Marvellous quirky and freaky vocals from Cassidy.  Thanks, Lady!

Biscuit Ware.  Cassidy & Il Camaleonte

Crazy Little Spaceship Called Earth

In A Different World

The Lighthouse at Cat Rock

Super Magic

This was a lot of fun. Clever, witty lyrics from @nancy-cunningham-2 on an interesting and contemporary subject. What's not to like? In my head, I was leaning into a bit of McCartney's Three Legs, the Beatles' For You Blue and a dash of Simon and Garfunkel. Did I hit the mark? Probably not. 

Last but not least, the song needed a solo, so I reached out to Rich Joseph (@user-831068061) to add his awesome, double-stopping magic dust. Thanks man!

LYRICS © Nancy Cunningham

Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants
Put your best foot forward
Your profile
Your full fronts
Tell him all your secrets
What makes you grin and grunt
Feed the Algorithm
Give him what he wants

Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice
He knows your S.A.T. scores
Your dentist and your size
Your IQ and your credit score
He can name your price
Feed the algorithm
Let him roll your dice

Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?
He knows what you pay in rent
How often you hit snooze
He can tell you how to live
Where to buy your shoes
Feed the algorithm
What you got to lose?

Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
He'll tell you if your rainbow
Needs repainting black
He'll serve you tasty morsels
Like your clicking crack
Feed the algorithm
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back
Let him feed you back

Feed The Algorithm

Dear friends, this piece could be the last i download here. If you want to continue this adventure with my song on your ears, please follow me on Spotify!
https://open.spotify.com/artist/14eaaPWCzQLWzPzEgzlXkO?si=aKHoDO0WR4Kv8jQafwb1jA&nd=1

Peace4all

Burn/Born (Belzebuth 1.0 project)

Left Gently

Method: vintage lemon drop, voice, field recordings into some of the following: roland vt4, obne dweller, warm audio foxy, zoom r 20, samplitude.
Narration: This is a poem about growing up. I will not include an interlinear translation. Both the nuclear mushroom and the moon are visible in the original text layout.

lyrics / copyright jo richter:

als ich kind
war, betrat ein
flimmernder mensch einen
flimmernden mond. das war wichtiger
als ich, diese befremdung. als ich kind
war, wucherte ein druckpilz in stille lagunen-
wasser der zeitlosen, bisher, atolle. das war mächtiger
als ich, diese tödliche teilkraft. als ich erwachsen
genannt wurde, abstrahiert und fragmentiert, entfremdet und zerblitzt
erreichte mich endlich die erkenntnis

dass

all dies

mit absicht veranlasst
wurde, nicht schicksal gewesen war, bevor
es schicksal wurde. die krähen, die
sich von schlachtfeldern nähren, werden vom
lurenklang eines gier-ich gerufen, einem gier-ich, das ich schließlich
als meines erkannte. als ich erwachsener
genannt wurde, wandte sich diese absicht, die nun meine
war, ins ästhetische und
gab sich auf

nach verworfenem im randmeer, im mare marginis zu gründeln

zufolge

I have made some compositional changes but also altered the mastering and lessened the compression.

Variations on an Original Hymn Tune [v2]

From the rust-worn fence to the broken wheel
A whisper on the wind, a fear you can feel
Like the devil's breath on a humid night
A secret buried deep beneath the fading light

From the crooked path where the shadows creep
To the promise that a soul can't keep
A trail of dust and a whispered name
Lost in the fire of a dying flame

The mockingbird sings its bitter tune
'Neath the cold, indifferent, harvest moon
A hand that reaches, a hand that's pulled away
Another long night bleeds into another day

From the crooked path where the shadows creep
To the promise that a soul can't keep
A trail of dust and a whispered name
Lost in the fire of a dying flame

The scent of pine, the taste of rain
Washing away the memory of pain
But a ghost in the weeds still calls to me
A promise of what can never be

From the crooked path where the shadows creep
To the promise that a soul can't keep
A trail of dust and a whispered name
Lost in the fire of a dying flame

Lost in the Fire

Half-British, half-Japanese, South London-based singer-songwriter and producer. Indie pop, rock and blues. Thank you for listening!

Feed The Algorithm

david taro