Name: Norwegian Wood (A Beatles Cover?) by Dom Torregrossa
Duration: 2 min 40 s
Description: Here's a version I'm sure you never heard before.

Great rocked out interpretation. It works wonderfully! Durge

Head-bobbing rockin! A whole new fun twist on a classic. Good stuff, Dom!

if it aint no fancy diamond ring
i can give you everything you ever wanted
i say if money aint yo thang girl
i can give you just what you need

just say gimme some more 
just say gimme some more
they call it givin it up,
I call it love

she said "gimme some more" 
she said "gimme some more"
"when i'm ready to go,
i'll let you know"

her hot tires come screeching down my driveway
honey i can smell dem brakes from here
she sit up on my lap and wrapped her arm around me
and starts to whisper in my ear

she says "gimme some more" 
she said "gimme some more"
"they call it givin it up,
you call it love"

she say "gimme some more" 
she said "gimme some more"
"when i'm ready to go,
i'll let you know"

20 years now and she's still calling out my name
she never found a good reason to leave
floor joists bowing and bout to have to buy a better bedframe
girl don't let me breath

she's like "gimme some more"
she said "gimme some more"
"they call it givin it up,
you call it love"

"gimme some more" 
"gimme some more"
"when i'm ready to go,
i'll let you know"

Busted Bed Frames

"...And as I'm an ass, I advise you to choose
An ass as the king of the land here;
We're founding the mighty donkey-realm,
Where only the asses command here..."


„The Electorate Donkeys“, aka "The Electoral Asses" by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856), a famous poet, novelist and journalist.
Best known outside Germany for his early lyric poetry, which was set to music in the form of lieder (art songs) by composers such as Robert Schumann and Franz Schubert. Heine's later verse and prose are distinguished by their satirical wit and irony. He is considered a member of the Young Germany movement. His radical political views led to many of his works being banned by German authorities—which, however, only added to his fame. He spent the last 25 years of his life as an expatriate in Paris.

A loud Hee-Haw to my donkey fellow https://soundcloud.com/33per on the other side of this unhinged world... 


Die Wahl-Esel 

Die Freiheit hat man satt am End’
Und die Republik der Tiere 
Begehrte, daß ein einz’ger Regent 
Sie absolut regiere 

Jedwede Tiergattung versammelte sich
 Wahlzettel wurden geschrieben
 Parteisucht wütete fürchterlich
Intrigen wurden getrieben
Das Komitee der Esel ward 
Von Alt-Langohren regieret
Sie hatten die Köpfe mit einer Kokard
Die schwarz-rot-gold, verzieret
Es gab eine kleine Pferdepartei
Doch wagte sie nicht zu stimmen
Sie hatte Angst vor dem Geschrei
 Der Alt-Langohren, der grimmen
Als einer jedoch die Kandidatur
 Des Rosses empfahl, mit Zeter 
Ein Alt-Langohr in die Rede ihm fuhr
Und schrie: Du bist ein Verräter!

Du bist ein Verräter, es fließt in dir 
Kein Tropfen vom Eselsblute
Du bist kein Esel, ich glaube schier
Dich warf eine welsche Stute

Du stammst vom Zebra vielleicht, die Haut 
Sie ist gestreift zebräisch 
Auch deiner Stimme näselnder Laut 
Klingt ziemlich ägyptisch-hebräisch

Und wärst du kein Fremdling, so bist du doch nur 
Verstandesesel, ein kalter
 Du kennst nicht die Tiefen der Eselsnatur 
Dir klingt nicht ihr mystischer Psalter
Ich aber versenkte die Seele ganz
 In jenes süße Gedösel
Ich bin ein Esel, in meinem Schwanz 
Ist jedes Haar ein Esel
Ich bin kein Römling, ich bin kein Slav 
Ein deutscher Esel bin ich
Gleich meinen Vätern 
Sie waren so brav 
So pflanzenwüchsig, so sinnig


