This is the latest song from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Stricknice, Bitzone, and I have been working on. Like all the rest of the songs in the set, this one began during the start of the pandemic and reflects the changes in political perspective that were happening in society, and continue to this day. And, as with the other songs, I started this song with an unreleased demo from Wou-Wou and created a 1 minute outline which I then often passed on to a guest collaborator. When it came time to fully work on the track, I expanded on the original idea, along with the guest collaborator stems, until a full song was arranged. I then passed the bones and organs of the song to Stricknice and Bitzone to add any additional muscles and flesh they believed in until it was finished. I am so blessed to work with Wou-Wou, Bitzone, Stricknice, and all the guest collaborators on this inspired set, that one day will be complete. 

May everyone find something authentic to themselves to believe in.

Track Credits:
Mayor of Donutville: Synths, Chimes, Vocals
@mayor-of-donutville
https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Guitars, Reverse Guitars
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Bass, Drums, Keys, Vocals, Mix, and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Waiting for the next season
Waiting for a better reason
Waiting for some cohesions
In my something to believe in

Searching for another chapter
Searching for another answer
Searching for the here after
To give me something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Praying for a true sign
Praying for not to resign
Praying that any divine
Has something for me to believe in

Been out there but it’s freezing
Been out there but it’s displeasing
Been out there now releasing
My reason for something to believe in

There’s nothing in the wind speaking
There’s nothing in the house creaking
There’s nothing for the sinned seeking
For there’s nothing left to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Reborn but still
Still worn out for real
Forlorn with no goodwill
Forgotten like landfill
Discarded until rotten
Downtrodden turned to God and
Abandoned I turn to
The concerns of the spurned few
True or is it not true
It is what we’ve been through
When all has been lost to
Those others who sin too
Grew up with a promise
Now there’s thieves up upon us
Asking who can we turn to
To return to us what’s due
I shouted but nobody
Listened I doubted
And then somebody heard
Just wanted to be devoted
So a savior got stirred
For a favor his word
With our promise to help turn
The truth to be blurred

When will there be a new leader
When will there be a new preacher
When will there be my savior
To tell me what I should believe in

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Something To Believe In

Mayor of Donutville, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & CKP - Something To Believe In

Broken-down well
in a valley broke.
What we encase
keeps us afloat.

There is no vaccine
for the rotten watermelon rind.
There is no angel
for the gas station attendant
shot at point-blank range.
There is no justice for the motive
on the roof, o'er the fence.

What is the soul motivation?
Is there a reason
to live
without freedom?
Besides what you are
remembered by when you leave.

There are no embarrassments
on the eve of the balcony
as gravity kicks in
at four in the morning.

Where were the stars
when the pills sprawled across the floor?
and blood ran down the mirror.

There is no director above you.
The hands reach into the void
for the thing not yet there.

Come up with hands of seaweed
with salt in the air.
Drive the high desert.
Fold in alone.

There is no mercy.
The land as dry as bone.
My body knows it's poisoned
as it drifts to the unknown.

Occupy some trailer.
Meld with the occult.
Let the devil take you down
the highways
with a leather case
and cigarette smoke.

Words by Riley Robinson

Faith Lost

Arecibo
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We're signaling,
We're signaling,
We're signaling...
Please hear our call

We're signaling,
We're signaling,
We're signaling...
Please hear our call

We're signaling,
We're signaling,
We're signaling...
Please hear our call

Please hear our call

Please hear our call

Arecibo

Arecibo

Arecibo

my futile attempt at transcendence despite the wise teachings of Ram Dass (aka Richard Alpert), whose insightful words bookend this song


Get Lost  

Gonna take a trip inside myself                                                
To find serenity
It’s not a place I know so well
But it’s where I’m taking me
I start this meditation
Close my eyes and count to ten
Lose myself and take a breath 
Repeat it once again

I get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
Conscious seething, breathing
Got my toes and fingers crossed

Drive the coast to Big Sur
A former hippie way
Timmy Leary, Dicky Alpert
What do those mushrooms say?
Well, Timmy went to prison
And Dicky changed his name
And me I go in circles
I can’t understand my brain

Get lost, get lost
Albert Hofmann’s in the kitchen
He can cook that secret sauce
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond my permafrost
                                                                                         
