markcombs-928282858?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Robert Grigg - Guitar, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/robert-grigg?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Brian Butts - Guitar

G.B.C. - Who Noise

Featuring Lake Rhythm from Jeryia J. Please enjoy.

Lake Rhythm

Aside from musical satisfaction and $$$ - the motivations for artists to keeping going can be an addiction to the love from the audience.

SCREAMING AND THROWING UNDIES

Take my time with plug-ins
Connection satisfaction
Waving arms like a summons
Pointy introductions
And soon I’m ridin’ minor sevenths
Endorphins in my canal
I’m like a godly presence
As music funks it’s way around

But the pessimist inside – says shoot me your lovin’ arrows
Cause the deficit is – oh - the needing of something so shallow
Gimme screaming and throwing undies (love me love me love me)
Gimme screaming and throwing undies

Career or labour of love
Try and define it
Eyeing up those at the front
Is anyone buyin’ it
I’m phrasing out the words I wrote
Looking for misty eyes 
Reaching for a soulful note
Into clover wrap me tight 

Nature’s opium ride
Musicality
Bathing up here in spotlight
Dopamine alchemy                             Yeah I’m riding . . .

SCREAMING and THROWING UNDIES

no espero mas

Progressive Metal Guitarist, Drummer, Bassist, and Keyboardist.

G.B.C. - Who Noise

Brian Butts

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