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A LITTLE TOGETHERNESS ON SOUNDCLOUD vol 1 various artists

WE BENEFIT FROM POSTING ON SOUNDCLOUD THE MOST WHEN WE FOLLOW BACK, LISTEN AND LEAVE FEEDBACK

Who should we follow back? The Soundcloud users who don’t just follow us they actually listen and leave feedback, makes sense, right. So why does it make sense, because they are the ones actually supporting your music, they are the ones that raise your profile and feedback is FREE hype, it advertises your product, it tells new arrivals to your page that your music is worth listening to, that’s what I mean when I say we ALL benefit.
These platforms actually end up failing BECAUSE we don’t maximise their potential in this way, a follow serves no purpose if we don’t follow through, and if we don’t follow through others don’t follow through either, we all become wary of giving support because we know only a very small number will do the same for us.
So how does this affect these platform, activity slows down eventually grinding to a halt, once that happens platforms like Soundcloud could end up going out of business, eventually there will be no platforms left for us to FREELY post on, the day will arrive when the ONLY way to post our music is to PAY FOR THE PRIVILEGE, so you see being PROACTIVE not only benefits you and I it ensures the survival of platforms like Soundcloud; ok, so it doesn’t deliver in some of the ways we’d like it to, and including reaching an actual audience, but it’s a whole lot better than nothing at all!

THE NEXT WAVE IN MUSIC vol 1 (various artists, various genres)

Youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktBCISy72ik
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THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER
BETTER THAN US
THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER
BETTER THAN US

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
BUT THEY ARE FREE TO THINK
WHATEVER THEY WANT
IT’S WHAT THEY DO WITH THOSE THOUGHTS
THE WAY THAT THEY CHEAT AND EXTORT

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
SIMPLY BECAUSE, WELL, SIMPLY BECAUSE….
OUR VALUE DETERMINED BY THE THINGS THAT WE OWN
BUT WE’RE SIMPLY ROLLING STONES
WHO HAVE GATHERED NO MOSS

THINKING THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
WELL, IT COMES AT A COST
AND WE’RE ALWAYS THE ONES
WHO MUST SHOULDER THE LOSS

ALWAYS BEEN THIS GULF
BETWEEN THE FIRST AND THE LAST
THIS GREAT DIVIDE
WILL NEVER BE A THING OF THE PAST

EXPECTING OUR SUBSERVIENCE
BECAUSE IT’S WHAT WE’RE TAUGHT
WE DON’T FORGET OUR PLACE
THAT WE’RE NOT REALLY THEIR SORT

WE OCCUPY THE SAME TIME
BUT NOT THE SAME SPACE
A SOCIAL NORM TABOO
WOULD BE COMING FACE TO FACE


THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
BUT THINKING THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
MAKES US BETTER THAN THEM

LOOKING DOWN, LOOKING DOWN
LOOKING DOWN ON US

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
WE’RE THE UNTOUCHABLE ONES
WE’RE DISPOSABLE SCUM
ONE STEP UP FROM ZERO
THE CONTEMPTIBLE ONES

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
WE DON’T DESERVE OPINIONS
DON’T DESERVE TO FEEL THE SUN
FOR THIS IS THEIR DOMINION AND
WE MUST LIVE OFF THEIR CRUMBS

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
BUT THINKING THEY ARE BETTER THAN US
MAKES US BETTER THAN THEM

BREAK

WHAT THEY FEEL

LOOKING DOWN FROM ABOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
DESERVING OF CONTEMPT
WE’RE THE CONTEMPTIBLE ONES

WHAT THEY FEEL
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE

ALLOWING US TO BREATHE
THE SAME AIR THEY BREATHE
IS A PHILANTHROPIC ACT TO THEM
THAT’S WHAT THEY BELIEVE

WHAT THEY FEEL
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE

WE’RE THE UNTOUCHABLE ONES
WE’RE DISPOSABLE SCUM
ONE STEP UP FROM ZERO
WHAT THEY FEEL
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE
WHAT THEY FEEL ISN’T LOVE

THE CONTEMPTIBLE ONES
WE DON’T DESERVE OPINIONS
DON’T DESERVE TO FEEL THE SUN
FOR THIS IS THEIR DOMINION AND
WE MUST LIVE OFF THEIR CRUMBS

