this beat goes hard, and gets trip p ie too...💯🔥 fyre

AUTUMNS ARE THE (MANY) BOOKMARKS OF LIFE

I enjoyed a lot to collaborate with Synline https://soundcloud.com/synline ( Composition and Sampling collage) and mozawa_* https://soundcloud.com/user-174681242 (Beat) on this one. 
A great honor and pleasure for me to write and sing along.


Bodies Swaying

Smooth,
Into the groove…

Step by step
That is a romance
Meet me on that spot tonight
Tune by tune
That is a romance
Hoof by hoof
That is the moon dance

Sometimes it’s one ahead and then three to back
Then swinging round and returning on another track

And ancient lanters wander across the sky again
Singing old songs in a language we’ll never understand
And they go…

Meet me under the moon tonight  
Let us dance into the morning light
I promise I will not step on your toes
Just swaying bodies in the silver light

Smooth, 
Waving in the silver groove

Sometimes it’s one ahead and then three to back
Then swinging round and returning on another track
Into the distance and then out of mind
Then slinging round and appearing on the other side

While our bodies swaying to the music
And they go…

Meet me under the moon tonight  
Let us dance into the morning light
Oh, bodies swaying to the music
Our bodies swaying to the music

Bodies Swaying (wt Synline and mozawa_*)

World In Chaos

Wo Bist Du

Tear down the room
Waist down
Ask to the man
Advice

Those imperfections
Won't scare
Praise to the moon
Alive

Rise up, young soul
Eyes gouged, don't let it show

Free to believe
Freedom exist
A lie

Procreation
Won't seal 
Scream to the moon
Abide

Rise up, young soul
Eyes gouged, don't let it show
Itching, your skin 
I've longed
Don't let me go

Tear Down the Room

I want to thank my audio tech professor and my good friend Uli Behringer for giving me a minimoog for free. Enjoy this boss battle theme about my fight with a sociopathic duplighost in a church.

Ch13-duplighost

Introduction in English:
For many, November is the worst month. I particularly like it because it is the month that best expresses the Buddhist mantra of "And the end is the beginning". In November, almost all the trees are bare and most plants have faded. But in this "destruction" lies the seed of new life. 
November is the month that most clearly demonstrates that we sometimes have to radically let go of beliefs and attitudes that no longer help us move forward so that we can reposition ourselves and continue to develop.
And this month also makes it clear that we must fully accept dying and death as facts in order to keep the flywheel of life, which goes far beyond us, running. 
At the age of 60, I am still in the "October of life". However, October is already knocking strongly on the door of the unstoppable transformation processes that reach their climax in November. 
The song "Autumn is here" summarises these thoughts in the form of a French chanson. I chose this form because, in my view, the French language and the genre of the chanson come closest to the basic existential themes of life.

Lyrics in English (For those, who don’t speak French)

Autumn is here

Everything falls, nothing holds
Nothing stands, it's already late
The green turns gray, the weather wet and rough
The flock of birds moves away into the warm blue

This morning I was full of energy
Tonight I'm tired
My garden of life will soon be withered
One little spark still glows
That still drives me and pulls me forward 

Autumn is here
The gray hair
Lies damp in the drain sieve

Autumn is here
The cataract
looks at me in the mirror

The fields are bare
The faces pale
The tree trunk breaks
In the middle of the poem

The clock runs down
The meadow lies fallow

The car groans
The eye runs and tears

The children look pityingly
The morning sun grins
Nothing you can gain 
Gain
The raven peeks
Around the corner, nods at you

Französischer Originaltext:

L'automne est là

Oui, tout tombe
Rien qui tienne
Il n'y a plus rien
C'est déjà tard

Le vert devient gris
Le temps humide et rude
La nuée d'oiseaux 
S'en va vers le bleu chaud

Ce matin, j'étais à fond
Ce soir, je suis fatigué
Le jardin de ma vie 
va bientôt se faner

Une dernière étincelle brille
qui me pousse et m'entraîne en avant

L'automne est là
Les cheveux gris
Se trouve dans le siphon

L'automne est là
La cataracte se rapproche
Me regarde dans le miroir
L'automne est là

Les champs sont nus
Les visages sont pâles
Le billot se brise
Au cœur du récit

L'horloge retarde
Le fond du pré est en friche
La voiture gémit
Les yeux sont pleins de pus

Les enfants regardent avec pitié
Le soleil matinal se moque de toi
Il n'y a rien d'autre que tu puisses gagner
Le corbeau regarde 
Au coin et il te fait un signe de tête

