Nobody Home (Pink Floyd cover)

Slow and melodic music is usually harder to create and perhaps not as popular these days when volume is all that matters. Here I tried one with a great vocal.

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If I Had My Way (feat. Khristine L)

Encore une chanson qui a marqué ma jeunesse. Une de mes préférées dans "the Lamb".
Un grand grand respect pour ces messieurs de Genesis première et seconde période 
Ca parait dingue mais cette chanson à 50 ans.

Another song that marked my youth.
Great respect for the gentlemen of Genesis first and second period
It sounds crazy, but this song is 50 years old.

Many thanks to Jim Kleban for the initial midi I started with on this song
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The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavors strange
A magnificent chamber meets his eye
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed

Thinking he is quite alone
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool"

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine
 
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain
Only a magic that a name would stain

With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
The fairest cries, "We all have loved you Rael"

Each empty snakelike body floats
Silent sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined

"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you

The Lamia (Genesis - Cover)

Extinction. Synth electronica and electric guitar blended with progressive rock.Paul Landry:
Roland Fender Stratocaster electric guitar,
Fender Stratocaster,
Fender Squire precision bass guitar
Yamaha Mox 6, Roland Juno.
various midi keyboards and vsti synths
East west Studios vsti drums
Recorded in Oxford between 2016 and 2021 with extra synth on Critical Mass 2023
Mixed and mastered 2023

Parasites

Extinction

        This song brings back some good memories, it's just a slow groove that lifts your spirits and brings a happy summer glow to your face! We all take a little trip down Memory Lane every now and then, more now than then, I must admit in today's climate. My attempt at a soul song, a bit of R&B for me! Charlie sang it really well and played some harmonica on it too. I told Charlie to sing it like Marvin Gaye or Al Green or Otis Redding or someone like that! My harmony vocals were a bit off but the doo-doo's at the end were on target. I even had Charlie talk some lines too! I wrote out a little script for him to follow! Pretty cool if you ask me but what do I know? 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/Z0WH9Jk_k-Y

The video is brand new, I finished it last month. It was really fun putting it together and I was watching old reruns of "The Wonder Years" to get me in the mood. That show actually made me think of this old song of mine, I had actually forgotten all about it! The video shows you memories through a young girls eyes in her room, she then grows up and you see her arranging old photos and watching old movies on video tape and enjoying some popcorn and then when she gets older there's a special treat for everybody, a twist, I won't spoil it here but watch until the end! Sometimes a tear or two develops while you're strolling down Memory Lane.
     So C'mon, everybody chill out for a while, have a nice drink, close your eyes and let's take a trip, me and you, down Memory Lane! Where smiles are plenty and frowns are few! You won't be sorry! 😉

 “MEMORY LANE”

WHEN I GET WORRIED AND I’M FEELING LOW,  
FORGET MY TROUBLES AND DOWN I GO,   
MEMORY LANE, OH YEAH, MEMORY LANE,     

IT ALL COMES BACK TO ME CRYSTAL CLEAR, 
THE ROAD THAT TAKES ME FAR AWAY FROM HERE,    
MEMORY LANE, OH YEAH, MEMORY LANE,
    
IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY AND SKIES ARE BLUE,
SMILE ARE PLENTY AND FROWNS ARE FEW,     
ON MEMORY LANE, OH YEAH, MEMORY LANE,
  
WHEN LIFE IS HARD AND ALL HOPE IS GONE,        
I REMEMBER THE ROAD I’M ON,  
MEMORY LANE, OH YEAH, MEMORY LANE,       

WHEN IT SEEMS I CAN’T FIND A FRIEND,   
HAPPY THOUGHTS ARE JUST AROUND THE BEND,   
ON MEMORY LANE, OH YEAH, MEMORY LANE,
      
LOOKING DEEP IN MY HEART AND SOUL,      
I CLOSE MY EYES AND LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL,

WHEN I GET WORRIED AND I’M FEELING LOW,  
FORGET MY TROUBLES AND DOWN I GO,   
MEMORY LANE, OH YEAH, MEMORY LANE.

BY JIM VALDES © 2008

"MEMORY LANE" (Video - https://youtu.be/Z0WH9Jk_k-Y)

Ikaw Lang Ang Mamahalin (feat. Khristine L)

Multi-artist project of April 2025.

LYRICS AND ANNOTATIONS:

(Morse code for "we are just like you we promise. settle in.")
(birds)
Bones chilled in the old ghost forest,
Where the tide came in took the land away.
Hollow trees, still standing.
Knee deep in swamp water is where I stay (is where I stay).

Living lives of quiet desperation.
The haters, they just follow the herd,
Wearing masks of false inspiration,
Their festering wounds left undisturbed (undisturbed).

Running towards the pain,
The wicked voice of their disdain,
On that edge - the tired eyes reflect:
It’s only the first time we fear what’s next.

