Name: Stardawg✨Ft. Lioness Pinky🇯🇲 by David. k. A. Spencer. in PASSIONATE VOICES AND RIFFS TO PLAY ALONE
Duration: 6 min 24 s
Description: Ambient space reggae dub. Strictly Dog Lovers rock

oh! I love very cool drums and bass! wonderful!

You never cease to amaze, David❣❣❣ YES! MUST LOVE DOGS! 💘🦮 (Wildly clapping)! I love what you did with the dreamy Reggae vibes! This is awesome to lounge to or play on the speaker in a Spa center for clients to feel uplifted during their visit! Everything you create just makes for the best listening time! THANK YOU...You're precious! >>

Thank you so much. I love dogs & all animals. So pleased you enjoyed it. Much appreciated & big blessings🙏💎🙏💎

A truly divine reggae experience ✨🤍💎 Incredible

Great music for the mind and soul.  Epic!

PASSIONATE VOICES AND RIFFS TO PLAY ALONE

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Unleashed Passions

Built around a recording of an alarm forming the audio background to a hospital visit. Musings on dementia.

Turbulent word streams, erratic coherence
Urgent meanings frustratingly mislaid
Inner sense to outer muddle [innocence]
Interface to inner struggle [in your face]
Fragmented paranoia, translucent target, floating beyond the grasp of balanced conscience
Unviolated nuance beyond interpretation
Disjointed intelligence, resentful agitation

Agitation

The word nostalgia is a learned formation of a Greek compound, consisting of νόστος (nóstos), meaning "homecoming", a Homeric word, and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "sorrow" or "despair"

480BC

NOSTALGIA - ΝΟΣΤΑΛΓΙΑ (432Hz)

Builders of the temple. (the return of the mayan spacegods)

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)

Hiraeth discovered her power one day while staring up at the sky, lost in thought. As she concentrated, she noticed a small, white cloud slowly drifting across the blue expanse. She found that she was able to move the cloud slowly across the sky, just by her thinking about it. Excited by her discovery, she tried again and again, each time with more focus, until the clouds were dancing to the rhythm of her mind.

Hiraeth

Re-make of Mono-ha’s “Unbroken Sorrow”

Composition - Beta

Ambient space reggae dub. Strictly Dog Lovers rock

Stardawg✨Ft. Lioness Pinky🇯🇲

Mill Lane is our temporary rehearsal space this year - located in the nth suburbs of Hobart its a huge warehouse that is in the process of being emptied of museum equipment. Each week the space gets bigger and more cathedral like as the crates go out the roller door. Heres a little taste from the other night.. you will need to excuse me on 2 fronts - My zoom seems to be reaching the end of its life so the recordings is pretty scratchy and 2 I reckon i am a bit out of tune... anyway the energy is good and the ears locked in to what the other musician is doing which I guess is the main thing. Happy Riffing

Kirby/Ward riffing at Mill Lane

Introduction in English:

Recently I met a friend who spent a month in Crete earlier this year. 
As he told me about his wanderings there, I again remembered a drastic experience I had during my stay in Crete thirty years ago. 
During my expeditions through the bare Cretan mountains at that time, I met a young man who had been living in a cave for some time, completely isolated from the world. 
We walked together for a while. He told me that he suffered from psychotic delusions with inner voices torturing him. 
The secluded life here in the mountains would help him to deal with these powerful and alienating voices. 
Nevertheless, he longed so much for a release from this "voice terror". 
When I wanted to visit him again the next day, he was nowhere to be found. 
In all these years I thought of him from time to time, especially since I also meet people here in Berlin again and again who suffer from similar psychotic confusions. 
With this song I try to put myself in the place of these people who suffer so terribly and are still largely misunderstood

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Voices in the head

Voices in the head
Eat me up

Controlling me
Beat on me

Persecute me, torture me
Incapacitate me
Condemn, despise, devalue, laugh at me 
They make me down, drive into all my limbs

Are always there, invade me
Come when they want, never leave me alone

Come through the walls, no wall can stop them

Hate, shun, move masses of vengeance 
They cause me pain with relish, they light stigma-candles inside me

I've made up my mind 
I'll be calm, because I know I can free myself from you
Yes, I can free myself from you!

The last thing I have left is to lay a hand on myself.
With my dying, I'll give you my last escort.

