You pack a lot of playing in this musical idea; and in a such a short time. Well done Devin:)

Written by Leiber & Stoller, It was initially recorded by R&B duo, Willy & Ruth, in 1954, then by Elvis in  1956. The genius of Lieber's lyrics were that they usually finished early leaving room for theatrics, something Elvis excelled in.

Treat Me Like A Fool (Leiber & Stoller)

I Used To Be Like You

I can see over the hills
There’s a world of people and lights and buildings
I used to be among them long ago
Now it looks like a painting
Like a dusty old Chagall
Hanging on my wall
That never moves
I used to be like you

Well I married a man
And I followed him
To a snowy little town
Where it feels like Christmas all year round
And he makes me believe in fairytales and
Fishing boats and the Daily Mail
And everybody thinks I’m insane
And everybody thinks I’m insane
I don’t miss them anyway

I can hear people talking
Their voices sound like bees
High up in the trees
They don't approve
But I’ve heard too much
I’ve seen a lot and I’ve seen enough
Their ideas never change
Well if I’m gonna die someday
I’m gonna live my way

Well I married a man
And I followed him
To a spooky little town
Where it feels like Halloween all year round
And he makes me believe in ferris wheels
And fishing boats and the way I feel
And everybody thinks I’m insane
And everybody thinks I’m insane
I don’t miss them anyway

There’s a song I haven’t heard
For a very very very long time
I thought the singer had died
But he’s still alive and he’s singing it today
I’ll be like him someday
I’ll be like him someday

First Recordings

I Used To Be Like You

The People's Love Cult - Complete

This was actually the first cave song I made. It sat as a barely started project for months, until finally I sat myself down and actually expanded on it. The final result blew me away; the phrygian mode perfectly encapsulated the slightly eerie feeling of the environment, and the chiming, OOOOH THE CHIMING

If you couldn't tell I'm a big fan of this track. This song gave me the inspiration for more with the cave vibe, which is why a lot of the other tracks in this EP share at least one instrument with this one.

Tunnels Of Slumber

The People's Love Cult - King Clay

The People's Love Cult - A Lions Share

nachtschatten

dream

rio reiser (intro)

oceanic abyss

no cream for me

"Reality forever eludes us. Infinity mocks our puny efforts to imprison it in definition and dogma. Our most splendid realizations are only adumbrations of the Light. In his endeavors, man is but a mollusk seeking to encompass the ocean.

Yet man may not cease his struggle to find God. There is a yearning in his soul that will not let him rest, an urge that compels him to attempt the impossible, to attain the unattainable. He lifts feeble hands to grasp the stars and despite a million years of failure and millenniums of disappointment, the soul of man springs heavenward with even greater avidity than when the race was young.

He pursues, even though the flying ideal eternally slips from his embrace. Even though he never clasps the goddess of his dreams, he refuses to believe that she is a phantom. To him she is the only reality. He reaches upward and will not be content until the sword of Orion is in his hands, and glorious Arcturus glearns from his breast.

Man is Parsifal searching for the Sacred Cup; Sir Launfal adventuring for the Holy Grail. Life is a divine adventure, a splendid quest

Language falls. Words are mere cyphers, and who can read the riddle? These words we use, what are they but vain shadows of form and sense? We strive to clothe our highest thought with verbal trappings that our brother may see and understand; and when we would describe a saint he sees a demon; and when we would present a wise man he beholds a fool. "Fie upon you," he cries; "thou, too, art a fool." So wisdom drapes her truth with symbolism, and covers her insight with allegory. Creeds, rituals, poems are parables and symbols. The ignorant take them literally and build for themselves prison houses of words and with bitter speech and bitterer taunt denounce those who will not join them in the dungeon. Before the rapt vision of the seer, dogma and ceremony, legend and trope dissolve and fade, and he sees behind the fact the truth, behind the symbol the Reality.

Through the shadow shines ever the Perfect Light.

Down through the misty vistas of the ages rings a clarion declaration and although the very heavens echo to the reverberations, but few hear and fewer understand: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God."

Here then is the eternal paradox. The Word is lost yet it is ever with us. The light that illumines the distant horizon shines in our hearts. "Thou wouldist not seek me hadst thou not found me." We travel afar only to find that which we hunger for at home.

And as Victor Hugo says: "The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity."

That which we seek lives in our souls.

It is well. Blessed are the eyes that see, and the ears that hear, and the heart that understands."

-Reynold E. Blight 33° K.T.

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Devin Locke

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