Such a compelling track. Wonderful soundscape

Wowsers Suzy, this is like a wild ride at disney land sooo cool :)

Great lyrics here and a crazy interesting mix of sounds...

.. and what will our centurions say when all the colors fade to gray where they used to run wild and free?
Put a fence around it.
You can charge admission then. 
If we raze it they will come. It's not "if" but "when".
And, all the money makers say God's beauty shouldn't be free.
Some see our perfect world: others opportunity.
Put a fence around it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5zX60WCycU

Put A Fence Around It

Out of the Box July 2022
"Set co-ordinates for Planet B... nymphets sighted!!"

Space Persuasion

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Free As A Bird

I experimented a bit with soft FM synths like my older NI FM8 and the Tone2 Nemesis and suddenly there was this 80's-like sound that Liliia Kysil lent her talented voice to. 

Music & Production: Tom Laukemper
Voice & Lyrics: Liliia Kysil

Lyrics:
I can 't hold on any longer, it's torture 
Without you 

Cause On a golden thrown 
Or deep in muddy grounds
 It always seems to come back around  
To you 

My heart and my soul are dancing in the dark  
You light them up with a single spark 
All I need is you

All my life I've been running around 
Trying to find a lover that wants to be found 
And it's you 

Look into my eyes and tell me why we cannot be 
I remember the day that you fell for me, I'm trapped in our history 

All my life I've been running around 
Trying to find that lover that wants to be found 
And it's you

All my life I've been running around 
Trying to find that lover that wants to be found 
And it's you

Look into my eyes and tell me why we cannot be 
I remember the day that you fell for me,
 I'm trapped in our history 

Cause On a golden thrown
 Or deep in muddy grounds
 It always seems to come back around  
Cause On a golden thrown 
Or deep in muddy grounds
 It always seems to come back around 

 My heart and my soul are dancing in the dark  
You light them up with a single spark 
All I need is you

I can 't hold on any longer, it's torture 
Without you

A 20221128 Tom Laukemper Music Release

"Been Looking For You"

Tom Laukemper &  Liliia Kysil - "Been Looking For You"

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

In The Dead Of Night

Foratroca

The second track for the new EP. A personal one and one I'm hyped to keep building.

The Right Kind of Eyes

ATRIUM .

I was compelled to write this song after having a very lucid dream...this is best listened to on head phones.

I travel in my sleep on a rainbow of dreams, where fragile thread 
Sews the seam, between imagination and reality.
It first appeared to be like other stars, glowing in the night way out far
It was there in one spot and then it was gone, like God skipping stones,
On the universal pond
It zigzagged across the midnight sky, like a drunken diamond learning to fly
Then suddenly, it was overhead, like a giant mushroom of infrared
A stem of light beamed from its womb, and I am compelled, to be consumed. 

I entered a portal into a space, filled with light and sounds that vibrate
On frequencies unknown to me, on frequencies that let me see
Into other worlds, into other times, and as I shifted into other…paradigms
There was not fear, there was no dread, no questions asked, no nothing said.

And as I embraced my newfound space, I realized that…
I was not alone in this, illusive zone 
Some familiar, some were not, deceased loved, or so I thought
We danced, we played, we sang, we ate…and as we partied on this,
 utopian star
Telepathic messages seemed to come from a far, which in sighted an awakening
A remembrance of who we really are…and as an atmosphere of love, enveloped us all, we became like one big spinning ball, and I began to feel lighter and lighter and less and less dense, and then suddenly, it all began to make perfect sense.
Then great figures appeared with the light, like holograms of celestial delight
And these alien beings began to sing, a cosmic opera with angels wings
That soared into the depths of my soul and sent me spinning out of control
Into an ecstasy beyond belief, an inspiration of love and peace, and they chanted...

:You are star seeds, from other galaxies, planted on this earth to bring in harmony:
“It is time to germinate, and co-create peace on your planet
You are not alone in this universe; we have come to help you move from
the age of destruction, to the age of enlightenment. We are your friends.
Do not be afraid. We are leaving many signs, like the crop circles, to help
Activate your dormant DNA blueprint. 
The time is now; the dark forces can no longer draw energy
The time is now for you to awaken! You are not alone, you are moving now into The fifth dimension” 

I laughed, I wept, had I died, was I dead, or was I letting go of all I’d been fed
Of realities I know and the seeds I’d sown, or was I indeed in the twilight zone
In the center of the universe, the forbidden jewel, on a rainbow of dreams
Where delusion, no longer rules. 
I travel in my sleep on a rainbow of dreams, where fragile thread 
Sews the seam, between imagination and reality.

I am a singer/songwriter and record and produce all my own songs with garage band. I'm a work in progress and learning as I go. Thanks for listening and feel free to leave comments.

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