THE BOY - I WANT YOUR SEX

Everything by THE BOY

From 4th EP "Don't" OUT on major platforms NOW!
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 : https://open.spotify.com/album/0r1WKfWAQlCI55UfL9RATt?si=911ctBvASKGmDX6P_nxeTg

I WANT YOUR SEX

Composed Arranged & Produced
By Ian Greaves & Joerxworx
Joerxworx: flute and saxophone remix
@joerxworx

Critical Elements by IPG1 Feat. Joerxworx

Watch the video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45vI5icluCU

Gothic Funk - music and percussion (open collab)
https://soundcloud.com/gothic-funk/from-ukraine-with-love-open-collaboration-5

Music, additional percussion & production by Hobocop: https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

Vocals, lyrics by Cosmic Keanu and Hobocop

NOTE: Thanks for all the amazing feedback! We really appreciate it! If I don't answer back here, I'll be sure to repost, listen, and comment back on your tracks! (I've been having more and more issues lately with replying to comments. I'd like to get back to everyone if I could!)

Art by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics: 

Here we are, lost in haze
In an endless concrete maze
Working for our enslavement
nature giving way to pavement

Turn our back on truth
Our convenience is now a prison
Sold lies of a better tomorrow
Consumed by greed, promises hollow

Money's your God now

Hungry ghosts wail and moan
Believed the lies they were shown
Mouths agape at parlor tricks
Pied pipers’ lead to the river Styx

Forgot everything that’s come before
Bathed in the manufactured glow
Consuming all of our attention
cradle to grave their sole intention

We never take the time to ask
Who profits from our pain and lack
We watch others fall through the cracks
Our morals no longer intact

Black mirrors sell a vision
Improve our fallen condition
$19.99 for the golden calf
It’s half-off, better act fast

Slip down the evolutionary ladder
Brains shrink with each misstep
Sell our souls to get our kicks
How many skeletons got rich quick

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was free?

Babylon built brick by brick
Bad decisions wall us in
Search for the escape hatch
buried beneath mounds of scratch

We’ve reached critical mass
No attention span left to ask
Why the foundation is so cracked
Tipping point has been surpassed

Life valued less than common cents
Even our bodies have been lent
Ones and zeroes decide our fate
Plastic identity, totally fake

Sign on the dotted line 
Everything goes, name your price
Puppets dangle from golden threads
Souls gone, hearts of lead

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was...

Never enough to feed the beast
Consumes all for its feast
Never stops, feeds and feeds 
Belly bloated on all that breathes

We won’t stop until we reach
The highest peak of idiocy
Almost there, not much time left
We wallow in our lack of depth

There’s still time, we could say no
To this degenerate side-show
Turn back this broken clock
The door will open if we knock

Unless...

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was free?

Video

Money (Gothic Funk, Hobocop, Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

What an honor to add my acoustic guitars to this collaboration with ace electric guitarist, keyboardist, and producer Seagull, Soundcloud's Poet Laurette Peter, Soundcloud's Poet of the piano, Debra Buesking, and vocalists Clara, and Snowflake.  With this visionary and epic trilogy, we explore the human condition and the choices we must make that will determine our destiny as a race.  It is a longer work but a rewarding listen if taken as a whole, but can still be appreciated in smaller bites if time doesn't allow a nearly 16 minute commitment.  The first segment is "Lost" until 4:55, "Lament is from 4:56-10:14, and "Ghost of a Dragon" until the end.  
To experience the full impact of the "trilogy", one must see Seagull's superb and deeply moving film with "Next Choice" as the soundtrack; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCA7MZSvEwI
Follow these fine artists:
Seagull @farout-music-studio
Debra @debra_buesking
Peter @user-264930040

Next Choice (Seagull, Peter, Debra Buesking, Snowflake, Clara, and David)

This is the last song in my Trilogy. My Character has now " Washed his soul in the River " he has become a " Better Man " and now he is heading " Into the Light " 
Rejuvenated and free from his burdens, oh if only it was so easy..ha ha ha 
I hope you like this one its a Re-mix of a song i wrote 2 year ago. 

Written and performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Into The Light

The tribal leaders are ever at war to protect their power base,they try to force us to take sides.

The earth is my country and it's people are my tribe.

Warmongers can do one.

Tribal

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my BandCamp PWWO #07 album)

Happy 2023 everyone. I hope your year is starting off positive, creative and brimming with potentiality. Mine has definitely begun on a high note, getting to collab with our dear friend Carlos Vivanco (https://soundcloud.com/carlosvivanco-1, https://carlosvivanco1.bandcamp.com/). And after a full year of music lessons with this kind and generous soul, I’m finally feeling quite good about my music theory and piano skills (knowing full well, this is just me happily floating on the tip of the proverbial music theory/musical instrument iceberg). :)

This one in particular (for those of you who might be interested in the specifics) started with Carlos providing an impressively wild drum track, and a warm, rich bass track playing Ostinato in E (I wasn’t familiar with that term at first. But it means playing a singular note rhythm as a foundation for the rest of the song). From there, E Aeolian (or Natural Minor) felt like it provided the nicest fit to Carlos’s stems. I was able to play out many of the melodies you hear in this song with just a few takes, and very minor MIDI note adjustments after the fact. That is exciting beyond words.

So without further delay, I joyfully offer you my first collab of 2023 with one of the coolest folks you’ll find in this grand music community. Carlos and I hope you enjoy ‘The Nine Sentinels of Aeolis’. :)

PWWO07

The Nine Sentinels Of Aeolis | Carlos Vivanco & GrevusAnjl

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)

Say What? / FRAWSTAKWA & Paploviante
Lyrics and vocals written and performed by FRAWSTAKWA
@frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/youngelderly/say-what-85bpm-frawstakwapella?in=randther/sets/open-for-collab
Paploviante: Music, Bass, other Instruments, Picture, Mix and Mastering

Say What? - Frawstakwa & Paploviante

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

The Mysterious Decibel X Mahan Mahan - A Septic Journey (FREE DOWNLOAD)

make it alone (demo)

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.

Next Choice (Seagull, Peter, Debra Buesking, Snowflake, Clara, and David)

David Dunham