Digging those synths with that screeching feedback - Great Wall of awesome noise!🔥

Till Ljuset I Norr!

I never set out to make tracks like this... I even mean NOT to... but they seem to happen anyway!

Anyway, the image came first ... variants here: https://www.instagram.com/p/C2e27ago_j1/?img_index=2

And now there's a video:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C22GRYENoqI/
https://www.tiktok.com/@rollocarpenter/video/7330985779814042913
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaO2LYfiL1Y

Sanguinello

Most small towns have something they're known for;  it might be a building or a statue, or some famous person who lived there.  When I was a Baptist pastor forty years ago in the little town of St Francis, Kansas, it was the "Walkin' Boys.  Not exactly "boys", they were three middle-aged brothers who were probably autistic and lived at the local nursing home called "The Village".  Their parents made provision for them to live there after they passed away so they would be well taken care of.  What made them so memorable was they would venture out every day from the Village regardless of the weather and walk the length of the town, checking their post office box, stopping in at the jewelry store to have their watches set, then proceed out to the cemetery to pay their respects to their parents, then return to the Village.  They would make this three mile trip three times a day if the weather wasn't too extreme, and you could almost set your watch by when they would pass by.  I felt they needed a song, and it is one that's still remembered by those who knew them. I understand the last of the Walkin' Boys passed away just a few years ago having lived to a ripe old age of course--they walked every day:)  The song also features my singing; something that got lost along the way some years ago. You'll also hear a little tape hiss; it was mastered from a forty-year-old cassette:)
Lyrics:
It's another sunshiny morning in our little town,
The air is crisp and clear, a little snow left on the ground,
Then I look up Benton Street and guess who's coming down,
It's those Walkin' Boys, those Walkin' Boys are coming around.

Well they call the Village home but don't spend much time there,
They spend their time a walkin' 
And what folks think they don't much care,
And the season doesn't matter they still take the dare,
To tread in summer's heat or old man winter's frigid air.
Chorus:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say. 
All dressed up in dungarees,
Smoking their pipes as proud as you please,
Walkin' Boys where you going today?

They start out from the Village for their daily chore,
They check their mail box then walk to Stewart's jewelry store, 
And with their watches set they go on out the door
Headed for the graveyard then return to go once more.

Boys you may not know me but I think you're grand.
I used to think you strange, but now I better understand,
That you are the way you are because of God's own hand,
You're special to our town and unique in all the land.
Chorus 2:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say.
Lookin' at the graves but they aren't sad,
Just paying respects to their mom and dad,
Walkin' Boys where you goin' today?

Walkin' Boys (from Scenes of St. Francis)

Only Dream

Listen to "Connected Worlds)".  An ambient hypnotic mind-tripping song about how in the face of intense yearnings for connection, we live disconnected in a connected digital world drowning ourselves in isolation and loneliness.   #Ambient #Electronic

Connected Worlds

You open up those tired eyes
And the world is as bad as it seems
Just close your eyes and jump the jump
And you'll soon be living in dreams
Like Rapunzel letting down her hair into the mud
I turned around one second and I heard a thundering thud

CHORUS
I really should take sound advice from your wanting eyes
You're holding me between your thighs with your wanting eyes
I fell right for recurring lies of your wandering eyes
It really should be no surprise
Believe it or not you've got wanting eyes

I'm cuddled up - a babe in wrap
Its a second life I guess
I always fall for games and traps
And I was never much good at chess
I'm the average prince that's turned into an average frog
There's no trash or gimmick that you wouldn't try to flog

CHORUS

A candy house was eaten yet I was left with nought
But somehow you just win me over with a single pout

CHORUS

Wanting Eyes

At a Dead Party

Translated after French text

Vidéo YouTube :  https://youtu.be/bThqxsUetr0

Nous ...
Texte de Say M
Chant : Julia
Musique : Alain Illos 

Nous,
Ne les écrirons jamais
Ces paroles qui nous aiment
Mais qui nous ont menées
Vers un jardin d'ébène
Aux amours végétés
N'y entre que la peine
Que des vœux oubliés
Nous,
Ne nous obligerons jamais
À recouvrir de haine
Nos pas ensoleillés
Autour de l'Aquitaine
Et d'une vierge dorée*
Témoin de nos "Je t'aime"
De nos rêves échangés
Nous,
Ne remplacerons jamais
Au parfum de l'hiver
Tous nos troublants étés
Au devant de la scène
Cet enfant désiré
Qui ne sera la sève
De notre amour vidé
Nous,
Ne les écrirons jamais
Ces paroles qui nous aiment
Mais qui nous ont menées
Vers un jardin d'ébène
Aux amours végétés
N'y entre que la peine
Que des vœux oubliés
Nous,
Ne le deviendrons jamais
Nous,
Ne le deviendrons jamais

We...
We will,
Will never write them
These words that love us
But have led us
To an ebony garden
To vegetated loves
Only sorrow enters
Only forgotten vows
We'll never
Will never make us
To cover with hate
Our sunny steps
Around Aquitaine
And a golden virgin*
Witness to our "I love you" moments
Of our shared dreams
We'll never
Will never replace
To the perfume of winter
All our troubling summers
To the front of the stage
This longed-for child
Who will never be the sap
Of our emptied love
We will,
Will never write
These words that love us
But have led us
To an ebony garden
To vegetated loves
Only sorrow enters
Only forgotten vows
And we,
Will never become
We'll never
Will never become

Nous .... avec Julia

I thought the title was self explanatory... lol

Chillin N Trippin With My Robot

Deception

This piece is dedicated to the loving memory of my Guitar Teacher  Enrico Farinelli may the stars play with him for ever.

Il Corriere Smarrito

The Incredible Philosophy Of Everything

Instrumentalist, Composer and 
Producer for Ded Person
Electric Bass, Guitar and Synthesizer

Deception

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