Love your Lou Reed-esque vocal approach. This kind of singing is pretty hard to pull off. Very smooth

too much talk and bla bla bla bla but otherwise goid

Just got the Talking Heads Super Deluxe edition of 77. Well worth it :)

 Rock N Roll rooted references, reveries and revelations

Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

Manueilla

Surfers like us - Guitar soundcloud.com/user-411502040/tracks
Well - synths
This time, our duo invites you to face the illusion that prevents us from living our real lives to the fullest. We create an illusion and can't escape it. It could be some kind of addiction or toxic love. Whatever. We are in a maze and can't see the way out. Maybe it's time to break these shackles of illusion. Maybe the way out is in our mind. That's more or less what our piece is about! Enjoy listening to it !!!
3/5 2024

In The Trap Of Illusion - w/Surfers Like Us

spastic dance ode to MES and the Fall

opening sequence... The Fall :Live at the Witch Trials  track 1979...

Children, they have come for your children 
The witch trials will commence in the basement below.
Orphans, glide in solo persuasion
Mimic the prose, then freeze
All memory erodes.

Time to dance, to bleed tonight
Mark E. Smith
Spitting out words
He's a switchblade knife. 
Twist and shout, trick the weather
Take a stand
Wrestle some punk on the lawn,
I think somebody x3… just put a Fall Record on.

Mothers, you have lost your children 
Left them alone in the park for the neighborhood show.
Players, stuck in sonic frustration 
The sound that they love, another future that their parents loathe.

Chorus 

(Bridge)
He takes no prisoners here
Only makers and destroyers 
Weaponize or disappear 
Ye maker, you destroyer
Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Man
Look beyond your high school wall
Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Mirror Man
Look beyond your high school wall
Look beyond your high school wall

Break
Chorus  


Fall Record On

What If Phil Ochs Jammed With The VU

What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU      
Singing Venus In Furs and the Draft Dodger Rag too   
Make it so political ….yeah 
Shiny boot political 

Now the King becomes Queen and masquerades before ya
Singing Que Sera like Doris, does she tittle or bore ya?
You say you'll go political 
Your body so political 

I am tired and I am weary   
I ain't marching no more     

What if the skin that you're in seeks to bind you
Like your mistress she taunts you with her whip to remind you
Has your body gone political? yeah
In this nation so political   

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more

Break 

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more

What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
Singing about Vietnam while Lou leather adorns you
The pain, the power, the plan that attracts you
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU
What if Phil Ochs jammed with the VU

I am tired and I am weary
I ain't marching no more


Lyrics  Hand On The Rock/ Reed/Ochs
Music  Hand On The Rock










What if Phil Ochs Jamd with the VU?

REST N’ PEACE - taylor D.I.E

Free Bird Flies Again

They gonna cancel my culture     
Wanna cage and engulf her        
Take the free bird and lock her away 
Don't like my borrow and bramble  
Or my Simple Man ramble  
I be judged and jeered today 
Campus under threat
They say I'm incorrect 
I'm called their trigger man
I be slammed and shunned
A most unwoken one
Won't even put me on the witness stand

 Oh  Oh  play some Free Bird    

If I have to leave here tomorrow   
Cause there's no safe space in the virtual world for me 
That's Ok I'd rather just play me some Lynyrd Skynyrd
Bless ole Ronnie VanZant he was born the same day as me
And if I wanna speak my truth Sir
So many fingers gonna be pointing at me
Don't need your slogans, movements or awakenings
Cause I'm a Rock N Roll relic, stuck in the seventies 

From Jacksonville
FLA
To sweet home Alabam
I can be serious sometimes like Mr. Young
But I can also dig the Southern Man
Now if I say these things, I'll be misconstrued
Everybody's mighty touchy these days
They wanna yell instead
Don't hear a thing I said 
How I long for the Skynyrd ways

  Oh      Oh    let's play some Free Bird 

If I have to leave here tomorrow 
I'll be playing the same old tune up there you see
I know they don't dig the flag of my forefathers
Or that freedom of speech baby
For Ronnie VanZant and me
Like the Free Bird flying high now
I want nothing on my back to weigh me down
No left or right wing rantings where I'm flying
Straight through the middle, for me is the sweetest sound
Gary .... Allen...I need you
Free Bird!!!!