THEY THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US

LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND


LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING
LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING

WHAT YOU BELIEVED UP TO THIS POINT
FORGET IT ALL, DELETE RECALL
REMOVE THE STAIN, DEFER TO FREEZE FRAME
PRESS REWIND, REDESIGN, 
REWRITE WRONGS, FOR ONCE ACCEPT THE BLAME

LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING
LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING
A NEW WAY OF THINKING

WHAT YOU BELIEVED UP TO THIS POINT
FORGET IT ALL, DELETE RECALL
REMOVE THE STAIN, DEFER TO FREEZE FRAME
PRESS REWIND, REDESIGN, 
REWRITE WRONGS, FOR ONCE ACCEPT THE BLAME

LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING
LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING

WHY, OF COURSE, MISLEADERS OF THE WORLD
DON’T WANT YOU TO THINK FOR YOURSELVES
FOR THAT PRESENTS THE GREATEST THREAT
BY ANY MEANS IT MUST BE MET

LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING
LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING

WHY, OF COURSE, MISLEADERS OF THE WORLD
DON’T WANT YOU TO THINK FOR YOURSELVES
FOR THAT PRESENTS THE GREATEST THREAT
BY ANY MEANS IT MUST BE MET

WHAT YOU BELIEVED UP TO THIS POINT
FORGET IT ALL, DELETE RECALL
REMOVE THE STAIN, DEFER TO FREEZE FRAME
PRESS REWIND, REDESIGN, 
REWRITE WRONGS, FOR ONCE ACCEPT THE BLAME

DRINKING MEDIA KOOL AID
EATING POLITICAL BULLSHIT
INTERFERING WITH TRANSMISSION
ALL DESIGNED TO MAKE THINGS FIT

LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING
LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING

DRINKING MEDIA KOOL AID
EATING POLITICAL BULLSHIT
INTERFERING WITH TRANSMISSION
ALL DESIGNED TO MAKE THINGS FIT

LET ME INTRODUCE YOUR MIND TO A NEW WAY OF THINKING

Listen to my song 'echoes' in which a trumpet, trombone, tuba and baritone sax react to eachother on a funky base of drums and dry finger bass!

echoes

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
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YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW
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I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND WALK WITH THE DEAD
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
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I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
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LIKE MRS NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE, BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BABY
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
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AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE
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AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHORUS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN
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YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
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HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS
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PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
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PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
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THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET
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MACHINATION....
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SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION
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A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION
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THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
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THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
>
HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE




SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION (A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE)

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE

AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHOROS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN

YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVACAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS

HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

PROJECTS AN IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE

THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET

MACHINATION....

SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION

A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
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MY MIND HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME
PROTESTING THAT I’M CONTRARY
BUT WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
SO MUCH BETTER TO BE CIRCUMSPECT
THAN OVERSTEP SOME SACRED BOUNDARY
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MY HEAD CONTAINS AN OCEAN
ONE THATS CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
AND AMIDST ALL THIS COMMOTION
I NEVER GET TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE
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NOW THE BATS ARE IN THE BELFRY
LOCKED AWAY IN MY MEMORY
WITH ONLY ROCKS FOR COMPANY
CONCEALED UNDER A LOCK OF SHIFTING HAIR
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ACCESSED WITH THE TWIST OF A SKELETON KEY
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MY MIND, MY MIND
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MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
SO I’M….NEVER ALONE
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NEVER HAVE TO THINK FOR MYSELF
OR LOOK AFTER MY HEALTH
CAN JUST GO WITH THE FLOW
SIMPLY SAY, I DONT KNOW
SPEND THE DAY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW
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I’M OUT OF MY MIND
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EARNED LONG AGO TO KEEP MY PLACE
TO NEVER SHOW MY REAL FACE
TO DO SO WOULD DISTURB THE FLOW
TO DO SO WOULD OPEN THE WINDOW
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MY MIND, MY MIND
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I ONLY HAVE ONE MEMORY
THE DAY I CHOSE TO DISAGREE
I BEGGED TO DIFFER, FOOLISHLY
AND PAID THE PRICE EMPHATICALLY
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MY MIND, MY MIND
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MY SILVER LINED MIXED UP MIND
CAN SOMETIMES LAG BEHIND
WITHOUT WARNING, EVERY MORNING
HE KEEPS PULLING DOWN THE BLINDS