Then I'll cast you off like a garment of shadows

Your blasphemies, your bullying, your poison, your envy

Flow with the water and the blood from me
Disappears in the drain, far away from here

Emasculated sadists, coreless egoists, seedless fascists, 
You all can't nestle in me anymore

Float away
You stay behind

Your power is now completely null and void
A hollow space remains unnamed

I now lie in my hand

Deutscher Originaltext:

Stimmen im Kopf

Stimmen im Kopf
Fressen mich auf

Bestimmen über mich
Schlagen auf mich drauf

Verfolgen, Foltern mich
Entmündigen mich
Verurteilen, verachten, entwerten, verlachen, 
Machen mich nieder, fahr`n in all meine Glieder

Sind immer da, dringen in mich ein
Kommen wann sie wollen, lassen mich nie allein

Kommen durch die Wände, Keine Mauer halt sie auf

hassen, schassen, bewegen Rachemassen, 
Bereiten lustvoll Schmerzen, Entzünden in mir Wundmal-Kerzen

Ich hab’ mich entschieden, 
Ich werde ruhig, weil ich weiß, ich kann mich von Euch befreien
Ja ich kann mich von Euch befreien!

Das letzte was mir bleibt, ist, Hand an mich zu legen
Mit meinem Freitod gebe ich Euch letztes Geleit

Dann leg’ ich Euch ab wie ein Schatten-Kleid

Euer Lästern, Euer Stänkern, Euer Gift, Euren Neid

Fließt mit dem Wasser und dem Blut aus mir
Entschwindet im Abfluß, weit weg von hier

Entmannte Sadisten, Entkernte Egoisten, Samenlose Faschisten, 
Ihr könnt’ Euch alle nicht mehr in mir einnisten

Schwebe hinüber
Ihr bleibt zurück

Eure Macht ist nun ganz und gar null und nichtig
Zurück bleibt ein Hohlraum unbenannt

Ich lieg jetzt in meiner Hand

Stimmen im Kopf (Voices in the Head)

Stimmen Im Kopf (Voices In The Head)

Passion

diamonds

The City

Keep On

I’m happy to post this song with help from my first SC friend https://soundcloud.com/espere-verde, who encouraged me on to improve my music making from a very start. Good musician & draughtsman (he did this artwork too), his vocal performance here gave the mood I couldn’t to the song.

Technical highlights:
>Most vocals: Espere Verde
>Music & almost no vocals: Ruizzoidman
>Odd patterns hidden along three levels in this track: amalgamated psycho-hard coating, usual 7/2 in punk/ska intermediate parts, and finally the sweater core is structured in groups of five measures.

Lyrics: strangely, I wrote about these stressing things when I was 21 and supposedly happy; I'd say similarly today I'm twice as old...

SIN MUJERES NI TABACO, SIN PRISAS  /  WITHOUT WOMEN OR TOBACCO, WITHOUT HURRIES
  
Todo lo que odio me ayuda a vivir,  /  Everything I hate helps me to live,
lo que me pone enfermo me empuja a seguir.  /  what gets me ill pushes me on.
Todo aquello que quiero dejar de sentir  /  Everything I want to stop feeling
es lo que da sentido a mi vivir.  /  is what gives sense to my life.
  
No puedo vivir sin mujeres,  /  I cannot live without women,
ni tabaco, sin prisas,  /  or tobacco, without hurries,
no puedo vivir.  /  I cannot live.
  
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me mata por dentro.  /  kills me from inside.
Mi ración horaria de tabaco  /  My hourly ration of tobacco
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me saca los nervios.  /  gets me on my nerves.
Mi ración diaria de prisas  /  My daily ration of hurries
me empuja a seguir.  /  pushes me to continue.
  
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me hace sufrir.  /  makes me suffer.
Mi ración … de mujeres  /  My … ration of women 
me ayuda a vivir.  /  helps me to live.

ER29HC8 ©1995 ®2015

Sin mujeres ni tabaco, sin prisas (Most vocals by Espere Verde)

Glory to JAH. 🙏🕊 Email. davespencer2011@hotmail.co.uk   https:davidkaspencer.bandcamp.com/follow_me 🕊 www.facebook.com/profile. New single (lazeedogrecordlabel) Oppression, is out now on all platforms. https://open.spotify.com/track/1kZ2VYIjxlqrZIXROo1WMa?si=70500f3012e642d2 https://open.spotify.com/artist/6jF1KPlxhinrFPfCeSPnDP?si=ShdYP6DDT2qim85amL8jJ. Golden Reflector, out now.

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Stardawg✨Ft. Lioness Pinky🇯🇲

David. k. A. Spencer.

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