Thanks to everyone of you amazing artists on that list! you make my days so much brighter everytime I listen! I listen when Im happy and I listen when I feel hopeless, then I feel better 🙂 And that means so much to me! Your music is healing! Thank you for being you, sharing your art and your light ❤️

✨My soundcloud favorites✨

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Hand on the Rock Selection

Featured Artist - Ian the Magi©️Ian from Wales. Master of Korg and epic human being and musical love spreader. good luck scrolling to the end of Ian's list haha It's longer than anyones I think. Magic man is a super musician and song writer - Check out Magi©ian™ (Making music make a difference) on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/6aFi6BE6o39xvz7wTn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

Life Lessons from the Rock

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Hand On The Rock Playlist

indie folk songwriter/fred king of the bears

Copy of Sista San AKA SistasanDra

Copy of Len Bennati FM Folk

Mistral is a strong, cold wind that blows from France into the Mediterranean. It‘s strongest in the transition between winter and spring and it plays an important role in the climate of Provence. It represents the raw and destructive forces of nature, but at the same time it helps life to thrive.
 
Winds bring changes and affect our lives in different ways, both positive and negative.
 
The song expresses the feeling of waking up from a difficult period into a more gentle one, as if the negative things had been blown away by the mistral wind.
 
After all, winds can bring dark stormy clouds, but they can as well take them away, revealing bright blue skies.

Mistral

▶️ Listen on Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/track/34TfsaZmGsvpoYbAaL5V8B?si=35fc52f46b5a4cc0

▶️ Listen on Youtube
https://youtu.be/iUQnZArLhlA

Follow Vidoux
Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/1rMoI8IX7gALEIV7VJN5iT
Instagram https://www.instagram.com/vidouxmusic/?hl=de

Follow Ambyion
www.ambyion.com
Spotify spoti.fi/2D2lJlb
Apple Music apple.co/2YYAeQj
Instagram instagram.com/ambyionmusic/
Soundcloud @ambyion
Facebook facebook.com/ambyionmusic/
Bandcamp bit.ly/2VjV8b6

Ambyion & Vidoux - Reaching For The Stars (Chill House Edit)

it's hard to be in another's shadow
stuck in the lime light again
can you ever get past them
 your spot light waits in vain   
                                                                                              Its hard to be a famous man's daughter
 people love you but not for why they alter 
 they want a bit of his fame
 they feel special but you don't feel the same

does your a pretty  daughter 
 she makes you feel old and plain
mirror mirror  you  just got older
when will you be  beautiful again
                                          
OR SO THEY SAY       
 that's what they say

its  hard to be Cinderella  stepsister
when you wanted to marry the princes to
 why can't you have a happy ending 
 NO GOLDEN SLIPER FOR YOU
                                        

its hard to be a WALL FLOWER   
to be no one special at all
watching others dance 
with the prince at the ball

Fame

Okay guys. I thought I could change my style and come back different but when I build tracks I just went deeper into this ambient style and found out that I already found my style. So I'm back now with this piece
Enjoy!
On the Buy-link it's also free downloadable (in case the normal one doesn't work anymore)

Met You

Over Easy

I’m singing in my favorite key                                       
You know the one, the major G                                    
To keep things easy                                                       
Over easy                                                                           
I’m strumming fast like Johnny Ramone
Although my singing’s kinda monotone
Let’s keep things easy
Over easy

How do you like it                                                           
This life we have become
Some scrambled, some hard-boiled
Some rich omeletted ones.
My shell is cracking
I got a piece stuck on my tongue
Half-baked is so much better
Than completely overdone
Over Easy                                                                          

I once was a complicated boy
Put on a suit and threw away my toys
So much for easy
Over easy
Rebel rouser solely in my mind
That’s why I’m dazed and dizzy all the time
Feeling queasy
Over easy

Chorus

Bridge-  You got some egg upon your face                       
              Wipe it off and stay in place                                 
              There ain’t no time to break on through                    
              Step out of line, this ain’t no joke                         
              Fuck it up and poke your yolk                              
              If it can run, so can you                                        

I’m singing  in my favourite key
I’m singing in my favourite key
I'm singing in my favourite key…you know the one,
you know the one,  you know the one
Over easy …over easy…etc…..



Over Easy

Go All The Way

The future's uncertain, the end is unclear
There'll be songs unsung, new foes to fear
I don't know if we got another 40 years
Or 40 days to rock n roll.