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

Music by 69twoZero
https://soundcloud.com/tothm-and-friends
https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man
https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/69twozero-danger-zone

Vocals, Lyrics & Art by Cosmic Keanu
https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu

Nephilim

Born of darkness
Shadow conspiracy
Embodiment of Evil
Rebellion’s cursed seed 

[chorus]
Don’t believe the evil report,
do not be deceived
Over the powers of darkness
victory is achieved

When giants walked the earth
with hearts as black as night
Endless hunger for flesh and blood,
they left none alive

Built altars to false gods,
sharpened weapons of war
Brought murder to mankind,
sacrifices and horror

And when their flesh had died,
an end of their cursed line
Their demonic spirits roamed
with hatred for mankind

Roaming the shadows,
whisper hate and lies 
Plant seeds of corruption,
masquerade as our minds

Now demons roam the earth,
spirits as black as night
Deception is their weapon,
but it is no match for the light

[chorus]
Don’t believe the evil report,
do not be deceived
Over the powers of darkness
victory is achieved

Nephilim (69twoZero & Cosmic Keanu)

Russ Tamblyn


I'll get a Tokyo life                              
Say some words off the script            
Monsters in play                                 
Career gone adrift                               
I can make it in spite                           
Of the way they dub my lines               

I'll sail to the East
Maybe take me a bride
Dance out regret
Act up with pride
Let me do it 
Let me do it
Let me do it brother, what do you say?
My little boy brain 
Wants to be Russ Tamblyn for a day

I wanna be cool
I’d like to be strong
A fighter who dances
A singer of songs
Add some rhythm 
Put some muscle on these rhymes 

The streets of the West
I'll be taking a side
Living forever 
This world’s opened wide
Let me do it
Let me do it
Let me do it, what do you say?
My little boy brain 
Wants to be Russ Tamblyn for a day 

           In 1970                                          
          I saw him on the TV screen           
          With those creatures, one             
           brown, one green                         
           My Gargantuan celluloid dream   

They said I could bail
I’d much rather swim
Head above water
Life on a whim
I can make it in spite
Of their doubts and goodbyes

Words stuck in my throat
What's left to say?
There's only myself
I can't stay away
Let me do it 
Let me do it
Permit me if I may
My little boy brain wants to be Russ Tamblyn for a day
My little boy brain wants to be Russ Tamblyn for a day





Russ Tamblyn

Wise Blood

I want some wise blood   
 I want to choose not to choose  
The world above us  
No excuse for what we lose 

Gotta make a decision   
For that I don't need this PhD  
Won't be an act of precision
For this freedom I fight then flee  

The walls of the Church                 
They're building them higher   
Into the clouds in search of God  
The walls of this church               
The great multiplier             
Run through the city, claim the streets and yards 

Chorus

I need to make a decision 
Reject the promise of sanctity
Forget that sin abolition
All those around here, they've taken the knee

The fog of the future                                 
The mist of the past                                  
Borders are bleeding in search of  God   
Ancients to slaughter                               
The chain and the lash                            
Tryouts tomorrow for the Junior Death Squad          





Wise Blood

based on the short story Sredni Vashtar by Saki

Do One Thing For Me

Do one thing for me                
I kneel at your shrine              
Red thoughts, white teeth       
They call for peace                  
As the planets align                 
Tool shed my cathedral            
A silence musty and dim          
Knotted and naked                   
Offering sacred                         
Blame the ferret and the hen    

Do one thing for me                            
A singular sacrifice                              
Do one thing on this witchy day          
One small sin for my paradise             
Do one thing, one precious thing         
The brown beast turns and roars         
The darkness takes what duty brought 
Like a writer lost in war                          

Sit down have a celebration              
Tea with buttered toast I'm making       
All the little children hiding in the forest  
The animals are running free                  

Sit down, then stand up at attention          
Salute the General, time too short to mention  
All the little children fighting in the forest    
The animals are running free                      

Do one thing for me         
This vicious moment in time  
Short story the rage               
Canvas the page                   
Make the madness divine     
Tool shed my cathedral            
A silence musty and dim          
Knotted and naked                   
Offering sacred                         
All hail the ferret and the hen    













