This is tonights creation

Here is a message. 
It's all important.
Here comes the message.

The voice of Frank Zappa

Day after Day......................Create.
Bad guts, or no bad guts...Create..
Just like Frank Zappa, Charles Bukowski,Bill Nelson and others.

Candy Coated Dictatorship

A national anthem must be the most powerful song in the world. This track features the national anthem of Ukraine, sung by Ruslana at a Wladimir Klitschko boxing match. https://youtu.be/t06ngJezp3s. (Wladimir is the younger brother of opposition leader Vitali) Ukraine is going through a terrible time, corrupt leader after corrupt leader, i hope they get the "government" they deserve and let the "leaders" go run a bank/newspaper/energy suppler somewhere.



Ukraine's Glory Has Not Perished

Ukraine's freedom has not yet perished
nor has her glory,
Upon us, fellow Ukrainians, 
fate shall smile once more.
Our enemies will vanish
 like dew in the sun,
And we too shall rule, brothers,
in a free land of our own.

CHORUS
We'll lay down our souls and bodies
to attain our freedom,
And we'll show that we, brothers,
are of the Cossack nation.

Other verses
We'll stand together for freedom, from the Syan to the Don,
We will not allow others to rule in our motherland.
The Black Sea will smile and grandfather Dnipro will rejoice,
For in our own Ukraine fortune shall flourish again.

Our persistence and our sincere toils will be rewarded,
And freedom's song will resound throughout all of Ukraine.
Echoing off the Carpathians, and rumbling across the steppes,
Ukraine's fame and glory will be known among all nations.

Ukraine

LET IT BE KNOWN (CHARLES BUKOWSKI)

TO KNOW YOUR OWN DEATH
IS TO DIE 
TWICE

ONCE REALLY
AND THEN HARDLY AT ALL

(Hardly at all)

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THERE IS
NOTHING AS UGLY
IN ALL IT'S TANGENTS
AS THE HUMAN
BEAST

A TRICK
SET AGAINST THE BLOOD OF YOUR SOUL

(The blood of your soul)
LET IT BE KNOWN THAT
SOLITUDE IS THE ONLY MERCY
AND THE ONLY
(Lover)

LOVER

Lover)

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT 
A MAN NEED NOT BE CHRIST TO BE CRUCIFIED
LET IT BE KNOWN THAT
A MAN CAN BE CRUCIFIED EACH DAY
EACH MOMENT

EACH BREATH

(Each moment)

TO SLEEP AND AWAKEN AND BE TORMENTED AGAIN

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT
A MAN CAN DIE AND DIE AND DIE AND DIE 
AND STILL FEEL THE PAIN AND KNOW HE IS DEAD
AND STILL FEEL THE PAIN 

(Each breath)

LET IT BE KNOWN 

(Each moment)

LET IT BE KNOWN 

(Crucified)

LET IT BE KNOWN 

(Each day)
(Each breath)

THAT THE TEMPLES ARE NOTHING
AND THE BELLS ARE NOTHING 
FAME IS NOTHING
VICTORY IS NOTHING 
SEX IS NOTHING 
AND THAT SOLITUDE BRINGS MADNESS AND THE CROWD
BRINGS MADNESS AND DRINKS AND EATS THE BODY LIKE A TIGER

(Like a tiger)

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT
THERE WILL BE OTHER MEN SUCH AS I

(Crucified)
LIFTED FOR THE LION'S MOUTH

(Crucified)
BURNED DOWN BY FALSE LOVES


(Crucified)
TRICKED BY KINDNESS

MISLED BY INTELLECT

DIZZIED BY POESY

SACRIFICED FOR PROFIT

USED AS CHEAP LABOR

(Sacrificed)

AND THESE WILL BE
THE KINDEST OF THE HAPPENINGS COMPARED TO WHAT
WILL ENTER THE EYE AND THE EAR AND THE BRAIN

(Eyes, ears, brain)
AND SEEP TO THE INNARDS TO BEGIN THEIR DEATH-WORK.