You could die like Janis or live like Keith
Pay penance for the excess with survivor's grief
Embrace your madness and their disbelief
You can rock, you can roll

Chorus

You can go all the way
Go all the way
No turning back
Move ahead, attack
As you go all the way

But I'm still stranded in the jungle of my common sense
I keep the tiger at bay by living future tense
"Never get out of the boat", Fredrick Forrest says
As the cameras start to roll

Yeah you can die like Jimi or live like Keith
Keep sailing till you land on a safer beach
But our  fate and the future's always out of reach
Will you rock or will you roll?

Chorus

Like the Rolling Stones 
you could last a hundred years
But don't forget poor Brian Jones 
Swallowed deep those poolside fears
It could go either way
Life, death and bad swordplay
A single lunge and thrust could steal your time.

The future's uncertain, the end is unclear 
The trophies and the troubles bound to disappear
Turn around to find the same old worries here
Not much rock and too much roll

You  could die like Janis or die like Keith
alone or soft surrounded by survivor's grief
A tale to tell tomorrow, taste their disbelief
As you rock, as you roll, as you…

Go all the way
Go all the way
No turning back
Move ahead, attack
As you go all the way





Go All The Way

Rainbow Swamp

update: i made a new version with better drums

assim

Getting There

Megacosm

Synaptogenesis

Twilight piano

life lesson by Sleepaway Camp 1983...Ricky rulez...Bill not so much....
Brought to you by the letter Ch as in cheesy

Why do we fight? All this eye for an eye                     
 Insults and put downs, saying things like “Eat shit and die”   
 We could have better manners                        
 Maybe just forget and forgive
 To paraphrase the Buddah, 
we's all got to eat shit and live….          

Now Bill and Ricky they could not get along              
Sleepaway campers 
Best part of this song
Teenage tigers going tit for tat                                    
Their words like weapons, how they spit and spat 

Juvenile expressions of excrement
Odorous impressions of discontent
Swallowing their anger using bathroom wit
We’re all gonna taste it one day

Bill said,“Eat shit and die Ricky!”                                 
Ricky said, “Eat shit and live Bill!”                               
Bill said, “Eat shit and die Ricky”
Ricky said, “Eat shit and live Bill”
We’re all gonna eat shit and live

Your hands are getting dirty, they will not come clean
After taking a dump in life’s Mensch-Maschine
No soap for your sins, for your body or face
Swallowing now, you won’t enjoy the taste

Billy and Ricky well they know the score
Baseball battles like love and war
Winners and losers, forget all the rules
And mangé la merde
Well that’s French, you tool

Bill said,“Eat shit and die Ricky!”
Ricky said, “Eat shit and live Bill!”
Bill said, “Eat shit and die Ricky”
Ricky said, “Eat shit and live Bill”
We’re all gonna eat shit and live

Perchance to dream                                                       
Perchance to wake                                                         
Lick the icing off your cake                                           
Happy Birthday boy                                                       
We’re glad that you dropped by                  
Now here’s some shit, it waits for you                         
Like Bill and Ricky you’ll be tasting it too                    
But will you live or will you die?                                   

Bill said,“Eat shit and die Ricky!”
Ricky said, “Eat shit and live Bill!”
Bill said, “Eat shit and die Ricky”
Ricky said, “Eat shit and live Bill”
We’re all gonna eat shit and live


words: Hand On The Rock/Jonathan Tiersten/Robert Hiltzik
music:  Hand On The Rock





          



Eat Shit and Live

Dysfunction In My Function                        

There’s dysfunction in my function
There’s a mess inside my mind
Got a crack in the foundation
Too much water in the wine
Gonna stake out, break out,  give up the ghost
Take no prisoners, leave my post
There’s dysfunction in my function
Please be kind


There’s dysfunction in my function
There’s a bug inside my brain
Wired for sight and sound, I hear
The beauty and the pain
As they shake it, break it, keep turning those screws
I'll hammer out this message
Excavate it for you
There’s dysfunction in their function
They're all the same


            So if you want to build it with me
            You’ll have to settle for my carpentry
            Trying to fix it using string and glue
            Embrace the madness, let it fall on you
            Forget those money back guarantees
            Construction stalling with apologies 
            Climb out of the rubble
            Try another point of view

There’s dysfunction in our function
There’s a war within our world
Forget conjunction junction
Too many lonely boys and girls
If you wait for perfection, you'll be stalling too long
Rolling your eyes at this bedroom song
There’s dysfunction in your function
There’s dysfunction in my function
There’s dysfunction in the function
 Of this world



            

             

             




Dysfunction In My Function

my futile attempt at transcendence despite the wise teachings of Ram Dass (aka Richard Alpert), whose insightful words bookend this song


