Cool Ambient 26

Pure Piano/Jazz of Mine Plus Re-Ex 14

Electronic Mix Of Mine Plus Re-Ex 101

Electronic Mix Of Mine Plus Re-Ex 102

Cool Ambient 27

Original Compositions 2

Electronic Mix Of Mine Plus Re-Ex 103

Electronic Mix Of Mine Plus Re-Ex 104

Cělъ / Chelovek

Cool Ambient 28

jazzy beat with a trap twist 💃

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We Are Your Friends  (Mudlark^minimal  mix) free download !!

My soundtrack composed for the Rannka remix competition! 
Let the energy spread around the globe! 
Peace!

You Better Run (Remix)

You Better Run (BRN Remix)

Rankka - You Better Run(BRN Remix) DL BANDCAMP

Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/que-bonita-es-la-navidadversion-original-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión instrumental https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/que-bonita-es-la-navidad-version-instrumental

Qué bonita es la Navidad

Qué bonita es la Navidad
qué elegante con su esplendor:
Nochebuena y Nochevieja
nos devuelven la ilusión.

Nochebuena es muy familiar
Nochevieja es para gozar
tanto una como otra
llenan de felicidad.

Estribillo

¡Qué bonita es la Navidad!
Con las montañas nevadas
que iluminan el paisaje.
Con el fulgor de las calles
que visten sus mejores galas.
Navidad es alegría
Navidad es esa paz
que tener siempre nos gustaría.

---------  

Estos días la gente da
y desea felicidad
y se olvida de la penas
de este mundo y su maldad.

Y se brinda con emoción
por aquellos que ya no están:
siempre están en el recuerdo
pero más en Navidad.

Estribillo
How beautiful is Christmas

How beautiful is Christmas
how elegant with its splendor:
Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve
They give us back the illusion.

Christmas Eve is very familiar
New Year's Eve is to enjoy
Much as other
filled with happiness.

Chorus

How beautiful Christmas is!
With the snowy mountains
that illuminate the landscape.
With the glow of the streets
who dress in their best clothes.
Christmas is joy
Christmas is that peace
that we would always like to have.

---------

These days people give
and wishes happiness
and forgets the sorrows
of this world and its evil.

And it is toasted with emotion
for those who are no longer here:
they are always in the memory
but more at Christmas.

Chorus

QUÉ BONITA ES LA NAVIDAD (Feat. Paco Cuenca)

Androids Dreams

String Theory

"Do Geese See God?" is a synth based ambient track with a driving beat.  Various audio nuggets and effects provide just enough variety to engage listeners while the beat will keep heads bobbing throughout.

Do Geese See God?

A fusion between Electro , Darkwave ,Dub & Dubstep 
Original image by kjpargeter on Freepik

INSIDE THE BRAIN (Electro Dub-Step / Darkwave)

rough

E*X*P*L*O*D*E

The sun sets in a distant world, in an inner journey amongst the surreal colors of a serene twilight.

Lingering Twilight

Deep Chill House sample of Ayton Senna talking about driving not long before he died RIP

Like A Drug ( Mudlark^ After Club Mix ) Tribute to Ayrton Senna free download !!

African People ^ ( Mudlark^ Summa like Dat Mix )

MAGO, Spacey Panda & Kalamarico - Press start

Hard hitting!

https://paulcadwallader.bandcamp.com/track/shut-the-airlock

Shut the Airlock!

Like Water

Made a similar track like rain at 3. 
This song will be available on spotify the 8th of november. 

deliverance

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SoulVapour_DEMO(v00.33)

Marionette: https://soundcloud.com/loosejoxx/sets/marionette 

1. Storm
2. Ark (feat. dvrkra001)
3. Groundwork
4. Warfare (feat. TheFlowingDutchman)
5. More Than Ever
6. Separate
7. All Else Fades
8. Shelter of Peace
9. Tragedy in Autumn (Album Version)
10: Spirit (feat. yungL!NK)
11. Forgiveness

Special thanks to dvrkra, TFD and L!NK

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Forgiveness

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Reminisce -Said The Sky feat. Taylor Acorn (Adt Music Remix)

Beneath The Ice opens Sorry’s Not Enough in stark, fragile form — just voice and acoustic guitar, with soft delay giving each word a sense of distance and chill. A touch of piano and viola drift in midway, thawing the edges for a moment before retreating back into the cold. It’s a song about distance — emotional, physical, and the slow freeze between two people who’ve forgotten how to reach one another. Stripped to its bones, Beneath The Ice feels both confessional and suspended in time — a quiet heartbreak set against a winter’s hush.