I PITY ALL SUCH BROTHERS OF MINE WHO WILL FOLLOW ME
IN THE CENTURIES

(To know your own death)
UNABLE TO LOVE BECAUSE THERE IS
NOTHING TO LOVE

(Is to die, twice)
UNABLE TO KILL BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING ALIVE

(Once really)
FOREVER HANGING AND BLEEDING AND DIZZIED 
BY THE BEAST-HUMAN

(And then hardly at all)

THE WALLS, THE GARDENS
THE SUN, THE FLOWERS
THE KISSES, THE FLAGS
THE SEAS, THE ANIMALS
THE FOOD, THE LIQUORS
THE PAINTINGS, THE SYMPHONIES
 ALL USELESSNESS.


LET IT BE KNOWN THAT
THESE MEN NEVER EXISTED 
AND THAT THEIR FUNERALS WERE EXTREME FARCE

AND ALSO THE DEAD TEARS FOR THE ALREADY DEAD

(Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)


LET IT BE KNOWN THAT
BIRTH IS NOT HOLY, THAT DEATH IS NOT HOLY
THAT LIFE IS NOT HOLY

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT
I DO NOT DIE FOR MANS SINS
(Sins)
THAT I DIE FOR WHAT MAN IS
(Sins)
AND FOR WHAT I ALMOST WAS


DO NOT TAKE AS PERSONAL
WHAT I SAY ABOUT LIFE

UNLESS ON ANOTHER PLANE
YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF
A DEFENDER OF LIFE AND MAN

WHICH IS ONLY ANOTHER NATURAL 
WEAKNESS OF THE SPECIES

(Weakness)
(Of the species)

LIKE A RAT GUARDING IT'S NEST

(Weakness of the species)

LIKE A RAT GUARDING IT'S NEST

(Let it be known)
THE ONLY SOLITUDE IS DEATH
(Let it be known)
BUT NOT THIS DEATH
(Let it be known)

NOT THIS DEATH
(Let it be known)
(Let it be known)
(Let it be known)

Let it be known (Bukowski, Dazzled)

A 1976 interview with audio from a 1983 album.

Frank Zappa's Dream

Chop a line now

The biggest problem facing the world today
is mental health.

If everybody had good mental health

then 
all the other problems
would be solved.

Chop a line now.

Chop a line now.

Well thats my dream.

If people have motives that are not worth while.

Then those bad motives are always going to creep into their activities.

If people were just in a postion to have their minds functioning right.


Chop a line now.

Then everything else would fall into line.

Well thats my dream.

Thats what i'm after

Thats my dream

If everybody had good mental health

then 
all the other problems
         (all the other problems)
would be solved 
         (would be solved)
It's probably not going to happen

But thats my dream.


Thats my dream

That's what i'm after.

Thats my dream


Cocaine decisions (sing along)
Chop a line now

(wait)
Chop a line now 

Cocaine decisions (sing along)

Chop a line now

Chop a line now

Chop a line now

Cocaine decisions
Chop a line now

(Lift, and separate)

Chop a line now

Cocaine decisions
Chop a line now




Frank Zappa's Dream.

Before I joined Sound Cloud I used to record tunes on a Tascam Neo 24 track machine. I  don't use this machine anymore so I am going to sell it. This afternoon I went through the tracks recorded into the Neo in 2011 and picked two of the best ones to save. This is the first one, with added Bukowski..
I didn't have Omnishphere back then so the tracks were more guitar based. I think this is my Koa Telecaster and Fender precision bass.

I couldn't find a transcript for the poem online so I have written what I think I have heard., correct me if I am wrong.

Song for sadists without a place to sit down (Charles Bukowski 1969)

I'm still here............

Song for sadists without a place to sit down

Positively grieve no more
Altimo altimo

Marcheli,Borgrassi
Hold still bitch

The evergreen leaves showered with brocoli love
Heaving like a rabitt in a wolfs mouth

Now if you play my flute

Not if you play my flute

Brocolli

Perchavi Perchavi
Save me, thunder
Elephant moth of everything

I think, think and stink in saliva

Domino, Domino, ST's, volgimo

Taurus, pissimo, shitimo ock

I'm still here..........

The seller is a Pope,
the Pope is pious, i am not
I wear hob nail boots
up the sides of virgins
drinking buttermilk

Please  Popillo, please Popillo
Sesame drag


The winter chances of nude victory divide the singers
from the papal singular sueths

Sit down

If eels can climb mountains
men can be eels

If eels can fornicate
men can be eels

Lay sperm like dice in the centre of my brain
see what comes out

Walt Whitman staring out the window
at the sailors

The hard crane, done in and robbed
discussing the bridge with Osh

No. that is not me

Domino populi Domino

In Spring the heather says swish

In Summer the heather says wish

In Autumn the heather says die

In Wintertime she dies

Domino pop

I am still here

I'm still here............