Get Lost  

Gonna take a trip inside myself                                                
To find serenity
It’s not a place I know so well
But it’s where I’m taking me
I start this meditation
Close my eyes and count to ten
Lose myself and take a breath 
Repeat it once again

I get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
Conscious seething, breathing
Got my toes and fingers crossed

Drive the coast to Big Sur
A former hippie way
Timmy Leary, Dicky Alpert
What do those mushrooms say?
Well, Timmy went to prison
And Dicky changed his name
And me I go in circles
I can’t understand my brain

Get lost, get lost
Albert Hofmann’s in the kitchen
He can cook that secret sauce
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond my permafrost
                                                                                         
OOHH  the infinite beauty
OOHH the infinite me
OOHH the intoxication
Oh don't do don't do
 just be…. Let It Be

Ram Dass, the Dali Lama
Baba is my name
Yogacise don’t moralize
I play the Buddah game
Psilocybin take me higher
Mother Earth I feel her near
Holds me in her sunshine
I dissolve and disappear

Get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond this permafrost



Get Lost

Robert DeNiro  

Watching movies back in 76                                       
We all dug Taxi Driver                                                    
See the people how they’re passing him by
"Hey Sport How’s Iris?"
Pushups, pullups, alone in his room
No more pills for his body
He’s organized, his muscles are tight
Training to be somebody

Are you talkin’ to me?                                                     
Well, I'm the only one here
Are you talkin’ to me?

I wanna be like Robert DeNiro                                     
He was my Raging Bull, my anti-hero                        
Resonated with all of us weirdos
I wanna be like Robert DeNiro       

On those Mean Streets, shufflin’ his feet
He don’t trust anybody
Maybe not the best way to be
He wants to be somebody
You saw what happened to poor Johnny Boy
"We don’t pay Mooks" and that’s that
“Now's the Time”, then a shot through the void
Somebody’s paying him back

Are you talkin’ to me?
I think you're talking to me

I wanna be like Robert DeNiro
He was my Raging Bull, my anti-hero
Resonated with all of us zeros
I wanna be like Robert DeNiro   

You never got me down Ray   
Better to be king for a night     
Than a schmuck for a lifetime  
I always preferred Godfather 2 
I think it was because of you    
Hey Robert projecting to that little world of mine  

We both grew older over the years
Not so serious lately
Middle age and those Senior fears
We're getting grey and less shapely
You served me well then, back in my youth
Now it all seems so hazy
Let's travel back, take a New York trip
And hang out with Scorsese

Are you talkin’ to me?

I wanna be like Robert DeNiro
He was my Raging Bull, my anti-hero
Resonated, reverberated with all of us weirdos
I wanna be
Maybe you wanna be
Nobody can be like Robert DeNiro

Robert DeNiro



Feb 11 1963....Death of Sylvia Plath... 62 years ago... 
Florida Dawn reference found within the pages of  the Bell Jar her only novel
Sylvia Plath reading a portion of Lady Lazarus opens tune...

Florida Dawn

All that we touch                                       
Turns to dust                                            
The flesh gone frantic                              
The ink upon the page                         
The idea stays                                         
Reading pages of Plath                            
Such a sad aftermath                               
I picked up those letters                             
And sprinkled some bits on your grave       
See love where it lays                                 

That February spinning round                       
Breath is getting thin                                     
Sit and watch the ocean tide                         
Centuries crashing in                                     
In the Florida Dawn                                        
Another episode of cruel                                
The leader and the ones lead on                    
Who's playing tricks on who?                          

Rain begets rust                                           
Turns steel into dust                                     
The flesh gone static                                    
A chemical tease for the brain                    
Why did you read her again?                          
She did a Sylvia Plath                                 
Climbing into the bath                                    
I'll spare you the details,                               
the end result was the same                       
Minus the fame                                            

Now everything is spinning round                 
In this space I'm in                                       
I sit and watch the ocean tide                        
All those centuries crashing in                       
In the Florida Dawn                                       
Replay your episode of cruel                            
The leader and the one lead on                    
Who's playing tricks on who?                          

I walk these words and find myself              
Where you said you'd be 
I walk these words to where you ought to be                            
But there's only me                                       







Florida Dawn

some pessimistic rantings about the sorry state of the planet with help from some of the original Star Trek gang...all the clips taken from the episode City on the Edge of Forever...great episode about time travel..very well written, profound,funny and sad.....  DeForest Kelly as a delirious Dr McCoy delivers a masterclass in overacting...

You!! What Planet Is This?