OOHH  the infinite beauty
OOHH the infinite me
OOHH the intoxication
Oh don't do don't do
 just be…. Let It Be

Ram Dass, the Dali Lama
Baba is my name
Yogacise don’t moralize
I play the Buddah game
Psilocybin take me higher
Mother Earth I feel her near
Holds me in her sunshine
I dissolve and disappear

Get lost, get lost
Then I think too much and grok it up
My mantra just got tossed
Get lost, get lost
I wanna reach the 5th dimension
Go beyond this permafrost



Get Lost

two feelings in one, thanks for listenin...I like the second feeling the most...each to their own. I would love to hear ur comments positive or negative...I love feedback


IF YA DIRTY

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Threw the keys in the sink disposal
Found 2 bodies in the bathroom stall
I just don't seem to care
Never really cared at all

They ask, How could I not have noticed?
How could I have lived with you there
I just didn't seem to notice
I just didn't seem to care

That time was only metal for you
That time was always dirge
I didn't seem to want to know
I didn't have the urge

Kept clean and did the dishes
Fed the dog and the fishes
The cat could never be found
I never bothered to look around

Staying awake seemed a chore
Yet I smiled as I swept the floor
I don't remember having this many walls
I guess I never really noticed
Never really noticed, that's all

February 28 and March 3, 2025

Untitled Song 1

Mesmerize

Note: (As a personal protest I'm not doing the below anymore even if the technique works. I read one great artist questioning another great artists authenticity and I found that pretty shit and it's the way we are currently embracing ai that's to blame. So I ain't feeding the beast at all anymore. However I will leave it here as a mark to as much of it as I ever justified in my head) (FUCK the way humans are dealing with AI)

AI voice modeling is a phenomenal way to practice this and hone your voice. I'm not for a second suggesting use it in the result of a piece of art however as a tool to train your good self. Absolutely 

AI can model your voice at different ranges and make you sound real. The nuances of your own unique delivery are brought across so you can actually use this to become your own amazing frame of reference to sing with and improve your own material in the sense you end up closer to what you can imagine given your expanded ability and range you've delivered yourself with modern and very specific practice. It's particularly handy if you are attempting something for the first time. Pitch shifting with the correct subtle gradual movement to the range you struggle in can be a way of getting there. During the process you retain that confidence of enjoying a solid performance and don't get frustrated doing it wrong while trying to train the muscles to be able to actually get there. We inspire ourselves in every musical moment by staying inspired and it sounding good for me is an important part of staying lasered to that instinct which allows you to deliver your best everytime. Maybe it's me but if an idea is running flat... I forget it and move on... So in that light this is a great way of staying ahead of that dagger that might have you doubting yourself 

This is a good example in my opinion of using the tool to become more creative and not the opposite like a lot of people do. If the tool makes art for you ,you are a tool as we would say in Ireland. Use the tool then You are an artist...

Singing Tip - Make your own frame of reference

Always There V2

WRITTEN,PRODUCED,VOCAL MELODY ARRANGED AND PERFORMED By: DOMINIQUEFRENCH aka DOMINIQUE SOTO
INSTRUMENTAL PRODUCED AND ARRANGED By: DANKE NOETIC
MIX, MASTERING and ADDITIONAL BACKGROUND VOCALS By: BRUCE CONOVER

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0OrwkzkJmZFIddiRKlr6Cd
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/1526692470
https://amazon.com/music/player/albums/B08FCX2KYS?marketplaceId=ATVPDKIKX0DER&musicTerritory=US&ref=dm_sh_O8BFaqevrgYH0HXIAMCvwqkd4

"WELCOME"

"WELCOME" By: DOMINIQUEFRENCH Collaboration with DANKE NOETIC 6-4-20

a take on todays filthy global regime effect . i wrote this a while back , i wish i hadn't now , kinda . . . by RJ WALKER

Low life in high places

Born & raised in Paris,France. I also speak fluent English some German and Italian. I am a singer, song writer,Producer & keyboardist.
Email: dominiquesoto14@gmail.com

"WELCOME" By: DOMINIQUEFRENCH Collaboration with DANKE NOETIC 6-4-20

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