Hand On The Rock/Collins/Van Zant

Free Bird  (Flies Again)

Death By Toto


For Julius C, stabbed lustily, it was death by the traitors’ cuts                                                             
For David R, strumming his guitar, a single song punch to the gut 
A sonic mind destroyer, burning his circuits up
They call it Death by Toto

Karen loved that snappy tune called Africa 
By those Grammy-grabbin', multi-plat, music sophisticas
It made Davey double over, whine and wince, 
Now he can't stand up
Sufferin’ a slow demise  this Death by Toto

As they sang  "It's gonna take a lot to drag us away from you   
There's nothing that a hundred men or more couldn't do"  

The Porcaro bros,  Paich and Lukather played better than he did
They had the the fame, the coke, the groupies, the Columbia records shtick 
But 6 months to write those lyrics man,
'Bout some Olympus Serengeti shit ??
He never saw it coming… that Death by Toto

They sang,It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
I'll get you my Pretties...and your little dog too

I bless the rains down in Africa                                                                
Like a hoodoo guru
I bless the rains down in Africa 
Them boys are coming for you
I bless the rains down in Africa
Scooby Dooby Doo

Like the Wizard of Oz and Dr Livingstone, I am a trope for you to find
Escape the soft rock savannah, run from Roseanna to the jungle of my mind
Reputation cheesed, hear my Kimball wheeze, still shower singing Hold The Line
Don't you feel it coming ... Death by  Death By Toto

I bless the rains down in Africa….. Hey I'm talking to you
I bless the rains down in Africa….. I've never been there it's true 
I bless the rains down in Africa…. It's Death by Toto for you
For me, for him, for her
It's Death by Toto for you
For me, for him, for them
It's Death by Toto for you.


lyrics Hand on the Rock/ D . Paich 
music Hand on the Rock





Death By Toto

A tribute to the great Ian Hunter and a nod and a wink to any geriatric rockers still going strong. Rock on Elders
8 Mott The Hoople Song titles in the lyrics
Dig it if y'all dare...

Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

Roll Away The Stone                                        
God is calling, he's on the phone
He's got a glambam plan, one last stand       
Before they take you home                              

Spotlight shines in your face
Hey you better put on a pair of Ian Hunter's shades
I Wish I Was Your Mother, wish I was your father
Never could put you in your place

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

Move your hips to the beat
Take a deep breath, unstick yourself from that seat
Shine a light through your pupil, of pure Mott the Hoople
To energise those ancient feet

Time to rise again
Like Lazarus, a comeback, this ain’t the end
You're one wild stiff, rockin all my riffs
Be careful how your body bends 

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor  mortis

All The Way From Memphis               
The Golden Age Of Rock N Roll     
Elvis and the Whizz Kids                
Ain’t no peace in the valley for the last patrol 
Drivin’ Sister, Jerkin’ Crocus
Help me When My Mind Is Gone
Do the shimmy shake, bring it into focus
Sing it loud this victory song

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

It's alive 
It's alive
It's alive 





Talking Head 

Big brain burn out, borrowed threads                                  Big suit burn down, stay in bed                                  Loquacious lies to live instead                                    
Leave me alone                                                                                   
House on fire, speak in tongues
King’s Lead Hat, I shall wear one
Like a Woolf in the water when the writing’s done
Got me a pocket full of stones

And now you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                         
I listen and I dread                                                         
So much talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                                  
You’re such a talking head                                           
I should have stayed in school you know                   
But I didn’t like the things they said                            
All that talk, talk, talk, talk, talk  
blah, blah, blah                                                                                                                          
Louis 16 and his Habsburg Queen
Had a date with the guillotine
They could not stop the great machine
A friend they could not phone

Fight fire with fire, sell off your sons
There’s a psycho killer inside every one
Hey David Blue, I think I’m jealous of you
Let me feel your flesh and bone

And they talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
The living and the dead
I swallow every sound I hear
I need new clothes cause I’m overfed
Let’s sell our souls to the radio
Who needs poets, we can dance instead
Too much talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                                          
Blah, blah, blah



Bridge– Woa…. take me to your leader                                                    
              Squeeze my mind with your fascist rhyme                                          
              I’ll keep my spastic space and metre                                               
              Drop me in the water                                                                
              Sinking to the bottom of the bowl 
    
