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Experimental, Avant-garde, Eclectic, Ambient, and Other music I came across on SoundCloud

SC L'Arte dei Rumori

Five vocalists and the question of how they feel about the region in which they live, while they write their lines.
Plus a guitarist, bass, synths and drums and a bit of mixing.
Sounds simple, it is from the idea, but the time until such a project is really finished passes quickly ... from the beginning to the completion it took almost half a year. 
Now I am happy to have brought everything to a good end.

Many thanks to all involved for the commitment and friendship. 
Have fun listening - yours bitzone
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Vocals
Marquis Zane (Portland, Oregon) @couch-king-presents
Oven Fresh The Chef (Phoenix, Arizona) @ovenfreshthechef
Peter Sparker (Atlanta, Georgia) @peter-sparker
Tanisha Jackland (Seattle, Washington) @ladyofire
Stone Catcherye (Goshen, Connecticut) @stonecatcherye

Acoustic & Electric Guitars
Fabi Köhler (Hamm, NRW) @theblacksuedeshoes

Keys, Bass, Drums
bitzone (Münster, NRW)@bitzone

Guitar recordings
Noah Biggeleben (Münster, NRW) @theblacksuedeshoes

Mixed & Produced by bitzone

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Stoney

it doesn't matter if I tell you which sky I'm from

Couch 

Time often goes real slow
When the vitamin D starts to feel real low
From January to May 
Each meal got dough 
Cause the rain still flows  
As I stay in doors 
And my melanin foregoes any hope that it shows
In the summertime 
I’m just sitting and waiting 
Till we’ll get to grow
Sprout my head out and reveal from below
Hello this is Portland

Oven Fresh The Chef

From the mountains to the valleys from the lows to the peaks.
From the loudest to the calloused to your soul it will speak.
From the crowds to the alleys and we roll with the heat.
Never doubt it, grab the chalice and a bowl we will seek.

It's a festival of music. Keep your ear to the streets.
The sunsets are beautiful. It's almost like a dream.
The smokes in the air. Got 'em feeling my aroma.
I'm just another stoner kid here from Arizona. 

Stoney 

I am from the sky
I like to be high
& smile
I live, you should try
it's a real good time
it doesn't matter if I tell you what town I'm from
it doesn't matter if I tell you which place I'm from

Peter

I sit back and burn
think about past adventures
lessons that I learned
where my future may venture
I just let life do what it do
because no matter what I do
that's what it's gonna do
no need to let the stress level rise
I'd rather write raps wit the red chinky eyes
windows down as we ride
Atlanta representative that's where I write my rhymes

Lady Of Fire Poetry

Seattle is still a great place.There are a lot of people with
big heart here. It's still so soulful. People enjoy the artists and musicians.
And the real raw energy that lives here. It brings people together.
Not to mention its natural green beauty and oh yeah I forgot, the rain.

Stoney

I am from the sky
I like to be high
& smile
I live, you should try
it's a real good time
it doesn't matter if I tell you which place I'm from

I am from that place 
one more star in space
I feel pluto's pain
I live, you should try
it's a real good time
it doesn't matter if I tell you which place I'm from

Interview

Interview #Couch King|Oven Fresh TC|Stone Catcherye|Peter Sparker|Lady Of Fire|Fabi

Unearth Noise - guitars, bass, mamola & cymbals
Stoney Catcherye - vocals & lyrics
bitzone - piano & mix

Based on https://soundcloud.com/bitzone/dusk

• Dusk

this may be the last time I see your glow
and you know...

in the dark, I'm at peace with who I am
for in my heart I know just where I stand

and you'll be back...
imagine that!

this may be the last time you let me go
and you know...
this may be the last time I see your glow...

this may be the last time I see your glow
and you know...

in the dark I'm at peace with who I am
for in my heart I know just where I stand

and you'll be back,
or you'll wish you had...

this may be the last time you let me go
and you know...

this may be the last time I see your glow...


Dusk

written by Shadowface:

Unearth Noise (lead &rhythm guitars, bass)https://soundcloud.com/unearth-noise
Stone Catcherye (guitars, vocals, lyrics)https://soundcloud.com/stonecatcherye
bitzone (drums, keys, mix, mastering, artwork)https://soundcloud.com/bitzone


Defenders

violence, silence, hatred, harm
fascist's mind with sadist's charm

don't give in to
ruthless & rude

heroes, zeros, villains, more
mindtripped henchmen, killing with war

don't give in to
shrewd

I will defend you...

if I don't...
who will?

satan, pagans, hobbits, hell
we defend despite ourselves

don't give in too

Defenders

Never Stop Tomorrow

the courtesan

This is my second approach to Utu Lautturi's "NOISE LAUNDRY", this time with my friend Roger Berkowitz aka Unearth Noise. 
We set one of Utu's inspiring Casio drones as basis and went on a dark noise-rock journey.
We hope you enjoy, thanks for listening.

Project site: soundcloud.com/utu-lautturi/sets/noise-laundry-invitation-to-a-dirty-collaborative-album-check-info
My first project contribution can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/bitzone/somnambulant

@utu-lautturi - NOISE LAUNDRY
@roger-berkowitz - bass, guitars, & feedback
@bitzone - drums, voice, production

Infectious Waste (Utu Lautturi's Noise Laundry challenged by Unearth Noise & bitzone)

a song written by the Field, the Stone & the Flower

Stone Catcherye (rhythm guitar & vocals & lyrics) @stonecatcherye
Russell Sinfield (rhythm guitar & solo guitar) @russell-sinfield
bitzone (keys, bass, drums & mix/production) @bitzone

*Woebegone*

woebegone, it hurts so long
woebegone, I bleed in song

now you know, now you all can just say that you know
now you don't, because who ever does, really, though
now you're sold, buying into what they're selling you
now you're owned by the same feelings you once controlled
feelings that you once controlled

woebegone, just move along
woebegone, thought I was strong

now you know, now you all can just say that you know
now you don't, because who ever does, really, though
now you're sold, buying into what they're selling you
now you're owned by the same feelings you once controlled

woebegone, parallelopipedon
woebegone, this pain don't belong
woebegone, it hurts so long
woebegone, it feels so wrong

now you know, now you all can just say that you know
now you're sold

Possible Music

Woebegone

From the album Sacred Excavations, available here:
 https://unearthnoise.bandcamp.com/album/sacred-excavations

Damballah

Poem by Robert Burns 
Music by Yelena

Performed by Yelena & bitzone
Yelena (vocals, acoustic guitars, MIDI programmed VSTs)
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone (mellotron, bass, percussion, and production)

Image: Illustration by Fred Hyland, circa 1900 

Field recording from freesound.org:
"seagulls....waves." by juskiddink (https://freesound.org/people/juskiddink/)


I wrote this song in my teenage years with Russian translation of Robert Burns poetry. Some time back I revisited my song and adapted it using original language of the poem.

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Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive (adapted)
Poem by Robert Burns 

Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
You go, the darling of my heart;
Sever’d from you, can I survive,
But Fate has will’d and we must part.

We must part...

I’ll often greet the surging swell,
The distant Isle will often hail:
“Here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark’d his vanish’d sail.”

We must part...

(spoken) 
Endless and deep shall be my grief;
Not ray of comfort shall I see,
But somehow, I belive
That you will still remember
Remember me...

We must part...

Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-gull round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I’ll westward turn my wistful eye...

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Song trailer on Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/858076535246403871/

Stream/Follow

Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive [bitzone production]

guests:
Anna Stern - Vocals 
Christian Kappe - Trumpet

How?

We are invited by the Clockworkgod from time to time, the impact is shown here.
Take your shoes off and enjoy.