such a heartfelt song..gonna have go check who russ tamblin is

I love this. For some reason, he also made a big impression on me as a child. Something about the way he looked... or maybe something in the tension between the way he looked and the energies he emitted. There was an affecting blend of boyishness, innocense, and sexiness. I didn't know any other kids noticed!

Hey man, this is a beautiful song. Very heartfelt and sincere sounding vocals, too. Way to go with this, my friend!

great 💖 melody reminds of something, hallelujah maybe? not sure :)

Daily Drops

(No AI Gen involved - I use my voice and Vst Instruments)
Traduit plus bas
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I walk the streets with my head down, fleeting shadow
I do not see you face passing slow
lost in my phone’s glow

And I feel sad, I don't know why the silence stays
I don’t see the time slipping through the haze
In this empty days

In these silent days

Many time, many miles, many left behind
for the single one, once in you life, closer to your mind
Anyone, anytime, may reshape your day
Cause everything, everywhere connects in a way

To change my eyes, to feel the wide, I'll dig inside
A single word can turn the tide
Your smile is the guide

Forget the screens, embrace what's real, I miss my friends,
The path goes on, but never ends
Till the darkness bends

Till the darkness bends

Many time, many miles, many left behind
for the single one, once in you life, closer to your mind
Anyone, anytime, may reshape your day
Cause everything, everywhere connects in a way

Everybody needs to believe
Everybody needs to find someone somewhere
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Je marche dans les rues, la tête baissée, ombre fugitive.
Je ne vois pas ton visage passer lentement,
perdu dans la lueur de mon téléphone.

Et je me sens triste, je ne sais pas pourquoi le silence persiste.
Je ne vois pas le temps s'écouler à travers la brume,
dans ces jours vides.

Dans ces jours silencieux.

Beaucoup de temps, beaucoup de kilomètres, beaucoup de personnes laissées derrière
Pour cette seule personne, une fois dans ta vie, plus proche de ton esprit
N'importe qui, n'importe quand, peut remodeler ta journée
Car tout, partout, est connecté d'une certaine manière

Pour changer mon regard, pour ressentir l'immensité, je vais creuser en moi
Un seul mot peut changer le cours des choses
Ton sourire est le guide

Oublie les écrans, embrasse ce qui est réel, mes amis me manquent,
Le chemin continue, mais ne finit jamais
Jusqu'à ce que l'obscurité s'incline

Jusqu'à ce que l'obscurité s'incline

Beaucoup de temps, beaucoup de kilomètres, beaucoup de personnes laissées derrière
Pour cette seule personne, une fois dans ta vie, plus proche de ton esprit
N'importe qui, n'importe quand, peut remodeler ta journée
Car tout, partout, est connecté d'une certaine manière

Tout le monde a besoin de croire
Tout le monde a besoin de trouver quelqu'un quelque part

Reshape Your Day

O-Boisterous Hibernation

What you can do with 16 bars of piano MIDI notes :-)

Fragile

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

💥C'est une histoire vieille comme le monde, un homme convoite deux femmes mais n'est amoureux que d'une seule. La maitresse lui clame sa détresse et met un terme à la relation. Malgré la douleur, elle en ressort victorieuse, car elle se débarrasse de l'emprise que cet homme à sur elle. Merci à Nadja.K de s'être prêtée au jeu, une correction de la voix avec Melodyne et autotune pour un résultat presque naturel.🎶 J'espère que vous apprécierez ce titre autant que nous avons eu plaisir à le travailler.🤍
💥This is a story as old as time: a man desires two women but is truly in love with only one. The mistress voices her despair and ends the relationship. Despite the pain, she emerges victorious, freeing herself from his hold. Special thanks to Nadja.K for joining in this project. A touch of Melodyne and Autotune helped refine the vocals for an almost natural result.🎶 We hope you’ll enjoy this track as much as we enjoyed creating it.🤍

Extrait :
[Verse 1]
Tu m’appelles juste parce qu’elle t’a laissé en plan
Tu aimes venir me prendre et faire semblant
Dans la tête, t’as encore les courbes de mon corps
et sous tes mains, des caresses qui me jettent un sort (ugh)
[pré-chorus]
Ouais, maintenant je vois clair dans ton jeu… je vois clair dans ton jeu…
Tu aimes, me mettre en feu et me laisser seule au pieu 
et j’ai le seum, j’ai le seum.
[Chorus 1]
Dis-moi, où est Luna ce soir ?
Tu sais, c’est l’amour de ta vie
Cheveux noirs, yeux bruns
Un corps plus beau que le mien
Alors, Où est Luna ce soir ?
Je sais qu’elle squatte tes pensées
Comme si elle hante les miennes
Elle est ta lune, je n'suis rien pour toi,
Pourquoi tu perds ton temps dans mes draps ?
Tes mains glissent sur mes cuisses
Et moi je me demande pourquoi,
Alors, qu'au fond, elle est ton supplice  :
Alors « Où est Luna ce soir ? »

Où est Luna ce soir ?