#acoustic #singersongwriter #folk #indiefolk #folkpunk #acousticpunk #lofiacoustic #ukmusic #britishfolk #indieacoustic #bedroomfolk #acousticstorytelling #modernfolk #britishindie #rawacoustic #lyricdrivenmusic #minimalistfolk #pianoandviola #coldfolk #slowacoustic #emotionalfolk

FFO: Billy Bragg, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Damien Rice, The Mountain Goats, Frank Turner, Iron & Wine, Richard Hawley

Lyrics

Beneath The Ice

And here you are stepping on the cracks
And here am I trapped beneath the ice
We pretend that it's not over
And that no one ever told us
We don't even notice how we are
The things we say and all the scars that we carry
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

And late at night I gaze across the miles
To the pillow where you're sleeping
Only there 'cos there's no spare bed
I turn to face the wall
As the breeze blows through the window
I'm living here beneath the ice
I'm barely breathing
The colder that my body gets
I lose all feeling
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

Middle 8 – Guitar

And there you are, you don't hear a thing
And there am I, hands over my ears
Time has gently bruised our hearts
As we slowly drift apart
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

These Guitars Say Sorry – Beneath The Ice | Acoustic Folk | Indie Singer-Songwriter | Lo-Fi Folk)

AUGUST 7 [0] - That day I thought I was going to stop feeling alone

AUGUST 7 [ evening ]

Piano only draft, I think I do intend to layer some synths and such almost immediately.  (note on 11-11-2025: i finally noticed the comparison with 'At The Zoo' by Simon & Garfunkel "zebras are reactionary &c" against my modes-of-travel couple of seconds in there...lolz because the list items are politics

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two (Acoustic Draft)

The final synth version.  The mastering (by me) prior to Dolby further-mastering it, is far from perfect but I gave it a serious try.

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two

slight improvement to acoustic draft.

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two Acoustic Draft (Level Tweaking)

ZARE ON SOUNDCLOUD https://soundcloud.com/zapljes
ZARE ON YOUTUBE www.youtube.com/@SoundOasis.010

VIDEO @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBRlrJkRq20

Zare - This Night Is Not Mine ( Cruise Mix )

A pleasure to remix this absolute gem of a track by Giannis Sarikakis. This greek underground producer is one to watch for sure, absolutely stunning melodies. Check him out. 

As this collaboration was only made possible through @RepostExchange, I've decided to release this as a Soundcloud Exclusive Free Download for the time being.

Enjoy the journey x 

Link to the original below: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/CIlTJKzrFNLlc3MlUg

Giannis Sarikakis - Unexpected (Culplex Remix) [SC Exclusive Free Download]

A little ditty about a trapped balrog melting out of his surrounding ice.

Melty Balrog (20sec)

The Zoo

oldskoolbreakssesion

im hazed :P 

please feel free to download and share with your friends! Just send their support my way :)

Hazed

submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #40 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO November 2025

Prorogation Of The Crow Parliament

RYTHYM HEALS.

this song is a war crime, as well as a free DL

Skrillex & ISOxo - fuze (Dehm Flip)

November

Free to use on YouTube & Twitch (^.-) No copyright claim or strike.

https://dancingdead.fr/fuckdup

instagram.com/macandwester

Mac&Wester - FUCK'D UP

Celestial Day

Introduction and Lyrics in English

This song was inspired by the images of war that I have been increasingly confronted with on the internet, television, and social media in recent years.
The verses are an attempt to translate the sometimes unspeakable horror of brutally extinguished lives and destroyed houses and cities into pictorial, metaphorical language.
The chorus expresses the longing to stop this creeping wave of destruction and counter it with a profound world peace. A world peace that will lead stray souls, who are currently being seduced by right-wing populist and ultimately warmongering slogans, to return to their true loving, deeply humanistic core selves.
Since the entire song is a kind of desperate plea for more love for oneself and others, I chose Picasso's famous painting “The Supplicant” as song-cover.