Songs For Sadists Without A Place To Sit Down (Bukowski, Dazzled)

The Laughing Heart (Written by Charles Bukowski, read by Tom Waits)

your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, 
sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight in you.

You are marvelous and the Gods wait to delight in you (Bukowski's Laughing Heart read by Tom Waits)

This is an edited version of the crap part 3 of the democracy quadrilogy, Featuring Frank Zappa, Christopher Hitchins, Charles Bukowski, the angry wolf, the regretful donkey, Jimmy Swaggart, the laughing bag and numerous other persons. 


Tell me about the kinky sex in country and western.

Laid back, in a rocking chair and smoking the cigar of mystery. 

Guild GAD30 acoustic guitar tuned down to D-G-C-F-A-D, Ezdrummer, Trilian 

The return of the jazz joint donkey.

This is an old tune, 2012 "Variations on the Two Missing Donkeys Secret Chord Progression" (https://soundcloud.com/deeplydazzled1/variations-on-the-two-missing) which is a rip off of Zappa's "Variations on the Carlos Santana secret chord progression " 
This time the chord progression is mixed with Frank Zappa's "Stinkfoot"
My guitar solo (Gibson ES 137) is the original dry guitar signal plus wah wah which was originally recorded using TH2 amp modelling software.

The secret stinkfoot variation

Male Donkeys are as wise and intelligent as male humans and every male donkey has a summer holiday, The most popular destination for wise and intelligent male donkeys is Paradise Island, out by the sea somewhere.
This island is popular with male donkeys because of a tribe of native female donkeys commonly known as "Single mums", a popular tribe whatever species you are. The "Single mums" are good with children and on Paradise Island, they have learnt to play the "Bamboo and Coconut wind chimes" a heavenly and also deadly musical instrument that male donkeys cannot resist for a week or two.
Wisdom and intelligence count for nothing when the "Bamboo and Coconut wind chimes" play and many wise and intelligent male donkeys never return from their holiday. 
Music by Deeply Dazzled except for the "Bamboo and Coconut wind chimes" which were recorded by Jungle Dog

Donkey Paradise Island

Donkeys cannot play music so they stand still and imagine it. This is the second minute of music that the baby donkey imagined. 
The track is one minute long so I can put it in the one minute group - https://soundcloud.com/groups/one-minute
The first minute is here - ehttps://soundcloud.com/deeplydazzled1/one-baby-donkey-minute?in=deeplydazzled1/sets/the-donkey-collective

Another Baby Donkey Minute

This track is a sing-along song, and is dedicated to everyone who is not feeling very well, Manny Pacquiao, Bill Nelson, Sound Cloud John McLaughlin and many others.
Please sing along.
This track is a happy track, performed by the Dwarf Donkey trio "Piff Paff Poff" 
All together now.
The Donkeys and me hope that you all get well.

Bing Bang Bong (Bong Bang Bing)

Chiwi, my imaginary Chiwawa, (Yes, I know) has terrible trouble sleeping at night and in the daytime. Tormented by television, radio and other computer related noises, my poor Chiwi has a dreadful life living amongst us humans. His dreams are fitful and shallow and his own dreams of living with other Chiwawas are just .........dreams.
Look into his eyes and tell me I am wrong!
Poor Chiwi, angry and always a Chiwawa.

Chiwawa Dreaming

American Fender Stratocaster Deluxe (2005), just right for a Shadows like tune.


STRATOCASTERTASTIC

A short Bukowski poem, Stratocaster using MXR M222 talk box.

Flyleaf (Bukowski)

When I went to school....wait.....let me clarify. When I actually bothered to go to school, I really liked the "craft" lessons. particularly "collage". I suppose I could have done Latin and French but I chose "craft" and I am a better man for it.