I used a phrase from a comment I received from Stars Mighty Fine as the title.
First, I see a chaotic array of tones, and then I try to create some kind of structure from that chaos. I think the process of composing is simply trying to control the song and sound with all my might.

We Control with All My Might (357)

Symphony in E Flat Minor - Conflictus 
I have attempted to create a potent emotional and technical foundation in this composition by using E-flat minor, to portray two critical intervals to define conflicting characters,  the minor second and the minor seventh.

To create an emotional profound darkness I have used cello melody in (E-flat minor) to immediately establishes a somber, monumental, and deeply introspective mood, setting the stage for a serious dramatic work that follows.

Acute Tension (Minor Second) has been deliberately used to injects the music with sharp dissonance and anguish. This abrasive, element drives conflict, often suggesting the intensity of the E-flat Phrygian mode.

Somber Depth (Minor Seventh) strings provide the essential melancholic color and stability of the minor key to allow for broad, cohesive irritating melodies to define chaos and conflict.

The use of alchemy pads & strings in between the abrasive, close tension of the minor second and the deep has successfully created a reflective sorrowful mood of the minor seventh.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Symphony in E - Flat Minor, Conflictus

Was discussing The Replacements with a friend and had the urge to write a tune in that vein, and, gosh, there was inspiration right there in the daily news.  This was a quick & dirty one day write &  record, but then quick & dirty seems to be the order of the day.

hey mr tangerine man you're not fooling me
I'm not stupid and we all know what you're trying to do
hey mr tangerine man you're not fooling me
and you know we won't be mourning when they're burying you

you rake the air incessantly with your heinous flapping lips
while your golf shirt hides your tits
and your tiny grey hands twitch
all the citizens feel gypped
we're all waiting for a massive stroke to do you in
i'm ready to move anywhere I want to emigrate
but come back for the parade past the golf course where you're laid
i'll fight the urge to urinate

Mr Tangerine Man

This is a re-upload of a track that was recorded a few years ago.  It was originally recorded in 2023, and it consists of 3 different segments of sitar and drum jams spliced together with subsequent sitar and bass tracks added after.  Drums were played by Mick Mack, sitar and bass by Gremescer Fuckburger.  I generally like the way it turned out, but I always wished I had tuned the sitar better before recording.  I have edited this track a bit to fix some of the tuning issues, but there is only so much I can do.  Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Orchid (Remastered)


this song  is partly a tribute to actor, singer, dancer, artist, and author Russ Tamblyn, who turns 91 in December.
I wrote the song around the time I retired from my  medical career. So  along with references to  Russ and childhood memory, there are veiled allusions to this strange  new exciting but a bit unsettling life circumstance in the lyric.
As per Russ 
He danced and acted in Westside story  and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers most famously but was in a bunch of movies in the 50s and 60s.. and ....my favourite as a kid was the War of the Gargantuas, which  for Russ was a creative low point ..but  it got him to Japan
opening clips from WotG...the middle and end clips from his movie Highschool Confidential

PS The line in the last verse Words stuck in my throat..lifted from the song The Words Get Stuck in My Throat From the movie War of the Gargantuas...sung by the wonderful Kipp Hamilton who has to contend with a Gargantua groupie..dont worry she survived....clip of the song in the movie is here
https://vimeo.com/358726099?fl=pl&fe=sh
Devo did a cover of it years later


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 their 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

Produced & mastered by BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

HOT AIR BALLOON UNDER A COLD MOON

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
_________________________________________________________________________________

"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
_________________________________________________________________________________

Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

City Blues

Drifting Tide (Remix)

stratocaster(from the half life on Bandcamp)

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Listen to Little Man : @user-474544459

Lyrics:

Dudurududu
So many plans were made
Dudurududu
A lot that was ment to happen
Dudurududu
But it didn't turn out as you thought
Dudurududu
Long time ahead ,became too short

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow

Dudurududu
A direction was chosen
Dudurududu
It was supposed to go straight ahead
Dudurududu
But something got in the way
Dudurududu
A u-turn suddenly appeared

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow

Dudurududu
Dudurududu

What's the point of making all these plans
If you're no longer there to enjoy them?
You know about today
But nothing about tomorrow

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow...

Life Is Now

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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 



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