L'automne est la (Autumn is here)

Cast of Characters:
xian3-- @xian3 – Christian -- vocals and lyrics
Holger Engel—bass, seed idea
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- electric piano, synth
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark-- electric piano
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)-- @josh-clary-1 – guitar and four-string fretless bass
 
This song began with Christian's friend Holger Engel coming up with a melodic bass line and sharing it with him to use as a seed stem for a project. Having collaborated successfully with him before, Christian thought of Josh and decided to pass it along to him to see what he could build with it. Josh was excited to work on another of Holger's creations. His bass line was in a high octave on the instrument, so Josh added a similar, complimentary bass line on the low octave to give it some heft. He invited Ken onto the project, and after doing their little rhythm section give and take, Ken laid down some powerful, yet tasteful drums. Mark was brought in next, and added some very fitting, wonderfully melodic electric piano, which he added in the choruses. Josh also asked JJ to add some electric piano to the verses and synth to the whole thing, which he did in a very mind-bending syncopated way. Josh then added some guitar to the high end to thicken things up a bit.
  We then sent the finished product back to Christian to add his thoughtful, inspired lyrics and signature vocals to his song. This is what Christian had to say about how the lyrics came about. 
  "[Being an avid reader], I came along the sentence, 'We write and make art to show our wounds to the world,' reading an interview with Paul Auster (1947-2024). He died earlier this year, yet his novels are legendary. There was talk about creativity, manifoldness and what the personality consists of. 
  "I can’t remember where that interview was and basically I wrote the lyrics around this sentence attributed to him. 
  "I quote another writer, Goethe (1749-1832), with a famous quotation from "Faust,“ 'Two souls, Alas, housed in my breast...' That points in the right thematic direction in my opinion.
For sure the lyrics also contain other layers of meanings, much more personal…
I am also happy about the title of the song 'We Are Many'. I think Tez came up with it. I was unsure for very long, what’s the name of that song… :)"
  After we had it in the bag, we asked mix-master Tez to produce and mix it, so what you hear is also his creative vision for the project. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
 
Original "We Are Many" lyrics by Xian:

1
To me it seems very obviously
That my I is not a unity
Rather a bunch of personalities
I got a problem with multiplicities

ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
We write and make „art“ …

2
I am no self-contained identity
Cut off by other possibilities
No border guards set up at the boundary
Enforce the claim to exclusivity

ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
We write and make „art“…
„I“ writes and makes „art“
To heal the wounds of the heart

3
„Two souls, alas, housed in my breast…“
We hope, that if we do confess
To get rid of this fallacy
And collect the splits of personality

ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
I write and make „art“
To heal the wounds of my heart

out
There is
A consolation in round things
There is
A consolation in round things 
A consolation in round things
Oh, ohh,
„I“, „I“,
Oh…

We Are Many (Eclectic Collective with Xian3 and Holger Engel)

Sorrows Of Life

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Once in a while I can coax Keith to put his talents toward  a ballad, and this is one of those infrequent endeavours.
Keith is a rocker at heart, while I tend to the contemplative and ambient slice of life and music. We compromise often. This time, Keith sensed his way through the lightness of the music. Though piano is the main source of movement and texture, there is a Native Instruments "Irish harp" VSTi in here too.
A mellow summer? Time to catch up on some summer reading? Here's a bookmark.

Available for free D/L , track 10 of Spittle and Spite found here: https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Lyrics
Bookmark
You found me in a barren land
And turned it all verdant green
I think it was page seventeen
You are the bookmark…on the page that I have lost
You are the bookmark…on the page that I have lost
Forever
Well riddles will come and riddles will go
Like the riddle of the Snark
To drive you mad…to drive you quite mad
You are the bookmark…for the page 
You are the bookmark…for the page
(INST)  …for the page
(You’re my bookmark)
This is the place
You’re my save point
You’re my bookmark
Pages that held us both together… to hold us… now…
Tears us both apart
Tears us both apart

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Bass, Guitar, Vocals, Lyrics
(c) and (p) WAG @2024

Spittle and Spite

Bookmark

The Crowning

Lots of frequencies jammed together multiple rhythms threaded by 4 on the floor.