Captain Kirk can't preserve our federation
You better beam him up Scotty
Politicos, polluters and corporate power players
All flash and fake and shoddy
Paranoia, planet-panic
My fear, it multiplies
Like McCoy trippin’ out on Cordrazine
A raging question plagues my mind

You! What Planet Is This?
Phasers set to stun
World come undone
One step from the abyss 
You! What Planet Is This?
From greed to gun
Real-life science fiction fun

Mr. Spock can't wave off, our project in illogic
Better beam him up Scotty
Frustrated with the intellect of all us human players 
As we destroy Earth’s mind and body
Patriotic ploys gone frantic
Terra firma fools collide
The air impure, thoughts incorrect 
Edith Keeler must die

You!  What planet is this?
Take a leap through time
Try to save mankind
From the march to the precipice
You! What Planet Is this?
Silly Star Trek song
Hope I got the ending wrong

Run Run DeForest
Run Run Doctor Run
Run through the cities 
With the maniacs and moneyed ones
Run Run Children
Run Run Children Run
You better Run
Run

You! What Planet is this?
Third from the sun
You know, the violent one
Exploding in our midst
You! What Planet is this?
Watch the lights go out
As we twist and shout








You!!!  What Planet is this?

more existential dread about the state of the world 
I need to turn off the news
I used  this fantastic sci movie from 1957 to explain things metaphorically....
wrote it this morning very quickly..it just came together

The Incredible Shrinking Man 

I once was big as them                            
Living life on a whim                                 
Then a strange thing happened              
It could happen to you                             
Take a look at the shape I’m in                 

You placed me in a doll house
Put a lock upon the door
Your miniature man 
Now on parade
Have you ever seen my kind before?

I'm down here                                       
But they don't see me                          
Guess I'll have to take a stand                   
Getting smaller                                     
As the days they run away from me      
Your incredible shrinking man               
My body, no longer at my command         

Now there's danger everywhere 
I'm prey to everything
The cat, the spider, your prejudice 
Wish I could grow some wings

Too small for the circus now
Can't trust the human show
Gonna crawl right through the window screen
Say goodbye to all I know

I'm down here
Where they can't touch me
You'll never understand
What it's like 
To live this life of fear and fright
A little guy, in a strangers’ land
The incredible shrinking man 

Break

I'm down here
Where they can't hear me
It’s not like I had this planned
Gonna take my  tiny life
Gotta try to make it right
Build a little toy town with these tiny hands
Please remember me
Your Incredible Shrinking Man 




The Incredible Shrinking Man

a little song about heartache written over 40 years ago

Hard To Tell

A bottle full of memories 
And a battle with the booze
I wish I could remember 
All those things we had but had to lose

I wish you would remember 
But perhaps you just won't tell
It hurts to see you as a stranger
But I guess it's just as well

You burned all my letters
All those words, you had to lose
We were so young to be lovers
Never thought your lips could bring bad news

I couldn't find the reasons 
And you wouldn't find the time
We were both alone together
Although I guess that we did try

And as I write this down, I see you turn away
Colder than an open door on a winter's day
Like an angel enshrined 
You could take me anytime
Oh baby was it so hard to tell?
Baby was it so hard to tell?
Baby was it so hard to tell that I loved you?




Hard To Tell

François Hollande's reign as president was marked by a secret love affair, deadly terror attacks and an economic policy U-turn. There was something endearing about the man, however, captured in this infamous speech in English. Hope I don't get deported for this, enjoy! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGHMrWKUf1g

Be You - soyez vous            
Be proud of you - soyez fier de vous
Because you can be- parce que vous pouvez être
Do - faire
What we want to do - ce que nous voulons faire

Il a peut-être raison - ge is probably right
Ce vieux président - this old president
C’est un peux déroutant - it’s a bit confusing
Mais aussi très profond - but also deep

Be You !

fools of kings

I just redid the mix and fixed the drums, and some of the more glaring vocal problems, and got that cool guitar lead to shine a little. It sounds a lot better now.
Please pardon my vocals, this is actually for a female artist. Not autobiographical, just a story. My apologies to Irma Thomas.

You were my angel, and i was under your spell
And you promised life would be a fairytale
But i was no more than your possession
And you put me through hell
Though you called it heaven

And everytime i tried to leave, you’d just wave your hand
And I’d come crawling back on my knees
I would pray you’d treat me better
When you’d smile at me so sad and so sweet

But something’s changed inside, I can see now who you are
and that sweet smile aint gonna get you very far!