To Rest in Peace

Eyes run with pus
A freshly wilted bouquet of flowers
Bridges are broken
Rainbows are grey
A man cries
Before his wife's corpse

Glasses without stems and without shine
A shadow invites you to dance with death
A bed stands crooked and askew
Because it ran in circles
The shop door
With the inscription ‘No one here’

Inside, it's seething
Everything wants to burst
Rabies has taken hold of my soul
The river of balm fights its way through the narrowness
Perhaps it will take away this curse of haste

I'd like to lie down for a while
To Rest in Peace
Who will give me the liberating blessing
To rest in peace
To rest in peace

Chocolate runs into the stairwell
The fairy tale is about to end
Red mushrooms give us the last poison
A sarcophagus is shipped anonymously

Horses can no longer find their way
A lizard man steps up to swear an oath of truth
Prayers are said on combs
Bubbles burst
Urinary retention
Now takes its course

My senses are shattered
A thousand ears
My eyes are flooded
Glaring light
Can't smell
Nostrils beaten black and blue
My tongue swells from the fresh cactus sting

I want to lie down for a while
To Rest in Peace
Who will give me the liberating blessing
To rest in peace
To rest in peace

In peace
In peace
In peace
In peace
In peace

Deutscher Originaltext

To Rest in Peace

Augen laufen eiternd aus
Ein frischverwelkter Blumenstrauß
Brücken sind zerbrochen
Regenbögen grau
Ein Mann weint
Vor der Leiche seiner Frau

Gläser ohne Stiel und ohne Glanz
Ein Schatten lädt zum Totentanz
Ein Bett steht krumm und schief
Weil es im Kreise lief
Die Ladentür
Mit Aufschrift "Niemand hier"

Im Innern brodelts
Alles will zerspringen
Die Tollwut hat meinen Seelenhain erfasst
Der Balsamfluss kämpft sich durch die Enge
Vielleicht nimmt er mir diesen Fluch zur Hast

Möchte mich ein wenig hinlegen
To Rest in Peace
Wer gibt mir den befreienden Segen
To Rest in Peace
To Rest in Peace

Schokolade läuft ins Treppenhaus
Das Märchen steht kurz vor dem Aus
Rote Pilze schenken uns das letzte Gift
Ein Sarkophag wird anonym verschifft

Pferde kommen nicht mehr in die Spur
Ein Echsenmensch tritt an zum Wahrheitsschwur
Auf Kämmen wird gebetet
Blasen springen auf
Die Harnverhaltung
Nimmt jetzt ihren Lauf

Meine Sinne sind geborsten
Tausend Ohren
Meine Augen sind geflutet
Greller Schein
Kann nicht riechen
Nasenflügel windelweich geprügelt
Mein Zunge schwillt vom frischen Kaktusstich

Möchte mich ein wenig hinlegen
To Rest in Peace
Wer gibt mir den befreienden Segen
To Rest in Peace
To Rest in Peace

In Peace
In Peace
In Peace
In Peace
In Peace

To Rest in Peace

first track of submission for Impressions Composing Jam OST #3 hosted by Kale Overlord November 2025

Vladyčьstva Nevidęštaa 01 (Nevidęštu)

second track of submission for Impressions Composing Jam OST #3 hosted by Kale Overlord November 2025

Vladyčьstva Nevidęštaa 02 (Prědělъ Sъvězdьnъ)

third track of submission for Impressions Composing Jam OST #3 hosted by Kale Overlord November 2025

Vladyčьstva Nevidęštaa 03 (Kъnězьstvo Věčьnoe)

 Betonruhe (Der Handwagen erzählt)

Ich bin aus Metall. Vier Räder, ein Griff, ein bisschen Rost. Ich bin kein Mensch, aber ich bin da. Ich stehe im Innenhof, zwischen einer Wendeltreppe, die ins Nichts führt, einer Badewanne, die Regenwasser sammelt, und einem Kühlschrank, der nichts mehr kühlt. Ich bin der, der Dinge bewegt. Und der, der sieht, wenn sich was verändert.

