Tubo DJ Collabs

Playing this again, I realised I'd mastered a lot of detail out of this so, here is my attempt at a remaster. Hope you like it! December 2023. 

As a child, the night was full of mystery. My twin sister was a somnambulist, and I too was known to walk if I had a fever. Looking into the face of a sleepwalker is quite disturbing - it's the open but dead eyes, no hint of recognition; it used to make the hair stand up on my neck. 
The cover is a detail from a painting by the innovative French painter, Gustave Courbet. I think it's fair to say he nailed that look.

The Somnambulist (Remaster)

contradictions

Contradictions

A few days ago my SC friend Gary https://soundcloud.com/gary-courtland-miles invited me to add an improvisation over his wonderful Rhodes improvisation. Well here we are :-) Enjoy ! ... Photo by Pxfuel
Check out https://soundcloud.com/gary-courtland-miles/the-gentler-way-1 the centerpiece of it; with Gary's sound and words !
        © Gary Courtland-Miles & Jörg Stohwasser 2023
        ℗ Gary Courtland-Miles & Jörg Stohwasser 2023

What's Next * Anomon & joerxworx

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

Just a great Americana song. Learning to appreciate simpler times.

Rain Through The Roof

This piece was created as a way of offering our empathy (and a bit of whimsy with the cover art,) to those who also experience allergy seasons... whether spring and/or fall, indoor and/or outdoor... we've felt them all... and know how miserable they can be or make one feel. Somehow, it's always the ailments or dis-eases that affect our cognitive clarity that make us feel the worst and sometimes... "a bit less human." That's when we call in "the reinforcements" of our herbal supplements, teas, and topically apply or diffuse some of our favorite oils... and are grateful to no longer need to get allergy shots. We hope this piece offers you a few moments to "forget" your symptoms and perhaps take a few deeper breaths... at least while listening to this track.

This piece was produced in the 432HZ range so please do not drive or operate machinery while listening to this track... and listen to the track through wireless headphones at a lower volume to receive the optimum effects. As always, we thank you for taking some time for yourself and your self care... with our music.

As always, the full song blog can be found on our website by clicking the link below, and scrolling down to the song title.

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Sniffle Ease

you have to be
the birds and the bees
B. Hasemeyer can be found at, https://soundcloud.com/b-hasemeyer

Be Heaven, In The Trees

B. Hasemeyer / numbers in the dream - Be Heaven, In The Trees

Lacrime

SK   Lacrime

Je suis sang, sociale.
Je suis lait, subtilisée.
Je suis chair, commercialisée.
Je suis l'essentielle invisible des cités d'essence.
Je suis foyer et bûcher.
Je suis l'animale humaine.
Je suis la culture de la nature.
Je suis la sauvage gage de votre esclavage.
Je suis le mot que tu m'ôtes.
Je suis la langage inexistante.
Je suis l'autre monde, possible.
Je suis la couronne vaginale des naissances.
Je suis l'incrée créante, mécréante.
Je suis celle qui se défends.
Je suis révolution en ton sein.

Sauvage

They called him MURPHY BLEEDING GUMS
he HAD FORGOTTEN THE SUN, 
the loving TASTE OF HIS MOTHER'S sauce
AND HIS FATHER'S ADVICE.
FOR 30 YEARS he'd NOT WATCHED THE NEWS
appetite for NOODLES AND the STREET FOOD
BETWEEN the FAT AND NOTES he devoured
he found himself alone
and blowing the blues
he wears those DARK shades AT NIGHT 
to hold the loneliness inside
as he plays in the club underneath the Detroit Moon
ahhh here comes RACHEL 
HAIR AS RED AS THE ORANGES OF SICILY, 
her EYES AS BLUE AS the sea
ohh the beautiful sea!
SKIN AS WHITE AS THE SNOW ON THE ROOFTOPS
in the Detroit city
BEHIND the BAR SHE MOVED LIKE A CAT, 
KEPT TIME BY DRUMMING WITH HER LONG RED FINGERNAILS, 
AND OH WHEN SHE SANG SHE SOUNDED LIKE A MADONNA 
TO THOSE POOR DEVILS IN THAT dimly lit CLUB IN DETROIT
(she's so beautiful) 
AND WHEN MURPHY PLAYED he DID IT FOR HER 
( play for me murphy)
and WHEN MURPHY PLAYED BETWEEN LAUGHING AND CRYING
(oh murphy baby)
ohhh THEY WOULD STARE AT EACH OTHER UNDER THE NEON LIGHT
never say a word, in that danky SMOKY PARADISE
( shhhhhh , shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
OF DETROIT
A STEP BEFORE DAWN and PEOPLE WERE LEAVING
RACHEL WITH REDDENED EYES SET UP at THE COUNTER
and MURPHY SAT AT A TABLE DRINKING A WHISKEY 
AS HE WATCHED HER WRITE POEMS he knew SHE would tear up
( tear up - oooh ) 
AND SHE SMOKED WITH HER EYES CLOSED WAITING FOR THE BUS 
AND FOR YEARS NEVER asked her, 
or FOUND THE COURAGE TO OFFER if she needed a RIDE
UNTIL that SNOWY NIGHT 
she was SHIVERING and needed a ride
murphy DROVE so SLOWLY AS IF HE NEVER WANTED TO ARRIVE
THE RADIO PLAYED CROAKING JAZZ TUNE
and SHE SAID "hey MURPHY HONEY YOU'RE much BETTER than this"
SHE LAID HER HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER AND FELL ASLEEP
(go to sleep baby)
AND AFTER A LONG TIME 
MURPHY SAW THE SUN AGAIN, 
A CHEMICAL SUNRISE UP IN THE SKY OF DETROIT
THEY ARRIVED HOME SHE MADE him BREAKFAST 
and ON HER PANCAKES SHE MADE A HEART, 
and BY AND BY 
THEY LEFT DETROIT