Now who’s the one? Who’s down on their knees?
No need to beg, there’s nothing left that you can take from me
You don’t have any power here no more
Well you’ve lost your wings, and I know just what you’re here for
You are no angel, you are a devil, to the core
And you ain’t welcome here no more

Don’t come back inside, don’t put your bags down on the floor
You ain’t welcome here no more

You ain't welcome here no more

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation acoustic guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and compostion
Scratch Kelly -- @scratchkelly — Sarah —  vocals
one man verity show – @one-man-verity-show – Scotty – Epiphone Casino melodic  electric guitar and vocals
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino --  vocals
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – triangle and vocals
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Strat electric guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Andersen Custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass

Mr Bringer-er Together-er is Josh. You may also know him as artist Entheogenic Psychnought, or the spine of Eclectic Collective. We all came across Josh in our own lucky ways, but he really sets a high bar for spreading constructive musical love and encouragement on SoundCloud. This song started out as a comment. I (Carl/TBD) went to call Josh Mr Bringer-er Together-er and my phone auto corrected it. the next morning K2 swooped in and said what I wanted so I used that as a trigger for the song.
So, I had a rough arrangement. We then invited a few artists, except Josh, to paint it for him. Scratch Kelly, aka Sarah, beamed through some amazing vocals. Not long behind Joe Stroffolino painted in some brilliant backing vox. Then Scotty (One Man Verity Show) chimed in with some amazing guitar, trippy backing vocals, and the super artwork you get to enjoy. Mark brushed in a triangle and some vox, and then Ken added those trusty drums. Tez then strutted in and added some super lead guitar, and not far behind him was Stephen with some epic rhythm guitar that showed the way for the song from that point of view showing a much better space to all the other instruments than the original demo guitar. That was a lovely lesson on less is more...

The song was now ready to give to the main man for him to paint, and he chose his trusty bass to put some strawberries on his own musical cake.

I now stared at 37 tracks and went... Hmmm Stephen, Help! Stephen mixed and mastered it to its crisp current form, and it was a very difficult mix. He basically had to merge 3 projects to one and really aced the challenging mix and master like the true shaman he is. We hope you enjoy the song that brought us together again. May it give us more togetherness like Josh so wonderfully demonstrates everyday

You da brother man Josh 🤘🏽

Lyrics

Magnet of human
Moulded by melody mind
Just jester Josh delivers this kind
Collective of creed worth all our belief
Friendship
Togetherness through skill and relief

Sharing, Caring
Composer of purr
Human vibrations of the highest occur
Let's celebrate this human some more
It's Mr Bringer-er together-er

Mr Bringer-er together-er
Mr Bringer-er together-er

Loving, Not shoving
Honing, Not moaning
Positive to give
In music he live
Loving his kids
Like he loves us
The luckiest kids who take this EC bus
Josh is the driver
Mr Music Jeez
More Mr Bringer-ers together-ers please

Mr Bringer-er together-er
Mr Bringer-er together-er

The Joshua Tree collecting collective
Physical dreams
Metaphysical pleasures
Skills. New.
Unconditional prime time
The only thing we tow is how we making new time line

Mr Bringer-er together-er

You are the rod
You cast your spinners
You reel us back in from lake bitter winter
It's Spring all the time in your World and Page
Our Mr Bringer-er together-er sage

We all love ya mate

Mr Bringer-er together-er
Mr Bringer-er together-er Oh oo
Mr Bringer-er together-er
Mr Bringer-er together-er Oh oo

Mr Bringer-er Together-er - The Eclectic Collective

This year is the 50th anniversary of the ABC Movie of the week Trilogy of Terror- It was 3 chilling adaptions of 3 short stories written by the great sci fi author Richard Matheson. The late Karen Black ( not only a wonderful actress,she was also a great singer and songwriter) starred in all 3 of the features playing 4 characters.  As 12 year old kids of course we were the most horrified and terrified by the final story Amelia - a  story about  a demonic warrior doll that comes to life and starts attacking poor Ms. Black
here is a youtube link to Amelia the third story in the Trilogy of Terror ( 24 minutes)-https://youtu.be/hjr0ziHwraw

 Starts out pretty chill but the last 10 mins of that film were very intense for us in 1975 ..we kids couldn't sleep well for a few nights .. I wrote the song as an homage to the story/movie/Ms. Black ( she didnt really like the movie) as well as using the story as  metaphor for the demons that live in us all
my electric guitar playing scared the dog as usual
hope my silly song does not scare you too much
3 short clips from Amelia are spliced in there


Karen Black And That Creepy Doll Attack

The hunter and the hunted
The virtue and the sin
Inside of every creature
Light and dark reside in them