Sie spielten nicht mit Galanterei
 Frivole Lasterspiele
Sie trabten täglich, frisch-fromm-fröhlich-frei
Mit ihren Säcken zur Mühle

Die Väter sind nicht tot! Im Grab 
Nur ihre Häute liegen
 Die sterblichen Hüllen 
Vom Himmel herab 
Schaun' sie auf uns mit Vergnügen

Verklärte Esel im Gloria-Licht! 
Wir wollen Euch immer gleichen
 Und niemals von dem Pfad der Pflicht 
Nur einen Fingerbreit weichen
O welche Wonne, ein Esel zu sein! 
Ein Enkel von solchen Langohren! 
Ich möcht es von allen Dächern schrein'
Ich bin als ein Esel geboren
Der große Esel, der mich erzeugt 
Er war von deutschem Stamme
Mit deutscher Eselsmilch gesäugt 
Hat mich die Mutter, die Mamme
Ich bin ein Esel, und will getreu
Wie meine Väter, die Alten 
An der alten, lieben Eselei
Am Eseltume halten

Und weil ich ein Esel, so rat ich Euch
Den Esel zum König zu wählen
Wir stiften das große Eselreich
Wo nur die Esel befehlen

Wir alle sind Esel! I-A! I-A! 
Wir sind keine Pferdeknechte
 Fort mit den Rossen! 
Es lebe, hurra! 
Der König vom Eselsgeschlechte!

So sprach der Patriot. Im Saal 
Die Esel Beifall rufen
 Sie waren alle national
 Und stampften mit den Hufen
Sie haben des Redners Haupt geschmückt 
Mit einem Eichenkranze
Er dankte stumm, und hochbeglückt 
Wedelt' er mit dem Schwanze

Die Wahl-Esel (Heine, 1855) ft 33per

Here's a version I'm sure you never heard before.

Norwegian Wood  (A Beatles Cover?)

Music and Words by Sean Drysdale

Sean Drysdale-Bass/Electric Guitar/Vocals
Mick Furlo- Electric Guitar/Vocals
John Cashman- Drums/Vibes

OLD TOWN

I think I’ve finally reached that point
Where giving up is going on
Cause this just ain’t my scene, oh well I’m moving on
The pain is not when you lose
The pain is when you have to choose
Between yourself or another round (a round)

They’re popping blue pills with booze
While they fade away in Old Town
They’re wishing you all the best
Cause there’s always new friends around 
Where darmas peak but no one speaks 
About the sadness that is Old Town
They’re never leaving Old Town

Can’t tell the forest from the weeds
This street it never bleeds
Only takes what it needs
The Artists are just sycophants 
Parading with their good intents 
They’re fetishists and fantasists 
Praying you hit their web

The streets are dark it’s getting late
While they fade away in Old Town
The snow is weak but they’re awake
While they rage away in Old Town
They’re wishing you all the best
Cause there’s always new friends around
Where dramas peak but no one speaks 
About the sadness that is Old Town
They’re never Leaving Old Town

Old Town

Original song inspired by the question what if someone like David Bowie never found his way to his muse. How many wonderful gifts remain in the hearts of their creators never to be seen by the world?

Lyrics
He wears a suit that never fit him and it's sad to say it fits him worse now
He has no clue of how to change it so he silently puts it on every day
He used to think his life would burn so brightly Now he tells himself what a joke he really is
Still a voice cries from deep within Come on Man I’ve always been here

He wears a suit that never fit him and the world just shrugs
Another mumbling voice in the wilderness against this world’s din
How can we fight for every square inch of land but for our own people not give a damn
Still even with all odds against it beauty finds a way to shines

How can we calculate the loss when a wildflower never blooms
How can we measure the loss of a genius that the world never knew

He wears a suit that never fit him and I hope he finds his way out
Cause there are empty places in our psyche waiting for his touch
Let’s pray he finds his way through the maddening maze to the place where his muse waits  
So that we can find one more place to rest in this parched land of ours

He Wears A Suit

Transfixed Traffic Lyrics

Our narrator slowly dips into a bit of a mental state and basically shuts down. Much like the traffic that isn't moving at all. 