This is my musical collage of 2016 so far (Jan 10th). Recorded today and tomorrow...January 9th into January 10th.
So much has happened already, 
Memories of Christmas - laughing from "Creature comforts"
A TV advert for  hunger monkeys - "Doot"
Theme from "Police squad"
December maggots, January flies
A short Talk box solo.
The flu
Being pulled over by the police - "good evening all"
Telling police that I am insured
Police telling me that they suspect I am not insured.
Me saying (not out loud)what the fu..............
Police towing away my van 
Me saying (not out loud)what the fu..kin...fu.....
then me saying (out loud)what the fuck is going on, you bunch of bast........etc  and ending up in jail.
My van is insured, I am so righteous.
When I am free I thrust the insurance documents under the policeman's nose, he says " bear with me Mr Dazzled, I will contact your insurance company to confirm your details",
 I say (out loud) Thank you Mr Policeman, I am very grateful",
Under my breath "I curse this pip squeak of a man....then he returns... " Just a few more minutes Mr Dazzled and your paper work will be ready"  .... I reply " Will I be able to get my van back today? and then (not out loud) "you poor excuse for a pip squeak" ?... "Yes" the pathetic PC pip squeak replies. 
"Well thank the fucking donkeys for that" I said (not aloud). 
He said "pardon?" 
I said " I am so grateful for the effort you are putting in to sorting out this dreadful mess"
He nods and turns away, relieved to break the steely stare I have just inflicted on him. He knows he is a piece of cold dog shite who has falsely accused a handsome Sound cloud veteran  of driving a transit van without insurance.
In the foyer of the police station I meet an Amy Winehouse look alike, stick thin, and freshly robbed by her now ex boyfriend, we swap injustices, she sits next to me, offers to drive me to where my van is imprisoned, I say out loud  " we'll see how it goes" She looks down 
Then Cledwyn enters the foyer, owner of a local Bed and Breakfast, In his 70,s and full of stories, some of them are true. He has been robbed but quicky brushes over this to tell two eager young policemen, and me ,about the several funny stories he has memorised.
PC pip squeak appears, gushing with promises of my imminent freedom, I stand, defiantly,  and nod enthusiastically at the torrent of vacuous nonsense this imbecile is projecting at me. 
"Thank you" I say, "It won't be long" he says, and I say (not aloud) Why don't you....etc. etc.
The  Amy Winehouse look alike has disappeared, but Cledwyn is telling his third story about a Ronwy, a policeman in a wild west wales town called Carmarthen. I know this Ronwy chap and we exchange hilarious stories dating back to the 1980's, happy times.
The Amy Winehouse look alike walks out with her ex boyfriend, I look down. 
Then PC pip squeak hands me the document of freedom and I stare at him intently, he looks down and retreats,
Cledwyn offers to drive me 7 miles to where my van has been unjustly imprisoned, I accept, We genuinely laugh and joke through the journey, he wants to tell his stories and I want to get to my van, we are brothers.
We arrive in very good spirits, Cledwyn tells all his stories to the garage owner, my smile is wearing thin but my destiny is in sight, I endure and finally pay £150 to get my van back,
hall.. eh...fuc..kin ...leu..leah.
I will get my £150 back from the dumb insurance company, but my freedom is priceless.
Cledwyn has wandered down the village to tell his stories to someone and I am now without purpose, what an absolutely glorious feeling.
Then I went to Morrisons, had supper, drank wine and beer and did this,
The end.


Always a freak, but never a hippy. (2016 so far)

Wednesday 27th January 2016, All is calm, E Bow solo, no edits, lovely.
Yamaha SG2000s (2006) thru Pod X3 thru Lexicon MPX550 Verb Chorus thru Ableton 7 Ping pong delay, recorded on an old Windows XP computer.
Based on a 2014 track called "The lonesome telepathic donkey" https://soundcloud.com/dazzleddonkey2/the-lonesome-telepathic-donkey

Telepathleticism

I am not a druid and I have never been surfing. Apparently falling off a surf board is not surfing, Anyway, I have a good imagination and that sees me through.
Omnisphere - Analog emotions
Omnisphere - Eight millimetre
Omnisphere - Drops of copper
Bass - Trilian - Foot monster 
Drums - Stylus RMX, EZ Drummer 2
Guitar - Koa telecaster thru Pod XT Plexi 45
Capo - G7th on the 3rd and 6th fret
Plectrum - big black Gibson one from the 1980's