Zuni Hunter Fetish Doll
The puppet seeks its prey
That TV movie freaking out
Us kids back in the day

Trilogy of Terror
The duality of man
Unrestrained we let our monsters roam
On which side will you stand

The camera films a gruesome tale
Shag carpet bloody scenes
Kitchen knives and voodoo jive
A f$%ked up figurine

Karen Black
And that creepy doll attack
Wish I coulda been there
To pull it off her back
Karen Black
She ain't coming back
He who kills, all screech and shrill
Has got her mind hijacked

Break

The moral meets the message
Let fight defeat the fear
Repressed regret you can't forget
Like finger pricked by spear

She can't smother, drown or stab it
Or burn it up you see
When she locked it in a suitcase
It escaped eventually 

Take the hate from your heart
And turn it on its head
Or like the Zuni wooden doll
It hunts you down instead

Stand up against the doubters
Don't doubt the space you find
Ignore those dirty demon dolls
Who scream inside your mind

Ms. Karen Black
Why does she smile like that
Her Zuni fate, she sits in wait
Her Mama will get whacked
Karen Black
Such a creepy doll attack 
Quadruple billed her acting thrilled
My half century flashback

Karen Black
Karen Black and that creepy doll attack 
Karen Black 
Karen Black and that creepy doll attack

Karen Black & that Creepy Doll Attack

n & n

מוזיקה ואלקטרוניקה
נרדי
Elia Meir Savorai
נבו סבוראי

מופק באולפני חדר זמני

 A Tribute to Carlos Castaneda


The Hunter       תסרב

another old recording that is  part cover part original
about my 90s fascination with Hope Sandoval and Mazzy Star...

When I was a boy I struggled with sin    
Faith, Hope and lust, where do I begin   
A monster awakened, electricity            
MTV Mazzy Star, my Mary Shelley 
         
Look at her singing, this angel, my crush  
Head tilting, eye shifting, my brain turns to mush 
Raven haired beauty, so soft, shy and stiff 
Haunting my head, sweet sound from her lips 
 
She sang Fade Into You          
Strange that you never knew   
Fade Into You                             
Me she never knew                   

When I was a boy I struggled to play 
To find the right words, thoughts got in the way 
I was building momentum, just biding my time 
Found hope and erupted, I'm sure it's a sign

Look at her dreaming, I can't see her hands
White dress and black boots, they don't understand 
That what she is holding, It's a message from me 
I've sent it to her, right through the TV

Fade Into You                             
Strange that you never knew  
Fade Into You                             
Me she never knew                  

Dr. Frankenstein I presume
 Sad creature from the Black Lagoon 
Like Lon Chaney howling at the moon
No one understands

Little waif  her mystery
Spins a spell to transform me
Kinda awkward no apologies
The stranger takes a stand

So write up that novel, Hold the Hand inside me
Creature, Creator, our narrative freed
This life lived in shadow, come apart and go black
Can you put it together? Why you singing like that?

Fade Into You                             
Strange that you never knew   
Fade Into You                             
Me You never knew                    
Yeah me she never knew 
Me she never knew

Lyrics HotR/Sandoval/Roback 
Music HotR



Fade Into You ...or...The Magical Tale of How Hope Sandoval Turned The Rock Into A Piece of Putty

Lots of subtle guitar layers on this.

Downloadable

A kaleidoscope sea,
waves folding into triangles and circles
as if the ocean had learned to play with blocks. 
Above, the sun unravels into bright shards, 
scattering like toys in the sky. 
It feels joyful, almost innocent. 
Yet every color carries a hush. 
Summer is only tidying up its games before slipping quietly away.

Polygon Equinox

Polygon Equinox ↧

Foreigner's Double Vision .. 2nd Album..What was I thinking?.... Got me banned for life from Towers Department Store in St. Catharines way back in 1978.
Luckily I mended my ways but I carry this burden around and generally avoid listening to Classic Rock Radio as I am triggered by this song and that other one ... Hot-blooded ...check it n see...
Apologies to Mick Jones and Lou Gramm for stealing their music and rewriting their song to sing my truth....
opening clips from The Myth of Shoplifting film 1964
end clip from the movie High Fidelity

Shoplifting (The Double Vision  Foreigner Cassette Tape)

Feeling down and dirty, no financial means
So I shoved that cassette tape down my crisp blue jeans
Slinking down the aisle, bulge between my thighs
The abandoned eighth commandment
I was such a foolish child

Yes I stole from Towers
Foreigner's Double Vision
No surprise
They threatened me with prison
Ooooh, the floor walker grabbed a hold of me
Hot-blooded, tone-deaf to apology
My one-way ticket to delinquency 