Lyrics;
The tail lights on the freeway
Go on for miles and miles
And it's looking like I'll be here
for quite a long long while

In the middle lane
No place to turn
Home is so far away
I feel a real concern

The traffic on this freeway
Has me trapped me in this car
A claustrophobic feeling
Like a bee caught in a jar

Heavy rain is coming down
The wind is screaming
ominous sounds
And no one's moving
Like a bunch of trees rooted to the ground

It's an atmosphere of madness
My mind has gone off track
On a road of no return
And no way to turn back

Traffic jam goes on and on
I'm locking on to tail light glare
Going catatonic
'Cause I'm not going anywhere

My hands melt to the wheel
My feet become the pedals
The rest of me no longer feels
And I harden into metal

Heavy rain is coming down
The wind is screaming
ominous sounds
And no one's moving
Like a bunch of trees rooted to the ground

And the tail lights on the freeway
Go on for miles and miles
And it's looking like I'll be here
for quite a long long while

Transfixed Traffic

Open Collab from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/purple-microdot-the-allure-pt-2-vocals-135-bpm
Vocals and Lyrics Ian Greaves aka IPG1 (https://soundcloud.com/ipg1)
Paploviante: Music, mixing, mastering and Picture
Lyrics:
This that acid drop - mind corrupt
Drop that purple microdot
Fear not - if the time stops -
and the clock refuse to TikTok
Full throttle — speeding - roadblock
brain cell just don’t give a fuck
Tie dye - sandals — dreadlocks
Woodstock — type — Hip-Hop
mesmerized by the kilowatt
my brain — become a hotspot
Am I human — Am I God —
preparing for — the aftershock
the aftershock — the aftershock
Hell yeah — and why not — it’s still that purple
microdot — microdot — microdot
Chorus
Think twice before you say no
Charisma — come on let’s go
The moves — without Ego
The smile — or the combo
It’s good times — and Convo
Cant avoid it - so you want some more
The allure — of an outlaw (X3)
Guitar riffs and jazz lines — like rainbows and sunshine
No limits no guidelines — I’ll start off with a peace sign
don’t even try to undermine — Or I’ll peal back your hairline —
Love it when the stars align — You know I’mer get mine
time stop — brain cells begin to pop
From the bottom to the top — a mental — hotspot
Mesmerizing sound — kicking kilowatts
From that purple microdot
God status — here we go at last — 
from the bottom to the top — break that hour glass —
So why you think your teeth are shattering — so damn fast
It a personal experience — a one man class
No sleep for those who know — the afterglow
Are Y’all ready for the show — Y’all ready for the show…..
no malice establish — and it’s hitting on the spot
A God’s made — for love — that — purple microdot
This that aftershock — that aftershock — that aftershock
From that acid drop — Mind corrupt — Mind corrupt
time stop — brain cell begin to pop
From the bottom to the top — a mental — hotspot
Mesmerizing sound — kicking kilowatts
From that purple microdot — From that purple microdot
——Chorus ——
Feeding off the sound like a starving vampire
music in my blood turns a spark into fire
The progeny of lyrics — rhythm tunes — desire
Made to Pierce your soul — like a suit of Bob-wire
Hang tight and ride this storm of — forget me Nut
Left-brain — right track — it’s called — purple microdot
And you know I’ll be back here — from — time to time
Fucking with your mind — at the drop of a dime
Underground— under the tongue— paint a mental picture
yo—you’ll never really know when the acids gonna hit ya

Purple Microdot The Allure IPG1 & Paploviante

Lyrics/Vocals by Ian Greaves aka (IPG1)
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1

https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/bouncing-off-the-beat-92-bpm

https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/sets/bouncing-off-the-beat

Verse1
so many rhymes -written---styles bitten
Tracks so sick -they'll leave you bed ridden
Word play written with -shadow-rhymes hidden
visions -That occur with -lethal--precision
insight for dayzzz--experience that pays
you'll be amazed- rhyme after rhyme--phrase after phrase
how the hell he do that—and the message conveys
cohesion on the track I’mer set it ablaze
Another Track turnt up Set this one on re-play
yeah -I got it….yeah -I got it like that