Surfing with the druids

My next Sound Cloud identity - https://soundcloud.com/user-892440455

The Next Thing

I finally bought myself a decent condenser microphone (Art M Two) to record acoustic guitar and the first thing i came up with sounded a bit like "By this river" by Brian Eno from the album "Before and after science". So i thought i might as well try and do my own instrumental version of it. I tried singing it as well but it goes too deep for my voice

By this river (Brian Eno cover, acoustic guitar)

Have you ever wanted to dance to David Bowie's "Warzawa" from the "Low" album? Yes, well now you can. I still prefer sitting down and rocking back and for in time to the hi hat : D
As well as drums and synths, i strum along on my EKO Ranger acoustic which i bought in 1977, the same year as the "Low" album was released. 
2017 version here - https://soundcloud.com/user-892440455/warszawa-dancing-version

Warszawa (David Bowie Cover)

Deeply Dazzled - E-Bow and Backing Track
http://soundcloud.com/single_espresso - Lead Guitar

Another Last Tango (Deeply Dazzled on E-Bow - Anders Isberg on Lead Guitar)

The Sleeping Dormouse Dreams of Playing the Avant Garde Melodica

Anders Isberg - Electric guitar
Gus Goad - Bass 
Words - Charles Bukowski
Chords, drum samples, etc - Deeply Dazzled

Man in the Sun (Charles Bukowski)

It's something about the Mafia, one of the heads of the Mafia
who ate too much and had it too easy.
He got fat sucking at good cigars and young breasts and 
he had these heart attacks
and so one day somebody is driving him
in his big car along the road and he doesn't feel so good
and he asks the boy to stop and let him out
and the boy lays him out along the road in the fine sunshine.
I don't know whether its Crete or Sicily or Italy proper but
he's lying there in the sunshine and before he dies he says:
"how beautiful life can be", and then he's gone.

Sometimes you've got to kill 4 or 5 thousand men before you somehow
get to believe that the sparrow is immortal.
Money is piss and you have been wasting your time.
My, my, my it gets so fearful it gets so fearful, it gets me, wrinkles me without consultation
Birds in my dreams walking with canes
People in my world walking like nightmares

I need forty five days to sleep, i need to beat hell out of somebody
I need to kneel among the roses like a madman and sing to God of kangaroos
however you spell it out and however you spell it out its going nowhere and I'm going with it.

Of all the beauty i can think of its maybe ten minutes staring at an old bell nobody knows about
Or smelling my toes like a cranky kid.
Of all the beauty i can think of its watching a long freight of box cars go by
Sun-burnt and hurt and wooden,
Myself watching, watching, yet now all i can see is
some kind of colour of greens and yellows streamlined reds and warm, belonging and not belonging

All i can see is windows and streets and dirt that wants to cry.
Its getting late and the shades go down.
Pictures of long legged girls flow through my brain.
and the caterpillar wants to speak my name, it knows me, it does.

How beautiful life can be.
You've been wasting your time.
I need forty five days to sleep.
Its going nowhere and I'm going with it.
How beautiful life can be.
How beautiful life can be.

Man in the Sun (Charles Bukowski, Gus Goad, Anders Isberg, Deeply Dazzled)

Charles Bukowski - Beer Bottle

‘A very miraculous thing just happened
My beer bottle flipped over backwards
And landed on its bottom on the floor
And I have set it upon the table to foam down
But the photos were not so lucky today
And there is a small slit on the leather of my left shoe
But it’s all very simple
We can not acquire too much
There are laws we no nothing of
All manners of nudges set us to burning or freezing

What sets the blackbird in the cats’ mouth is not for us to say
Or why some men are jailed like pet squirrels
While others nuzzle enormous breasts through endless nights
This is the task and the terror and we are not taught why

Still, yes still, it’s lucky the bottle landed straight side up
And although I have one of wine and one of whiskey
This foresooth somehow a good night
And perhaps tomorrow my nose will be longer
New shoes
Less rain
More poems’


Beer Bottle (Charles Bukowski, Deeply Dazzled)

I record music just for fun. 
12 guitars, E-Bow, Line 6 pods, TH2 amp modelling, Roland XP30, Omnisphere, Trilian, Stylus RMX, EZ Drummer, drum sample Cd's and Ableton Live Lite 7. Influences include - Guinness.

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