For those who live in risk,
In a society whose promises won’t stick,
Is this the end of the line?
Have we used up what’s left of our time?

In the old ghost forest, I stand tall
Like a stubborn oak tree that refuses to fall.
Empty cans and bottles lie nearby,
Artifacts from a past that will not die.

In the old ghost forest, I kneel to pray,
Confess my sins, wash them away.
In the old ghost forest, I scream aloud,
"Lord, gimme the strength to stand proud!"

(birds)
Our future's found: four circles deep.
Come slosh around; more misery, reaped.

What’s woes occurred: cursed, fate foreseen.
What does the word "worst" even mean?

A fitting gloom: stark, rank and sour.
A fetid tomb: dark, dank and dour.

We should have known how ends begin.
This is our home now; settle in.

Settle in.

(city street chatter)
We should have known how ends begin.
This is our home now; settle in!

Settle in!

We are just like you.
We promise, we promise.
Settle in…
We promise, we promise.
Settle in…

Black tar rains from a sky long dead,
We chew on rust, drink molten lead.
No dawn breaks through this crawling haze,
Just grinding teeth and static praise.
This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.

Our tongues are ash, our limbs decay,
We march in place, still rot away.
This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.

This is the hymn of bone and sin—
The sludge within did settle in.
(ocean sounds)

Settle In

Prompt: grunge metal, male vocals, industrial, cyberpunk, drum and bass, deep house, funky guitar riffs, dramatic, energetic, [[technical fingerstyle bass, funky slap bass, funky bass riffs]], hard bass, hard kick drum

Words:
Pain in the circuit it’s all I can feel
A glitch in my soul that time won’t heal
Breaking the code I’m trapped in this fight
A prisoner of pixels lost in the night

© 2024-2025 Stingray Tokyoska, © 2024-2025 Primal Groove, All Rights Reserved. "Primal Groove™” is a project of music production, since 2007.

Creation with SUNO AI
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Prisoner of Pixels

One of Your Mother's Lovers

Ich komm aus’m Dorf, den Kopf voller Songs,
Wollt ein bisschen Fame, ein bisschen Glanz,
Die Dorfband war geil, die Bühne zu klein,
Ich wollt nach Berlin, da muss ich sein!
Der süße Paul mit sexy Charme, ganz klar,
Sprach: „Baby, ich mach dich zum Star!“
So verließ ich die Berge, verließ meinen Ort,
Mit Paul nach Berlin, für immer fort!

Männer, Musik und Moneten –
Ich wollte alles, wollt alles erleben.
Doch was blieb, war ein schlüpfriges Kleid,
Ein Kind auf’m Arm und ’ne beschissene Zeit.
Männer, Musik und Moneten –
Oder gleich auf den Mond mit Raketen
Ich wollt alles, wollt’ alles bei mir,
Und jetzt tanz und sing ich hier.

Die Szene in Berlin ist kalt, das Pflaster hart,
Die Tür’n verschlossen für’s Dorfkind, sehr smart.
Und während ich noch die coolsten Texte schrieb,
Klaut Paul all mein Geld, dieser kleine Dieb!
Er leert mein Konto, versetzt Klavier und das Mikro,
Beklaut mich total bis auf die Socken, dieser scheiß Ego!
Als er mich verlässt, hat er noch ein schönes Andenken für mich:
Ich bin nämlich schwanger! Das gibt’s doch nicht!

Männer, Musik und Moneten –
Ich wollte alles, wollt alles erleben.
Doch was blieb, war ein schlüpfriges Kleid,
Ein Kind auf’m Arm und ’ne beschissene Zeit.
Männer, Musik und Moneten –
Oder gleich auf den Mond mit Raketen
Ich wollt alles, wollt’ alles bei mir,
Und jetzt tanz und sing ich hier.

Ich sing’ heut’ in Bars, wo der Rauch mich umarmt,
Im Second-Hand-Glitzer, bin ziemlich verarmt.
Die Stütze kommt pünktlich, mein Stolz dann später,
Ich liebe meine Tochter, wir brauchen keine Väter!

Die Kleine malt Sonne und Mond auf die graue Tapete,
Fragt: „Wollten wir nicht zum Mond mit ’ner Rakete?“
Ich sag: „Ach, Kind, du bist das Tollste im Schlechten,
Und ja! Irgendwann fliegen wir weit weg von den Ungerechten.“

Männer, Musik und Moneten –
Kamen und gingen wie Sommerkometen.
Doch ich bleib hier, mit Keks und Kakao,
Und meiner süßen Kleinen. Wow!
Männer, Musik und Moneten?!
Nein! Ich brauch nur ihre Liebe –  
In klitzekleinen Paketen.

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Auphonic, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

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Die Moritat von Männern, Musik und Moneten

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