Murphy

Sk    Murphy    ( Testo di Anam Hermit & Sk)

My Green Fairy
sugar and absinthe
sun calls me
and now I'm absent
present grows on the window sill  
surrounds my center and a green snake is still
diamond eyes are aiming straight
over the headboard and seals my fate

streak dances,  strikes at my throat
fangs snap in an instant, the artery flows
my eyes wide open. I see as I fall
hieroglyphics on the purple walls!

my green fairy fix point disappears
leave me alone but softly reappears

Do you want to leave me?
well it does nothing
Do you want to need me?
did you say something?

I took the clay and made a vase out of it
never being used, all it would do is sit
I took my time and threw it in the river
my life flowing, going, and i considered

slowly it spreads, ever on my mind
the road it takes .....
between the Gospel and the Tao,
Jesus Christ and Lao,
you know life is now
life is now

ohh, ohh, ohh, ahhohhh

anonymous men mimic success
in which I bet i often what they look for
is not the same

Oh Wanderer to find God!
Ahh! i'm just passing by,  goodbye
Ahh, I'm looking for a reset, so I restart

inside a virus that infects
it is fatal to me

it won't let me sleep
it won't let me breathe

the phallus has wishes to fulfill
so better give up and get emasculated for me now

I'm sitting here on the other side of the dune
buried in my oblivion while God passes camels by the eye
with eyes to the sky

That is slowly consumed and turns orange,
leaving a slice of the moon and it seems that the stars are pins

(here there is one)
silver to keep up the night
(and her brown dress)

that one night whirling your knives
they tore the garment and tied it in your hair
and still you rebel and you still kick the world
while you shine like the Maja on a bed of jewels

I touch you with all senses wide open
and I remain silent but oh how much we loved each other
absolute love!

love that left such a beautiful scar
that together we built a frame
preserved it so well that it continues to hurt
that eternal monument of a love to honor
and I touch you again and play your vinyl skin
on the uproar and the rallies that the future makes
and then I repent!

If you knew my love how much I regret
the moment we left that Absinthe
flourished and it was a matter of moments
that we harbored regrets
on a bed that once knew two lovers
and tired hours like the sleepless nights
I spent to hurt you!
I drowned you among the waves of Absinthe!

Green Fairy SK

Green Fairy SK (Testo di Anam Hermit)

Sulla Queen Stefanie il Rum scorreva nelle gole arse come

un fiume nel greto dopo un secolo di secca.

Il tesoro era abbondante e il vento soffiava dal cielo

come se gli angeli stessero sbattendo le loro ali per

farli approdare al porto .

 

Berrò fino alla tomba perché quanto è vero che l'oceano

è salato il vino non é la risposta ma fa dimenticare le domande..

 

Io comprerò una casa per me e la mia bella,

e faremo l'amore ogni notte, perché come diceva quel bastardo

di mio padre il matrimonio è come uno spiedino,

lei ci mette la carne, tu lo stecchino.

 

Il capitano nel silenzio della sua stanza intagliava il legno,

avrebbe finito di lì a poco il mezzo busto di Emily la puttana..

una volta arrivato glielo avrebbe regalato, non si era mai inginocchiato

neppure per pregare ma questa volta lo avrebbe fatto per

chiederla in sposa.

 

Il mare era calmo e materno le vele sventolavano bianche

come le lenzuola di una vergine stese ad asciugare.

 

Grandi sogni di rivalsa riempivano gli occhi arrossati di quei pirati,

certo qualcuno di occhio ne aveva uno solo.

qualcuno ci aveva rimesso una gamba o qualche dito, o un braccio,

ma il capitano li aveva convinti, Nettuno

aveva in fine deciso di barattare il sangue immolato

riversando su quelle mani bruciate dal lavorio

e dalla battaglie il tesoro più prezioso dei mari,

mai un tesoro più cospicuo aveva impreziosito le sue acque.

 

Tutto taceva, ubriachi i pirati dormivano, io ero di vedetta.

 

La luna sembrava ad un palmo e rifletteva sulle piccole onde

riflessi argentei che delineavano una corsia sicura per il ritorno.

La queen Stefanie era la nostra culla

così caddi tra le braccia di Morfeo.

 

Fu un tuono a svegliarmi, poi improvviso il vento soffiò

arrivandomi alle spalle come un colpo di spada codardo.