——-adlib

Verse2
Let's pick up the pace -Dropping bass in ya face
Locking haters in place- Rocking the whole damn place
Kicking ass…..more---Bass!!!!----more---Bass!!!!
let’s keep it going!!!
I'll share-The knowledge keep the drumbeat flowing
Get yourself a taste —-a full embrace
rhymes tighter than the knot -on top your shoelace
Guarantee! —to put a smile back on your face
Gimme some space- Gimme some space!
Unplugged!—so-why not try to interface
Addicted to the sound -Like it's free-bass
like coke!—the real thing-without the aftertaste
more--be Tha beat----- more-be Tha -Bass!!!!------more-be Tha-Bass!!!!

Verse3
All I've been through-leads to this time-this moment
Grinding night and day-while most lay dormant
Always bring my best-dress to impress
Full court press-the opposition seem ---stressed
I stay intentional-multidimensional
Verse after verse-totally exceptional
wait a sec---here’s a -reality check
bet a bottom dollar that a brother don't sweat
Go ahead groove on-ain't done yet
Rock another beat-so my haters —upset
Track is getting ---lit like a --------Newport cigarette
why the confusion y'all—-too--unconventional
must be delusional-Call it phenomenal
solid ambition-creative composition
adjust your position -cause I'm Still on a mission
track them down --take them out friendly disposition
grab the track press play -sit back and listen

Verse4
When the beats on time ain't no axe to grind
I just do my thing it's easy to unwind
Lemme rock the beat solid I'll take you for a ride
If you're just another Hater - hello ---goodbye
Racking up the numbers where the hell they're gonna hide
Really don't matter no more Mr. nice guy

Repeat-Verse1

Outro
Volatile like nitro—don’t shake or stir
Wanted signs posted-don’t let the lines blur
Creative juices flowing so go for what you know
This is what I was born for so come on let’s go!

IPG1 - Bouncing Off The Beat  (AudioBake Mix)

This was a really fun mega collab with a bunch of super creative artists! Of course Stonerjazz (Jeff) is a long-time partner in crime. He instigated this one by sending bass/drum machine and guitar parts as a bunch of stems to me, Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh) and TexMex Shaman (Stephen). Stephen really developed the atmosphere with more guitars and added sound effects, I added a bassy synth and drone in the middle, and Josh added mandolin and a new bass part. Then I worked with Josh to develop the second half with added percussion and he extended his bass/mandolin parts. Finally Jeff suggested and got permission from Hosam Yousef to use his vocal samples, and added some finishing touches (intro and outro) with the guitar.

This was a wild experience and an honor to work with this crew, thanks to all involved!

STONERJAZZ @user-911083679
@texmex-shaman
Entheogenic Psychonaught @josh-clary-1
Hosam Yousef @user-595232366

Dig Dug - (STONERJAZZ, TexMex Shaman, Entheogenic Psychonaught, Hosam Yousef, and Tea R. Sea)

Inspired by films, people I know and the  love of a three chord song :)

I Wanna Know

This is my main theme to make music. I am a standing alone musician.
Beats of this song are my hand tapping on the body of the guitar.
Live performance is here on YouTube 
☆youtube   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07ITg1qLHi0

Follow in my eyes

Stand Alone

I'm a 53 year old "RockDad".   I’ve been playing guitar and playing in bands since 12 years old.  Pair that with an overactive imagination.  Another Singer/Songwriter is born.  Making music is a great way to blow off steam & a lot cheaper than therapy.   And lately bits the best way to meet like minded people & make new friends.  I have a private songwriting group on Facebook called Songwriters  Anonymous filled with some of the greatest musicians & songwriters to be found on the internet.  We’re all addicted as are you.  I look forward to hearing your stuff!   Peace

Norwegian Wood (A Beatles Cover?)

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