Just a grubby little juvie back in ‘78
Big brother disappointed in my musical taste 
He said, “ You could have stolen Zevon, maybe Marley or some PiL
Now you're banned for life from Towers for that boring AM swill 

I kleptified, for that Double Vision
My Mom mortified at my bad decision 
Oooh, the police want to take a drive with me
Backseat of shame, the neighbors’ eyes on me
That Double Vision shopping lesson got the best of me
They arrested me 

Oooh Double Vision
A Foreigner filch
That brought me such derision 
Oooh Double Vision
Grounded and hounded
Parental supervision 
Oooh full frontal implant
The struggle to smuggle
Cassette tape covertly in pants
Oooh that cardinal sin
Shoplifting and grifting
My Fruit of the Loom I slipped it in

Shoplifting (The Foreigner Double Vision  Cassette Tape)

Like U

A new song......My story of my school years. I was generally happy in my life through grade three. But then came the 4th grade. Glasses provided some visual clarity , but what came with it ...the name calling ,bullying off and on through high school. Anxiety, introversion and shyness would be my shadows throughout. The chorus are thoughts which ruminated in my mind through high school graduation.My life did  not begin to turn around in a positive way until my first job then junior college. Music helped me along the way and has been a positive , driving force in my life until this day.

Lyrics:

My early story is a question to ponder 
Why am I here? What is this life?
Born in the year nineteen hundred and fifty-six
A small baby, held warmly in the kitchen light
I saw happy faces, they were mom and dad
A house full of laughter, a cradle of what I had
Toys on the floor, summers that felt like gold
A little world of comfort where the future hadn’t been told

At five I began school with new clothes and shoes
Learning to count, learning to sing the rules
Everyone smiling, other children’s hands to take
Recess like heaven, every friendship is at stake
Three years rolled on and more games to play
Little victories stack up day by day
There was a promise in pencils and in rhyme
I felt the world was steady in this careful time

Why am I here, with the sun on my skin?
What is this life, where do I begin?
Fifty-six questions humming softly in my mind
I’m looking for answers, just passing the time
Why am I here, when does this road unfold?
Born with a story, with hands to hold

Then grade four came in like a shorthand storm
Anxiety crept where the sunlight was warm
I couldn’t see the distance, the letters blurred and spun
My chest filled with questions I could not outrun
My teacher glanced over, eyes soft and kind
I sat in the back, quiet, with a restless mind
Not learning at the pace, the others seemed to keep
Just a kid with a secret, and the hurt buried deep


Then came the discovery, what a joy to see
Glass on my face and the world came free
Suddenly the print was a mountain I could climb
Colors had edges, and the clock kept time
But joy can be sudden and delicate as glass
“Hey four eyes”, the cruel words came to pass
Those years got lonelier, laughter thinned to gray
Anxiety and stress came quietly to stay
                                                                 
My first love was sweet and new
Playing games with a shy smile and trembling view
Learning became a ladder with some rungs too far
Teachers leaned in, tried to patch every scar
They noticed the lag, and called me aside
Offering extra patience, they walked me through the tide
Joined another class where the pace was kind
Holding on to something that I couldn’t find

I learned about courage in the classroom’s ordinary light
How to be small and still stand up in the night
Warm and loving family, their voices a thread
Holding up the questions that circled in my head
I practiced my letters like prayers to a door
Hoping each stroke would open something more
The world was both gentle and sharp with its knife
And every small survival felt like life

Now when I look back at that little room of toys
At the small boy learning how to love and make noise
I keep asking the questions, not always to solve
But to let the mysteries gently evolve
Why am I here?  Maybe to keep asking still
To meet the next sunrise on the top of a hill
Born in nineteen fifty-six, I carry the light
Fifty-six questions, and a will to write.

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
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Fifty-Six Questions

suddenly

Bye Bye Humans, Cristofer L - Lucky Foam (Artema Recordings)

Yes, it's all about the ride, so forget about the finish line
Spoken words mainly from Bob Dishy and the late Philip Seymour Hoffman(in his scene stealing performance as former bagpiping childstar Sandy Lyle) from the 2004 movie Along Came Polly...Let It Rain!