Do One Thing For Me

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

So Let It Be Written

So let it be written, so let it be done  
Let them shave their heads and fork their tongues
Tasting profits of the prophets, it's all fee foe fum
Constructing pyramid schemes, Yul Brynner's sons  
So let it be written 
So let it be done   
So let it be known  
How that wealth was won 

So let it be written, gonna carve it in stone
Pick out the flesh from the blood and the bone
Lawsuits and lawyers, loop holes to plug
Their temple to heaven built from straw and mud
So let it be written
The vultures will wait 
The music plays louder
It's all Hippy Hippy Shake

Hey Mr. Banker man         
Please let my people go    
Your capital crimes            
You're billing double time   
It's a plague in stereo        

So let it be written, so let it be done
I woke up to the sound of the spin and the spun
Put on my shoes, I do the Red Sea run
But the waves won't part. I'll have to swim this one
So let it be written 
So let it be done 
So let it be now
You mother F..ing ones….


So Let It Be Written So Let It Be Done

Music and percussion: Gothic Funk
https://soundcloud.com/gothic-funk
https://soundcloud.com/stevenvellouhorne

Vocals, lyrics, music, production: Cosmic Keanu

Walking in circles

It feels like forever
but I keep going on
I find myself 
walking in circles

Mind keeps spinning
with what came before
as my feet wear a groove 
in the floor

It’s hard to admit
When we are wrong
We must try because 
the truth will go on

We walk in circles
Without end
Until we realize
We’ve started again

Walking in circles
Until we all fall down

This useless mental game
gambles for an answer
Or for someone
or something to blame

If we can’t forgive others
We will never find
forgiveness or trust

it’s not too late
To break the chains of hate
that bind us to this wheel
and grind us down to dust

We walk in circles
without end
Until we realize
we’ve started again

[chorus]
Walking in circles
Until we all fall down

Walking in Circles (Gothic Funk & Cosmic Keanu)

Attica!

I surf Tofino                                                                     
You skate Encino                                                            
We break the law in Vegas and in Reno                     
Now for the cherry on top                                            
My favourite maraschino                                              
This amateur impression of an Al Pacino screamo

Attica!                                                                                
Remember Attica                                                           
Attica, remember Attica                                                 

All the bones, all the bread
I shove them under my bed
Feet in the fire counting 43 dead
Rockefeller get together
We be sharing the lead 
Al Pacino screamo still stuck in my head

Attica!                                                                                
Remember Attica                                                           
Attica, remember Attica                                                             
Bridge-     I love New York                                       
                   There’s so much there to see                 
                   You can take your family                   
                   Let’s travel there again                               
                   Ignore the hurt and pain                             
                   Tread past the mindful suffering                                  

They shank and shiver
We tweet and twitter
Elon in pyjamas, gonna stand and dork deliver
That movie always playing
Dog Day Gary got no Glitter
Fantasize for 50 years the beauty and the bitter

Attica!                                                                               
Remember Attica                                                           
Attica, remember Attica                                                                
It's more than a movie line
This life off the script
The ones that were lost
The ones that are missed
Inmates, Police, the fires inside
Burn for the people, burn for his bride
Oh I remember, even though you didn't think I did                     
  I  remember, those feelings of a little kid





Attica!

idea from the book El Sicario...por favor excuse some of  my beginner Spanish mispronunciations and I am sure grammatical errors....unpolished it is , lo siento

Sicario Blues (La Plata o Plomo)

La plata o plomo                                       
The silver or lead                                       
He's talking in Spanish                              
Got a gun at your head                              
Mas o menos, Señor                               
It's the Sicario blues                                   

He loves his mama
El ama a su madre
Got to bury your body first
Before he takes her to church on Sunday
Mas o menos, can't you see it
His Sicario blues

Lately, he's been wondering                       
Just whose side he's on                             
No quiere una guerra                                 
All these loaded guns                                
Sure, he's got some money                        
El dinero es grosso                                   
pero las manos, sus manos                             
Se han ensuciado                                     

La plata o plomo 
The silver or lead 
He'd rather be in Iceland
In a nice warm feather bed 
Mas o menos por favor
Those Sicario blues