Seit Tagen ist es heiß. Beton glüht. Die Sonne brennt alles weich. Er kommt jeden Morgen barfuß. Gießt die Pflanzen, eine nach der anderen. Die Brause zischt leise. Ich höre das. Ich spüre, wie sein Gang sich verändert. Keine Rückenschmerzen mehr. Kein Ziehen. Das Ding am Hals – Lymphom – meldet sich nicht. Egal wie er den Kopf dreht. Ich bin kein Arzt. Aber ich merke, wenn jemand leichter wird.

Sein Kater hatte Stress. Bisswunde. OP. Er selbst hat Stress mit allem drumherum. Aber in einem stillen Moment steht er da, Füße im Matsch, und sagt nichts. Der Schmerz im Zeh – Arthrose – ist weg. Der Matsch zieht die Hitze raus. Ich weiß das. Ich hab schon andere stehen sehen. Aber bei ihm ist was anders.

Hier gibt’s keinen Lärm. Kein Strom. Kein System. Nur Wind, der denkt. Und ich. Ich trage nichts heute. Nur Beobachtung.

Er sagt nichts. Aber ich weiß, dass er sich fragt, wie das jetzt weitergeht. Ich spüre das. Ich bin schließlich dafür da, Dinge zu bewegen. Und hier bewegt sich was. Nicht laut. Nicht sichtbar. Aber echt.

Ich bin ein Handwagen. Und ich weiß: Manchmal heilt ein Ort mehr als jede Tablette.

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h.

kolkhorst 2025


betonruhe

Follow The Reader ( Corrosive Mix )

Presenting the second half of the finale to the Spring 2025 series - Blossoming Springtime 3B, featuring the best of electronic music from around the world. 

Outrageous Intro 
Night Traveller / Le Twan (plays in background of intro dialogue) 
Belong To You, Moments, When This Is Over / Cut Copy 
The Last Time, The Art Of Anger, Stop Breathing (Matt Mancid Remixes) / Color Theory 
Ghosts Again (Live in Mexico City) / Depeche Mode 
Tears In Rain / VH x RR 
Moon Dedusted / Le Twan 
The Crossing, All That There Is, Decaying Orbit / Angel Theory 
Balloons, Survivalist / Enclave 
Fantasy / Aaron Van Wonterghem 
Ever Red / Replikator 
Paris By Night / Lievre Noir 
Liminal Spaces / Electric Tardigrade
Manufractured / Astral Incantations
Caught In Between, Flashback Fury / Out Runner 
Event Horizon / Kaidoorn 
There's So Much In My Head That You Don't See, Glasgow Smile, Starlings / Covered In Snow 
Rhythm Is My Lover / ENBLR (Everybody Now Bring Love Rejoice) 
Fractures / Ivofonic 
Only Rock 'n Roll (Extended Stadium mix) / Tycho Brahe 
Outrageous Outro  

Blossoming Springtime 3B

This one went actually not too bad because I deliberately kept it medium length

Lyrics:

Look out boys it's about to get wet
Just so you know
Minimalism is a scam by big small
To sell more less
But i just can't prove it yet

Philosophy's crime
Is it doesn't function quite as it should
But if you tell customer service
To escalate forty eight times
They eventually connect you
With the Form of the Good

The professor burbled in his dappered suit of green
This scribbled blob on the chalkboard has cardinality aleph-17

He had his schtick down to a tee
Programmers will not be replaced by probabilistic rambling machines.
That's just the probabilistic rambling of those who certainly will be.