              Heads are gonna roll                                                                     

And I talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Still sleeping when I leave my bed
All this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I guess I’m just another talking head
From the profound to the profane, the inane, the insane
Pray at the altar where these words are bled
All this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Blah, blah,blah





Talking Head

Play with my beats (version 2)

https://soundcloud.com/vanovano/sets/the-cosmic-voyages-of-captain

The Chevalier de Saint-Georges landed at the bottom of the ocean of Djbaxx, in an oppressive silence. There was no land, only endless water and distant echoes of underwater volcanoes. These volcanoes seemed like sleeping monsters, their distant rumbles like drums of a forgotten war. The ship remained steady in this vast oceanic world. Vano, alone on board, had prepared for solitude, but the reality of silence was overwhelming. Nothing moved except for the subtle movements of the ship.

Then, a vibration passed through the ship, like a distant song, a wave that echoed into his soul. A speech, almost human, echoed in his ears—Winston Churchill’s famous words: "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the landing grounds..."

Vano did not immediately understand what was happening. This speech felt out of place in such an alien world. Why hear these words now? Then another voice rose, more intimate: "Cross the black eye and fulfill your destiny."

The words hit Vano hard. He felt a shiver. What did this "black eye" mean? He didn’t know, but he couldn’t ignore the call, even if he didn’t understand it. After an eternity, clarity crossed his mind. He had to leave, find some clarity, escape the endless loop. He activated the ship’s engines and ascended toward Djbaxx’s surface.

He finally understood. Djbaxx wasn’t a planet like others. It wasn’t just water—it was alive, evolving. The volcanoes, geysers, and bioluminescent creatures were part of this life. Djbaxx was the opposite of the demi-god of destruction. It embodied creation, regeneration, not collapse.

Djbaxx, in its essence, was more powerful than he imagined. It offered life, not destruction. The volcanoes weren’t there to destroy, but to fertilize the universe. As he ascended, he felt connected to Djbaxx. This planet was a gateway to a future where humanity could be reborn in harmony with the universe.

He hadn’t crossed the black eye, but his destiny was now tied to this living planet. He had to fulfill his mission. But it wouldn’t be a quest for vengeance, nor immediate war. It would be a journey toward understanding, toward the reconciliation of humanity with the infinite. Yet something lingered in the air, a latent threat, an uncertain danger. War, though silent, was there, lurking beneath the surface, ready to emerge. But for now, Vano knew he had to focus on what he could understand, what he had t...

The Chevalier de Saint-Georges moved away from Djbaxx, its silhouette blending into the infinite expanse of space. Vano knew that what he had discovered was just the beginning. A new era was on the horizon, and his role in it would be greater than anything he could have imagined.

Echoes of the Abyss

Part 14.3  : Djbaxx Echoes of the Abyss

According to Wikipedia, Old Scratch or Mr. Scratch is a nickname or pseudonym for the Devil. The name likely comes from Middle English scrat, the name of a demon or goblin, derived from Old Norse skratte.

DAWless and Cheap(ish) hardware only: Second hand Volcas - Sample Mk1, Kick, Bass, and Modular -, a Behringer JT4000M micro synth, Stylophone CPM DS2, Zoom fx pedal, mixed live into AUM on iPad.

Old Scratch

screaming ants.WAV

Field Recording Door Hinge And Knock.WAV

Original song written many years ago after moving back to my hometown and nothing had changed, same old stuff and things still triggered.  Thankful for the good ol bridge and river though, which will always hold those bright times.  Thanks for listening!

Goodbye Bridge and River

Back in this town
Burns like fire
My mind is pounding like thunder
All the times I tried to be a giver
And all I ever got back was a shiver

Goodbye Bridge and River
Gotta fly but I will remember
All the bright times that we had
Keep outshining all of the bad

Cutting my eyes
Church on the corner
Flashbacks of an angry angry preacher
I survived I'm still a believer
Forgiving so my heart won't be bitter

Goodbye bridge and river 
Gotta fly but I will remember
All the bright times that we had
Keep outshining all of the bad

Goodbye bridge and river 
Gotta fly but I will remember
All the bright times that we had
Keep outshining all of the bad

Goodbye bridge and river

©Daniel Colter Valentine

Goodbye Bridge and River (Original song live)

original song written and sung by Nathan Della Rovere Goldsmith Freeman 

There Was A Time

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



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