Marking The Day

The instrumental was composed by my father 🔥🔥

Lyrics: 
everybody asking questions
who am i to answer
i got them is my confession
but i don't give them to passers
everybody i call passers is people that i despise
in the jungle when you see something you don't like, you cry?
no,( no ) you continue, and walk towards your path,
that's why when i see that face i keep walking inside my lab
and cause when i see a dog, its good,
but if i see a guy its bad
cause you see the dog is hungry 
but i if i a man he's angry
( cause you see the dog is hungry
 but if i see the man he's angry)

i get to meet everybody
and nothing will ever hurt
like night, without a turd ( turd )
like a sike ( sike ) without a turn ( turn )
and a bike  ( bike ) will never turn ( turn )
if you never pick up the wheel ( wheel )
like its made of steel ( like its made of steel )
that you stole ( that you stole ) 
like your meal

i get a million in lions ( lions )
way to show up with a crise' ( wit' a crise' )
finish it ( finish it ) ice ( ice )
way to show up like you're Christ ( Christ )
and every say Jesus 
and everybody see dice ( dice )
rolling ( rolling )
i aint going to mumble!
i aint going to mumble!
b**** I'm the king of the jungle!



king of the jungle 
and king of the mumble 
and king of the ( king of the )
bittersweet ( bittersweet )
feeling is getting on top of me ( top of me )
feeling like ( feeling like )
i am at ( i am at )
a low and a high
and a blow is enough
and a crow is enough
it take can take me and fly ( take me and fly)
away for minute please ( please )
'kay ('kay) a second ( second )
second time and third ( third )
like a minute ( minute )
in the city ( city )
sit in ( sit in )
down ( down )
on a chair ( chair )
on the ground ( ground )
fresh air ( fresh air )
little hound ( lil' hound)
i aint going to mumble!
i aint going to mumble!
why why 
why why 
why why

b**** I'm the king of the jungle!

king I'm the one
you better run
here comes the sun
the war has begun


i can tell by the look,
 i can tell by the eyes, 
i can tell you want to be near someone else
I'm talking about everything,
 get your mind to think for you,
 not anybody, forget everyone else,
i got bad in name, i got good in this year,
i can be wrong in my song, but being right is ignored,
insisting when you know there is no point
listen let you min become your body'
i think its- i think its- ( time ) i think its time
the time we ignore the millions and cry bout a dime
i think its- i think its - i think its time
cut a word in half  instead of finishing a rhy'

finished an ep, an album
my cp  be getting it
really up, certified,
perfectness, * cp =  certified perfectness chill *
 during the day during the night
expected to say that rhyme,
expected to make that joke,
see it coming, I'm broke,
of creativity, gone?
uh no, don't know you're wrong,
i know, that i am right, 
you wrong, get me to talk,
i don't- now i sit and i lock
doors that open with no
ambition, behind behind
and no admission fee fire
hazard, tissue be solving it?



tissue be solving it
kissing me not again
nothing good like a cry-
without a turd ( turd )
in the sight ( sight )
telling you ( you )
don't cry ( don't cry )
and affirm ( affirm )
you this ( you this )
you that ( you that )
its been ( its been )
so long so long 
so long so long
so long so long
so long so long
so long so long 
so long so long
so long so long
so long so long
so long

King Of The Jungle

8 min on day 8

This is the last one of 44 songs I wrote with my mom’s Spanish guitar in my university years, songs I’ve been arranging and posting to SC for the last 6 years (I’ve skipped 4 of them which will become a conceptual album soon).

I’m so glad to have https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson’s help on polishing the English texts and lending her vocal and painting arts to such an important song for me.

Also must credit https://soundcloud.com/user-498459842 for kindly and freely mastering the track.
 
CANCIÓN TRISTE CUANDO ESTOY SOLO (SAD SONG WHEN I’M ALONE)

Canción triste cuando estoy solo, para que sepas que yo nunca me iré.
Canción triste por todo lo que amo, último recuerdo de lo que pudo ser.

Sad song when I'm alone, so that you know I will never be gone.
Sad songs for all I love, are the last reminders of my ancient glow.

Do you think that someone somewhere else would ever care that I was here?
Do you think a future living man will give a damn for you and me?
Who could he be?

¿Piensas que a alguien a quien no conocí le importará si estuve aquí,
o no estuve yo?
¿Piensas que alguien que viva después se acordará de ti o de mí?
¿Quién podrá ser?

Canción triste…

¿Piensas que una nueva vida de amor nos bastará para creer,
para sentir?
¿Acaso te importa lo que piense la gente de mis intereses para morir por mí,
para morir por mí?

Do you think another life of love will be enough for us to see,
for us to feel?
Do you care what people really think about my pride, and will you die,
will you die with me?

Sad song…

ER44FI11 1997-2018

Canción triste cuando estoy solo (ft. Janine Levinson)

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