If  you feel the need to bust out and solo,   Mr. Hoffman will gladly demonstrate how to find that freedom to rock out
take a look

https://youtu.be/Z5sH9Gpa4PM?si=d99f_6wXgcx9h1aI

Lyrics

Yesterday's gone                                              
But this race keeps dragging on                       
The rules they believe
Not the same for you and me 
Hard to play fair                                             
Hard not to cheat                                          
Hard just to stand on your own two feet         
No need to deceive                                        
Just walk on by                                                             
Forget about the finish line                           
Forget about that finish line                               

A prodigal son
I'm tasting moonbeams on my tongue 
Your greatest mistake 
Let's celebrate and cut the cake
Face to the wall
I turn and say cheese
Time to confess this misery 
No need to grieve
Let's dance on by
And forget about the finish line
Let's forget about that finish line

One foot in front of the other                               
Lunge, leap, somersault, and roll              
Always falling down in your bread and your butter             
Take a chance and lose yourself                        
It's not the end you need to encounter              
This life in cruise control                                     

Hard to play fair
Hard not to cheat
Hard just to stand on your own two feet 
No need to grieve
Just dance on by
Forget about that finish line 
Forget about that finish line
Forget about the finish line



Forget About The Finish Line

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@julioc0rd0va lands on @naafi with 'Hotwire', a deep experimentation with vocal chops - transforming acapellas into a wide range of grooves and textures, deeply rooted in the sounds of Chicago house and techno.

'No Quieren Tiroteo' leans into bass-heavy territory, looping vocal fragments from
Hurricane G’s iconic 'Underground Lockdown' - her memorable line "bendicion madrina" repeating like a mantra for the streets.

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Let yourself drift upon synth bass so thick it can carry the weight of the world... while gently distorted synths play time amongst a slowly ticking tempo... and space is defined by the time it takes for the echo Vox to return... 

Watch the video here
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Total Abandon

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A Quiet Glow - Awaiting Structure

Between the Worlds

In the Balance

A new song for immigrants in all countries......  "I was a stranger and you welcomed me," in the Parable of the Sheep and the Goats (Matthew 25:35)

Lyrics:

Welcome the stranger
From immigrant lands
Seeking freedom from oppression 
In this land of dreams and opportunities 
Do you remember that time?

Welcome the stranger
Who does not look like you
But on the inside, we’re all just the same
Breathing and existing searching for a cause
That they can believe in

Welcome the stranger
Looking for a new home
To call their own
Complete with family and friends 
And of course, some children too

Welcome the stranger
With a language they call their own
Beautiful in every word 
They speak of their dreams 
In this strange but free land which once was

Welcome the stranger 
For they are in need
Of your compassion and understanding 
As they try to navigate 
In this land now filled with hate and anger

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Image: Непарадное в парадных Александр Стрелков

Welcome the Stranger

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

Some more planetary observations and musings with the help of the Original Star Trek episode The Return of the Archons.
                                                     
When I was a kid
I struggled and I hid
Preteen horde, tuned out, ignored
Those moments on their grid

My obsessions turned confession
All conform and compromise 
The follows and suggestions
Accept and actualize 

And now it feels the same
They are checking, counting names
The ones who don't fit in 
Expose, extort and grin

Neighbour against neighbour
Grandpa's gun up on the roof
Galaxy of gangsters
Grade school bullies after you

Aaahh you're not of the Body
You be shabby, sick and shoddy
They say, “Desist, Deplane and Deport”
Aaahh you're not of the Body
We like the golden, gloss and gaudy
Not you…You will be absorbed

When I was a lad
I was labeled brash and bad
Schoolyard brawls, slurs etched on walls
Their ugly ironclad

And now it feels the same
Angst and anger, bringing blame
Time to pick a side, patriotic pride
A dangerous children's game

Aaahh you're not of the Body 
We want the hero and the haughty 
To fight, fight, fight… go to war
Aaahh you're not of the Body 
Let's keep the nice but not the naughty 
And you…you will be absorbed 

                      The medium's the message
                      The message is clear
                      Red hour, purging power
                      The Festival Fear
                      School day selections
                     Still in front of me
                     Reddits and Podcasts
                      Theaters of hate
                      Forecasting of futures 
                       The marches to great
                       A planet fantastic 
                      Sponge job soliloquy 

Aaahh you're not of the Body 
The fratty feel and glitterati 
Behind the prayers and shares, lies the sword
Aaahh you're not of the Body 
Wish I could get beamed up now by Scotty
Before they say, “ You will be absorbed"

             


You Will Be Absorbed

Back

Spirit (2025)

Down

Pilgrim

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017

Farewell

“If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next, if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions, you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.” 
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

Fusam - Like A Sluggish Wave [Ft Infinite Empty]

There’s a treasure down deep in this wonderland
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
The word and rhyme, a message, in a song it stands
my rock n roll Rosetta Stone 