The somber proceedings had a strong peppering of herewiths
And as if to forestall any calling of a witness 
He rattled on with considerable pith, saying:
Now I aint much at prestige tv revisionist antihero dark male business.
But RuPaul, now there's an hombre I can get along with.

In the midst of his midterm exam
My short term memory
Was missing a few things
And i prayed
Red Bull, give my answer wings

I knew this guy's teaching method
Had a fatal flaw
When the last question on there was
Did the spice girls ever get a zig a zig aah

My dubious study partner chided me in the hall
Everything you've ever wanted 
Is on the other side of fear
And that's why the only thing you ever needed
Was a swift kick in the rear

Haltingly my she got up from his perch
Just between me and you
It's a dark day
When the nanny state
Puts the kibosh 
On your villain origin
Halfway through
And ChatGPT bans you
For bioweapons research

The lion doesn't concern himself
With much anymore these days
It's beginning to concern the other lions
Who don't much like delays

I meant in no uncertain terms
To show I was unimpressed
You went in pursuit of the booty because
America is truly the land of the blessed
See here now i don't mean to get snooty
But engaging in your grifter side quest
Would be a fundamental dereliction of duty

As a member of TPOT
I might have a deficient spout
But my advice is
If someone is making Klein bottles
I suggest you send him
An angry email
Demanding that he let you out

If You're Not Retconned By Her, You Didn't Try Hard Enough

Lyrics: 

Why was the cat ever in the bag
What the hell's the matter with you

Authenticity doesn't guarantee
That everyone will like you
It guarantees
That you will like you

Man is born dicking around
And everywhere now he is locked in
The intellectual muscle
Is shoehorned into hustle
And i just don't really know where to begin

Rejecting excessive careerism
Meant that I was cleaving to a happy medium
And if you haven't noticed dear
I can definitely SMELL tedium

At the end of his rope
He said that ego was just swag and cope
His prevailing attitude was that
Personality is just arrogance and minimal aptitude

His wit was to be sure in proper trim
Because his advice was something near to divine
Namely that flirting with the chubby girl at the gym
Is like buying Bitcoin back in two thousand and nine

I've told you all this before
When the counter-revolution is done with jollity
They will make a fire 
With your beautiful oak door
And roast and eat your men of quality

While we are adumbrating on the humdrum
The protean are alike unto paul of old 
Who made all things to all men, 
That they might by all means rule some

Unlocking a key so significant it beat the Rosetta Stone to pieces
The coolest thing since the Brown Corpus
Indubitably proving our linguistic thesis's preamble
He said Zipf's law had predicted these Hapax legomena
And noodling on the final symbol's phenomena
He acted as if he'd circumlocuted a thimble
And exclaimed as if he'd made his day:
It's the klasmatogram for one-fortieth in Minoan Linear A!"

Back at the house
I got a question from my partner in crime
Why I carry a four five four pistola indoors
I said I don't trust the internet of things
She laughed
I laughed
The toaster laughed
And i shot the toaster
And it was an all around good time

It's the time of year
For writing internal corporate posts
That this meeting could have been better done
As an overnight visit from three ghosts

I wasn't about to go and besmirch
Her absolutely salacious bod
But any sufficiently crappy research
Is plainly indistinguishable from fraud.

And then i got back out to the plate
Deciding whether to hit or bunt
But the funniest thing
Was watching Alice from Queens
Entering hour seventy-two of a crash out
Arguing about the definition of combatant

She was miffed at my profligate shopping spree
Which netted sensational wonders near and far
And I thundered back TLDR

The Cat's Out Of The Bag / TLDR

Can't Find You

VAPOR TRAIL

My attempt at composing a Jazz tune. I try!
(c) 2011
Guitar, Bass, Programming, mixing, producing and mastering by Robert Grigg
Recorded at home.
Click for video https://youtu.be/zpVSoBYCW5I

Lately I've Been Thinkin!

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

The Cat's Out Of The Bag / TLDR

Doug Stoothoff