Sooner or later, he'll be coming around 
Juarez, Tijuana, he'll be hunting you down
Su corazón es duro 
And your alibi is soft 
You're the last one on his list of names
Before he's running off

La plata o plomo 
The silver or lead 
El hijo de Dios 
Gonna put you straight to bed 
Si claro, mi amigo 
Tiene el Sicario blues
Es verdad amigos 
No escaping those Sicario blues







Plata o Plomo (Sicario Blues)


intro is a quote from the novel Cat's Cradle(1963) by Kurt Vonnegut Jr

My Compass is Broken

Plans are vague                                                             
Imprecise                                                                         
Indistinct                                                                          
Like men and mice                                                        
But it's better than having a stone cold point of  view   
Feeling lost 
Cast adrift
Gone off course 
Missing ship
No need to understand where I'm heading to

My compass is broken                                                  
The arrow is starting to spin                                         
This path unspoken                                                       
Not sure of the place I'm in                                           
Do I turn East?                                                                
West?                                                                               
Father does not know best                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I don't know what to do       

                                           
Empty maps
Beckon me
Find the lost
City of Z
Take a long, strange trip inside my little head
Foreign fields
Hallowed ground
Misunderstood
Tightly wound
Instead of finding the treasure, I find myself instead

Oh, my compass is broken 
A newfound split past everyone 
From one pole to the other 
Like Peary, Scott and Amundsen 
Do I turn North?
South?
Living foot in mouth
My compass is broken 
What do I have to do?

Peculiar travel suggestions                                           
Are dancing lessons from God                                    
So move your feet to this rhythm                                 
And do the Mashed Potato                                          
Or the Kurt Vonnegut                                                          

Grow a pair
Get a grip
Find a job
F#$* that shit
Destination unknown
Take a chance, enjoy the view

My compass is broken
It's a world of bobble and spin
I'm awake but unwoken 
It's the best place I've ever been
Switching it on....off....
From the equator to the permafrost
My compass is broken
Don't call the rescue crew                                           
My compass is broken                                                  
I'm far away from you                                         
My compass is broken
Do what I have to do


Lyrics Hand on the Rock/ K Vonnegut Jr
Music Hand on the Rock

My Compass Is Broken



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

Madélainé

I wanted to dance, so i made some music that´s danceable.

I Pop Dance Music Good (You Can Do Oooh-Ooohhh)

Tenor sax duel - trading over bass, beats and drones.

Outside Peering In (blow for blow)

Piano drops

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

Pity Party

A litte song about Flannery O'Connor, American novelist and short story writer who died in 1964
age 39 from Lupus, with the last 10 years of her life becoming increasingly incapacitated by her illness  
.. despite her suffering she continued her craft at the highest level..
There was a movie recently released called Wildcat about her and Ms O'Connor was portrayed by Maya Hawke
I have not seen the film but I took the sound clips in the song from the trailer....don't tell.....

Hey Flannery

Hey Flannery, gone undercover 
Biding your time, country livin’ with your mother 
In that little room, there's a place for the lame and the blind  
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find      

Hey Flannery, limping to salvation           
Body betrayed, you write your revelation 
In that little world, you've found a place for the damned and the divine                           
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Create him                                       
Erase him                                             
Lover or Liar, he wanders the land     
Embrace him                                            
Forsake him                             
Up on the cross, they don't understand   
The path to grace, a gunshot through the pines  
It's killing time                                   

Hey Flannery, this world is turning   
Books they be banning and forests they be burning 
Your typewriter sings the musings of your mind      
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Preach or plead                                      
We've lost our way                                   
Gone off the road                                  
This sunny day                                        
There's a meanness in the world             
Where dark meets light                             
Although we try to run from it                    
It's two steps faster when we slip          
Our fall from grace, the bodies left behind

                        
Hey Flannery, your sisters and your brothers  
Marching up to heaven after hurting one another 
The road to redemption around your little heart it winds  
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find 
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find
Takes a life to discover that a good man is hard to find








A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Hey Flannery)

Dynomus (2025)

Lyrics & Vocals by FRAWSTAKWA
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa-for-you

Produced by Cosmic Keanu

Logical Thought (FRAWSTAKWA & Cosmic Keanu)

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone

