Name: JUNK IT (instrumental) by Clay Patterson Baird
Duration: 3 min 30 s
Description: I just let the fur fly on my guitar with too many notes, so what I said to myself.

Demo song Instrumental. I compose and produce in various genres for singer-songwriters. Interested in collaborating? Feel free to DM me! Instagram: theestproducer

Let That Shit Go (Demo)

I just let the fur fly on my guitar with too many notes, so what I said to myself.

JUNK IT (instrumental)

Another trip to therapy, another extortionate bill, all for the sake of a cup of coffee ☕😅 The appliances are cheekier, the breakdowns are messier, and the spoon still holds a grudge. I just wanted a brew, instead, I got a full blown kitchen intervention 🥄🧂💨
If you haven’t already heard the first session, start here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie
It sets the tone for what’s brewing 😵☕

****Lyrics***

So Krissie, you said things escalated again this morning?

Yes, Doctor. It started like a normal day. But then, they turned on me.

I tiptoed in with a hopeful sigh
Just wanted coffee, didn’t plan to cry
Reached for the fridge with the gentlest touch

But the fridge said
"Back again? How loyal of you. Should I even bother keeping things fresh?"

I just want milk, not a lecture, please
I replied while dodging a cheese
I grabbed a mug and turned and hurried

And Tupperware shouted from deep in the cupboard
"You always take the shiny new ones
I’ve still got a curry stain from twenty twenty two"

I’m not playing favorites, you’re just shaped weird
I muttered and slowly disappeared

Then from the drawer came a heavy sigh
"Ah yes, another day ignored. Tell my dreams I said goodbye"

You’re a grater, not a poet

The kettle rumbled like a gathering storm
"You never let me finish! You just use me! Am I just STEAM to you?!"

Your whole job is steam I tried to explain
But she shrieked and hissed like a runaway train

The microwave chimed in, whispering from the shadows
"Heated, but never heard"

You literally ding when you're done I said, blinking at the wall


Then came a tantrum from the toaster’s slot
"Another BAGEL?! I’m a toaster, not your backup quest!"

You literally have a bagel setting
I shouted back, waving the instruction manual like proof

The salt grinder twirled with dramatic intent
"If you over season one more time, I’ll submit a formal complaint"

To WHO? THE SPICE GIRLS?! I shouted toward the ceiling

Even the mirror looked me up and down and said
"I’m not saying anything, love, but I wouldn’t wear that"

I didn’t ask for your fashion review I replied, tugging my sleeve

Then I opened a drawer and the whisk let out screams
"MY SENSE OF SELF IS UNRAVELING AGAIN"

Yeah. Join the club

And then, the spoon
Yeah. The same fuckin spoon from last time
It slipped. And as it hit the floor, it announced

"This is why no one trusts you"

I JUST WANTED COFFEE! ONE SIMPLE BREW
NOW I’M PAYING YOU, THANKS TO MY CREW

So yes, Doctor. That’s why I’m back
Again

So. Just to clarify
You. Argue
With a spoon??!

Therapy with Krissie #2 ☕😵 Coffee First, Sanity Later 😵☕

/ 16 июня /
in your city there is also sun...
and also June - the sixteenth...
you dreamed of thinking in another language..
- it will not come true..

but the rest will work out..!

what happened..?

we did not tell each other everything...
at our meeting
so many lies...
words hidden..
and time wasted
in doubts..

we are tired...
of wandering around real events...

and

your plan succeeded

yes...

but -
so-so..

so-so...

now...
you are far away

incomprehensible...

miles stretch and break...

between us....

you write songs about me
in another language

and I do not understand them...

we are refugees - we are emigrants from each other...

and
your plan succeeded

yes .

but -
it's so-so...

so-so...

в твоём городе тоже солнце...
и тоже июнь - шестнадцатое...
ты мечтал думать на другом языке ..
- это не сбудется..

а остальное удасться ..

что было ..

не всё друг другу сказали...
в нашей встрече 
так много лжи...
слова скрывали ..
и время потерялось 
в сомненьях наших..

мы устали ...
по реальным событиям
скитаться ...

и

твой план удался

да ...

но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

а теперь ...

ты далеко

непостижимо ...

мили тянутся и рвутся ...
между нами....

пишешь песни обо мне
на другом языке

я их не понимаю…

мы беженцы - 
мы друг от друга

эмигранты…

и

твой план удался

да .
но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

so-so

Music, an instrument of transcendence, a universal language that elevates the soul beyond the confines of the material world. Its melodies flow like a river of light, enveloping the listener in an embrace of pure and uncontaminated emotions. Each note is a step upward, toward a dimension where sound merges with the eternal and the heart finds its true essence.

La musica, strumento di trascendenza, un linguaggio universale che eleva l'anima oltre i confini del mondo materiale. Le sue melodie fluiscono come un fiume di luce, avvolgendo chi ascolta in un abbraccio di emozioni pure e incontaminate. Ogni nota un passo verso l'alto, verso una dimensione dove il suono si fonde con l'eterno e il cuore trova la sua vera essenza.

Una Scala Verso Il Cielo

No Room for Endings

Somehow, musicians seem to have the same vibes in their heads. Because it's a miracle again. I had already finished the song as an instrumental piece, and then I searched on Looperman.com for a suitable acappella vocal and found something that fit so well that it seems as if I had composed the instrumentation later.

The suitable song I found is 'Sehveeneetahlahn' by Allia Elvish, performed by the amazing italian singer Kyba. The lyrics are in Aale Elvish — a constructed Elvish-like language inspired by Esperanto. I immediately liked the sound of this unusual language and, as I said, I was totally surprised at how well the singing fit my song. It's a little miracle 🙂.

Original Version: https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23656/sehveeneetahlahn-by-alliaelvish-120bpm-electronic-acapella

Allia Elvish on Soundcloud: @allia-elvish

Lyric: Allia Elvish
Vocals: Kyba 
Music & Arrangement: OMCB



Lyrics

SEHVEENEETAHLAHN (Aale Elvish)
DEAL (English)

Nnee neh hievahv mnyahltan tehnfeh see tee-ehleen
We don't have much time here
Nnee neh dehvahv ehftehseen geen feh sahnahtihlahee deheefehn
We don't have to spend it on useless activities
Sehfah mnyisehngehlin
The biggest lie
Teeah nee seeahn deeheefen:
that's what we always said:
Hermnahn ehvtahv lah sahmnayleen
People are all the same

Mnyehsehgehee nehneenah haifah lainahn
Lies never help us
Teeah seeah flayee sehteevah ahl ahseeah flessee-etssin
The ones who contribute the most to their species
lah flehee vehnainahn
are the best
Lah vahsehsee-eh dehvsehseen
Society must
mnahneh hehsehfehnee seenahn
reward them greatly

Seeah dehvah sahtehvayseeah
Everyone has to contribute
Seeah ehvtehs dahdehseeah
There will always be studies
sahee tsehlahveh-hehseeah
and a lot of work

NEE SEHSEHV veevee see sai tsehvehnehsse
WE WILL SEEK to live more and better
Ahteengah neeahn nehvahn haimnyeelahn
To reach our new home
Lah sehneh mnehtehvsseh
The sun will die
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL

Nee dehvahv dehnee mnyahltah fleevahleh-heefehn
We need to give a lot of value
Feh teeahee seeahee ehlgahv flee gehnehteesee fahtayleen
to those who help with genetics research and space
vaheeahgahdehfihn
travel
Sahee tsehaheheeihleen
And areas
sahayah hehlfah eeleenfehn
that help them

Nee veevehv dahn sehntehee dah eehe-eihtseen
We will live for hundreds of years
nehmneeah nahseegehv sahn leemeh-ee sahee mnyalsahnaheenahn
No one will be born with limits and diseases
Vahfahseh fah-hehseen
Space will save
hehmeeneh sehtah fehmeenahn
people from extinction
Daheesehn seen sehseh meetseen
Thank you, science and cosmos

Sah leeah mneytah teetehseeah
On your deathbed
Seeahee sehnteevahaylah
What contributions
vee fah-hih veh lah fehsehlah?
have you made to the species?

NEE SEHSEHV veevee see sai tsehvehnehsse
WE WILL SEEK to live more and better
Ahteengah neeahn nehvahn haimnyeelahn
To reach our new home
Lah sehneh mnehtehvsseh
The sun will die
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL

Sehveeneetahlahn - Allia Elvish feat. Kyba & OMCB

Well , he's a very naughty young man , but his dad will forgive him anything , and will always be his shield . Maybe he'll grow up and stop being stupid , maybe not , but it's only a made up story so who the hell cares anyway , I do hope you like it !
This song competition me and Kim are in seems to be going on forever , please vote for us
http://hofa-contest.com/song/19226/
Next up is a belter from me and Gaz , and real drummer Ken  oooo !
Loads to come after that , this year is going by so quickly , it'll be Xmas before you can say " Too expensive ! "
Me and Charlotte's album still needs more plays , give it a whirl when you have some spare time .
Links are below . Thank you everyone for listening
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

The Shield

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline
Photo by Jarih


Let's Carry On

slide with me

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?








Little Boy, Where Are You?

I produced, arranged, recorded, music, lyrics & vocals. Rob Magallon STUDIO 2002 is a MASTER at Analogue recording, arrangements, instrumentals, percussions, writing & teaching.
     15 years I recorded in his Great Studio & amazed by his SUPERIOR TALENT.

JUNK IT (instrumental)

Clay Patterson Baird

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