Don’t know why, it sounds different. Its got new fx on the backing vocals. Or am I tripping. Sounds awesome as always but even more amazing.

Mesmerizing...excellent sound and arrangement

Beautiful vocals and piano! Nice production -- the drums are organic and perfectly balanced!

Beautiful song. Love the hushed, downtempo delivery. Excellent!

The House Of Cards

On est encore et toujours
Pris dans l'entonnoir des amis pour la vie
Les franges de l'espoir sont parties dans la nuit
Les derniers trouillards, les premiers déguerpis
Cuit dans le brouillard, hey, la tyrannie du déni

Des fois les gens se reprennent
Arrivent à reprendre les rennes
C'est chaud c'est chaud
C'est plus facile d'oublier
De faire du cliché

On est encore et toujours
Pris dans l'entonnoir de la folie des avis
Perdus dans le noir du mépris sans sursis
Accessoire pour conjurer l'ennui
Peur de pas pouvoir, hey, la tyrannie du déni

À bat la mission
Je préfère ma pulsion
La dernière fois c'était pour un beau dicton
Plus de compromission
Fais bien attention
Je vais péter un câble

Et puis c'est reparti
Je sais bien que c'est un cycle
Mais je préfère dire que je suis comme cela
C'est tout un vice, c'est les prémisses
D'une chute destructrice
Quelque part ça me rend triste
Mais c'est bien mieux que l'ennui

Tout m'agace quand je m'ennuie
Tous trépassent quand je m'enfuis
Pousse et casse tout ce que je détruis
C'est bien mieux que l'ennui

Je fais comme ça depuis si longtemps
Je ne sais pas faire autrement 
Essayer autre chose me fait trop peur
Tout sauf avoir l'air faible
Oh

Des fois les gens se reprennent
Arrivent à reprendre les rennes
C'est chaud c'est chaud
C'est plus facile d'oublier
De faire du cliché
Oï


Et toujours
Pris dans l'entonnoir des amis pour la vie
Les franges de l'espoir sont parties dans la nuit
Les trouillards, les premiers déguerpis
Cuit dans le brouillard, hey, la tyrannie du déni

Pris dans l'entonnoir, de la folie des avis
Perdus dans le noir du mépris sans sursis
Accessoire, pour conjurer l'ennui
Peur de pas pouvoir, hey, la tyrannie te poursuit  
Oï

Calé Cosy

Pris Dans L'Entonnoir

At some point, a long time ago, I gave up on creating a "new" musical language. It was still possible, in the late nineteen eighties and early nineties when I came of age, for me to see music as a linear progression. In my early twenties I would compose pieces that I thought of as new jazz. Of course they weren't. Just very individual songs in older styles with some ideas for other styles. A dash of Duke Ellington arraignment, a snippet of Monk perhaps a teaspoon of Syd Barrett mixed with some rock and roll harmony. Eventually, after a long pause in playing at all, I came to make music, I see as, more in line with the pop artists like Warhol and, especially Lichtenstein. My own musical ideas are still there but slyly inserted into pieces that are consciously, imprecisely, modeled on other works or styles. Anyway I went to see the new version of West Side Story with my wife the other day. The original show made right before that "pop" era. It was so sincere. No irony with an honest attempt to bring musical theater "forward". I so enjoyed it even if it's a bit middle brow Americana. I'm writing this description in hopes of being equally sincere. The melody borrows a bit of "Somewhere" as a tip of the hat. I hope. My big musical ideas, besides that, are as follows. The key may sound a bit vague at times but floats between B major, E major and A major so that classic one four five, if somewhat buried. the time signature changes a few times, briefly, and syncopates when it doesn't. There's the Syd Barrett influence for those keeping score. There's also some willful changes from major to minor in the harmony that are classic rock ideas. Even if, in this context, they eventually become key changes. Well that's enough sincerity. Oh except for the photo. It's Miss Place. My wife maiden name and me back when I would have written something like this. ;)

Miss Place

Hangin by a thread, i thought of something someone said, then slipped beyond the pale to walk amongst the shadows of the pine.
The southern wind sublime upon my face, the tracks of tears erased, washed clean of any trace.
that leaves me to a tiny possibility of Grace.

A tiny possibility of grace.

Real Love- Carkiss with Dorian Lydia Elsewhere

This is a STONERJAZZ and Tea R Sea trip.   I was happy to play on this, big fan of the Smoking Trout material.  

The second installment of Smoking Trout's EPIC tale of adventure, love, heartache, and a bunch of other stuff, in the travels of the "Hobo Cyberpunks" and the "BUS"

Tea R Sea(Terry) Producer, Synth, percussion, artwork
Uziel - vocals,keyboards(clarinet)
TexMex Shamen (Stephen) guitar
Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches (Jo Richter) percussion, lyrics
StonerJazz(jeff) Lyrics, vocals, percussion

lyrics

you may have heard the creaking noise and tiny footsteps n the darkened corridors
that stretch to the southern boundaries of the unpolluted parts
where souls are living with total disregard for the nature of the Holy Dumpling
floating on the cosmic stew that simmers horizontally to your soul ln your heart

Traveling with the HOBO CYBERPUNKS, l learned a thing or two from the leader of the band Cosmic Stu who ln a wild tangent and a Rant, described a different spot
a filthy plot, invaded by tribe of bots, who stank of superficiality
an opportunity that he lost

The teachers teach ln empty auditoriums to pupils lost ln 4 inch screens
sequestered ln squalid scenes, that go unnoticed as useless information ls gobbled up and gobbled down ln every home and every town
Put the monster down and walk away He sald,
lron John ls not afraid of the queen
and even though the prince ls doomed
the purpose doesn't change

let me introduce you to some members of the band
there's Sally and Roberta who play the clarinet with beauty and with Grace
who plays the violin and Viola who makes the Djembe
bounce around the brain
with subliminal referrals to her pleasure and her paln
The horns are played by the twins
Maurece and Nostradamus, their trumpeting sublime

the accordlan of course ls played by Johnny who you might remember from the land of Zed, He did eventually get out of bed and sald
This reminds me of a time when things were real, and l could feel the rope of
hope wrapped firmly around and round my throat
before l knew the truth about the Lle
before l knew the meaning of goodbye

Now Stu he claimed to know or knew the whereabouts of the holy condiment that grew only
just outside his windowsill (and was essential to the Dumpling's flavor)
where he lived ln another life with Mary-Ann his ex-wife
who left hm for a guy named Sid who was a maestro on guitar
and had a band that traveled wide and far
including Mary Ann, and Larry too

Looking for that very thing
Hoping for just one bite
of that heavenly delight
before the turning of the light

The Holy Dumpling "the Smoking Trout" (featuring STONERJAZZ, Tea R Sea, Uziel, Jo Richter)

Lonely Mountains

... when I say "Balkans", I mean music from southeastern Europe :-) and refer to Balkan Beat Box, Balkanesque ... stuff like this. & I can only recommend, check out youtube for Balkan grooves <3 - My concrete Balkan experience was a trip to Split (with my old VW Beetle, without spare wheel); unfortunately I didn't hear a single Balkan brass band, at that time :-D ............................. Enjoy !

deep soul - dreams of balkan beats

K G G - Voodoo Train

A Simon and Garfunkel cover by way of Paul McCartney and Wings… be careful what you wish for!🤔

Richard Cory-Simon and Garfunkel Cover

Original score inspired by the Andrew Michael Hurley novel Starve Acre

Real Love- Carkiss with Dorian Lydia Elsewhere

Carkiss 🖤

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