Le vele si gonfiarono e sembrò l'urlo di una partoriente

il suono che emisero quando si squarciarono nel mezzo.

Completamente divelte si aprirono come un sipario

sulla scenografia mesta di un cielo pronto a precipitare.

 

Da lì non ricordo altro che urla e pioggia tagliente come vetro,

passi disordinati e bestemmie, lo scricchiolare del legno

e il sopra che diventava sotto.

 

Eravamo un punto dimenticato nel nero infinito che era

il mare, poi fummo circondati

da un girotondo di luci fluorescenti e in quel caotico

girone infernali come un requiem il canto delle sirene

musicava la nostra Odissea.

 

La queen Stefanie si spezzò come fosse fatta di pane azimo

scivolammo senza speranze fra le onde gigantesche

prima con l'anima e poi con il corpo affondammo

in quelle acque gelide e senza speranze.

 

Ormai battuto mi lasciai risucchiare verso il fondo,

a pochi metri da me nella luce di un fulmine  vidi il capitano,

stingeva la sua scultura al petto.

 

Il tesoro per il quale avevamo sfidato ogni sorte

ora scendeva algido nelle acque, lentamente come neve

e come fiocchi di neve dissolvevano le nostre inutili illusioni .

 

Ricordo di un silenzio di cui non avevo memoria,

la morte era prossima quando le labbra della sirena

mi baciarono riempiendo i miei polmoni..

sentivo i suoi seni addosso, caldi e pieni di vita..

 

Una scossa mi traversò, la sua bellezza aveva qualcosa di divino,

guardandoci salimmo a pelo d'acqua,

la tempesta era passata, sembrava il primo giorno del creato

 

Dopo aver ritrovato il respiro passai una mano sugli occhi

per togliere la salsedine e mettere a fuoco,

guardai la sirena.. fissare i suoi occhi era come

fissare il sole di mezzogiorno, mi mostrò la sua lingua,

su di questa era posato un rubino rosso..

mi baciò di nuovo e stremato le svenni tra le braccia..

 

Mi risvegliai a riva e tossendo sputai quel rubino,

ero il solo sopravvissuto.

Il riemerso

Tubo  & Sk           Il riemerso (testo di Anam Hermit)

The Shock

darkest hour
now is sung
One thousand cries
have now begun
all the gold turned to rust.
the earth is dry
the wind is dust
the sun has no fire
the oceans drained into the mire
the sky is dark
no warming light
the night is cold
no joy is in sight

The Mourning

my voice to soul
ny voice l raise
what notes exists, that he did not embrace?
oooohhhhh!!! oohhhhhh! ooooooooooo!!

Remembrance

In all the world we'll will never meet
a more kind soul with clever beats.
he his best into his songs.
he made you feel, like you belonged.

The Last Goodbye

From my tongue to my lips.
The Requiem, I sing for him.

From life to death, you will become.
Now go with God, and be one.
Maestro, you will live on
in your Tubo Dj Songs!!!!!!!!

The End of Tubo Dj

Sk    The End of Tubo Dj

vocal : SANAGI　@mk-yk
Composition and lyrics : カハルタカオ

Composed in April 2023

落涙  -tears-

Cam Storm

Sk & Tubo  Storm coming

Please don’t hesitate to comment, like and repost. We can all use more feedback, comments, and plays. Enjoy the production.

Released: 6/6/20

Turn me up play me loud here’s another countdown 
3–2–1 love the sound Call it Lou’s Motown 
Underground more inbound totally spellbound 
if you want to hang follow me because I get around
Come on baby fast or slow I’m here to rock the tempo 
get down let’s go stay open- feel the vibe though
I’m on fire I suggest my haters try to stay low 
the Beats gonna move ya cause the track is pure dinero
￼
That unexpected reason to go harder than I’ve gone before 
push the limit keep it real but everybody is wanting more 
let’s go it all depends on me because it’s time to soar￼
Gotta hustle harder not the only one that’s keeping score￼
Input output nobodies been this close before 
long days short nights I’m my own competitor 
stay calm focus why should there be an uproar 
so many changes going down it’s time for me to explore 
one thing in my favor is that I was born a Warrior
one thing in my favor is that I was born a Warrior

Step it up keep it epic hot and hype still legit 
On top on exhibit I hit it right then transmit 
won’t stop wont quit I keep on going till it’s lit 
murder Mayham on the track my haters getting desperate￼

Patients trending no rules of engagement 
stations tuned in providing entertainment 

payments- cool I’m thrilled keep providing statements
hope ya-listening underground don’t mean my basement
I do for love the response is pure amazement￼


I got a little something left -so act like you know bro
I’m packing so much heat —to back it up—they call me pyro
Oh no —-let’s go —-I think of words—- and ink flow
I’m mer keep you vibing to this track —until tomorrow
Yo bro—-if so——it’s so dope you gotta know
I’m mer keep on spitting flames —like I was s a volcano
You know—words flow like lava—-track is fire tho
I’m mer drop the facts and —-paint a picture like Picasso

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experimental musician, I love sampling, breaking up and reassembling the fragments .... I have been working with musicians of various kinds and for some time together with my partner anam we have been producing rare pearls of a new hip hop.

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