I NEED A DRINK OF YOUR LOVE

Hydra was written, arranged and recorded by Louis Taverna
All rights reserved - Copyright © 2021 
This is a demo for a song that will be released on my metal instrumental album. This track starts off using orchestral pads and then leads into a darker tonality. I used 2 acoustic guitars, one an old Dean I've had for years and a nylon string guitar. It all culminates into an end guitar solo that leads the song into a fade out. I recorded my rhythm parts on a 7 string jackson and ibanez and then I recorded my guitar leads and solos using my custom schecter.

15 July 2021

Hydra (Demo Version)

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
wouwouandthewormling.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling

Wow, this is the 5th song posted from the album I started using demo tracks given to me by Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the pandemic! This song was inspired by the conservative agenda, which at the time was more noticeably gaining momentum, to systematically whittle away and block the rights of those groups that did’t align with their values. The conservative agenda continues to gain strength, and it is up to the people to support each other in maintaining and advancing rights (including those of groups one is not a part of).    

It has been a great pleasure working with Stricknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou on these tracks. We are blessed by all the support the SoundCloud community has given to our releases. We can’t wait to share more music with you all. 

I haven't done a more straight up hip hop song in ages! 

Track Credits:

Stricknice: Intro Guitar, Samples, Ending Solo Guitar and Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Guitar, Drums, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Hit the streets likes it’s a brand new day
Pound the pavement for the payment 
Of knowing I slay
Say hey to all my homies around my way
Say hey to all the folks just trying to get paid
What up party people dying to get laid
Let you freak flag fly high up and away
Pray to allah Pray to Jesus 
Get all Polytheistic if it pleases
Go to college and write a thesis 
Couch surf around the globe and sleep on beaches 
Who needs meat when we got peaches
Who needs warfarin when we got leeches
Use yo magic to cure diseases 
Go help somebody with yo expertises 
Take a stand against injusticeses 
And don’t give a damn if no one agrees with

You 
won’t see eye to eye with
You
Isn’t able to fully accept 
You
doesn’t want to believe in
You
Be real to your-self and stay true

Word
You know we still fighting 
To open minds to new perspectives
And hearts to other ways of being  And that’s for real
Yo

Who you got a problem with 
What you try to solve it with
Why you got that solid fist
When now’s the time to 
Listen go out and try something
Different see what chu mighta been 
Missin’ dismissin’ 
Omittin’ what wasn’t Fittin’
Your world view 
Let go of what you knew so
You can become a new you
Discover what’s now true 
To hold onto your values
And speak your truth and stay for real
While holdin’ space for others to feel
What they gonna feel and what they says their truth
But if it falls to pieces and their beliefs lead to more injusticeses 
Then don’t give a damn if no one agrees with

You 
won’t see eye to eye with
You
Isn’t able to fully accept 
You
doesn’t want to believe in
You
Be real to your-self and stay true

Yea
That right
This one goes out to all those leading the fight 
In the struggle on the day to day
Word

Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - You

Beat production - Ace Ha / @ace-ha
Hook - LOLAH / @lolahentertainment
Verses - Fat Pockets /@fatpockets

Mixed and mastered by Fat Pockets.

This is a Mega Royal production. Don't Sleep!!!

Big Dipper Feat. Lolah (prod. Ace Ha)

There are times I feel I am running out of time and I have so much yet to do. I have medical issues that feels like time is chomping at the back of my heels. I've had more time than I was supposed to. So i try to fill every moment of my day with all the  things I do that make up who I am. At the end of my day I am never done. It is a process that is impossible to complete. There will never be a time where I feel I have finished. I can only do as much as I can and hope the effect will be positive for my family as it grows past the scope of having known me alive. Some people fear the unknown and try to stop time and change from happening. Year after year then stays the same except the people in their life age. Working decades upon decade at one job until it becomes who you are - and when that is gone and I ask ,"Who are you?" You don't know.  I know where I was and what I was doing every year of my life, although it is getting harder to pack up and go. I couldn't count all the places I have lived. Someone once asked me if I was afraid to move somewhere I had never been. I laughed and said I must have forgotten to put that on my list. Be afraid of living. Be afraid of taking chances. I love living. It is going by too fast but when you don't let other people's opinion about who you are affect how you live your life then you will have no regrets. Even if you never took out a mortgage on a house because you wanted be free to decide to change your path. Stability was never my goal. Freedom was. But I'm in a wheel chair now. My bones are fragile. I've broken too many. But as long as I have my piano then I will be free tell my story - write my legacy - with music.

You Will Never Have Time To Finish

A musical meditation on a rainy day in May, a field recording as a backdrop (complete with passing train), the piano is a spontaneous improv recorded as the rain fell to the delight of the spring greenery.

May Rain

An elaborately inviting composition by @user-596493783 
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/saint-germain-en-laye-suzanne-ledwith.html

The participating members of SGEL, are as follows.
STONERJAZZ on guitar
soundcloud.com/user-911083679
Western Boketto on bass
soundcloud.com/westernboketto
The Windscale Blues Experiment on flute
soundcloud.com/windscaleblues

Photograph of Lace webbed spider: taken by SuZanne Ledwith

Somewhere I've never been  - The Furico Music Team

He was a very unique gentleman
Love the feel of the blade rubbed against his skin
Just to scratch of the mast skin cells he believed
Were put there so he can wear 'em all day
The hair shirt of a bear
It was a challenge but he liked it
He called himself a stoic in purgatory
Hanging with the wrong crowd thinking like a poet
And he never really showed it but he kept that weapon loaded
No matter how he stowed it
And he tried not to breath 
But the breathings automatic
Always tried not to deceive 
Because they believe in something facist
And when the people start reacting
He intend to keep on stacking on the elements
Asking questions no embellishment
He knew when he was weak
He knew when to retreat
He knew to jump the fence
To the center of the street but he was beat
By something large and spinning wheels and it
Thundered a noise as it knock him off his heels and he
Knew he was thinking before his eyes shut
But when they opened again
He forgot what was what
And what was where
And what was who
And what was why
And what– when did this happen is he dead or alive
Became omnipresent
Became the wind and the sea
Became invisible 
Became his own symphony
Living each note outside of time and space
While the demons danced around him
Making other people chase
After fantasy
Dreams of lust and glory
Abominable cats who crave their wack crime stories
Homicide victims
Big stacks of big cash and so on
Everybody in this moment of life
How can we go on
Relax
Just listen to the tracks
Whether you listen to the classics 
Or listen to the wack




I'm not here to judge you
I'm just here to rap
But don't you judge me
Else I wake you
Out your nap
And you can rise and shine or rise and whine
I keep a quiet mind so my life is fine
And when it's time to rhyme my thoughts remind
Like a river to the ocean
Abides supplies so kind
Time
Gentle Now
I abide through difficulty 
Negativity will never phase me
Look at the trees in the forest
They've been around for ages and the pages of the Bible
Still adding more pages to the history
Life Death and Philosophy 
Sociology 
Destroying all hypocrisy 
And if that's how it be I'll be the teacher and the subject
Professor Student Voyer Artist and Pundit
With the smartest and fun ****
That people wanna snatch
But I'm effortless
And that BS ain't a task
And then I get the cash
But then I give it away
And then I pray for guidance 
While I'm working
Day-to-Day Dah-diggity
Day-to-Day Dah-diggity
Day-to-Day that's what I Say-to-Say
Dah-siggity Say-to-Say
The Flavour
The Flavour heat 
I'm a freak
I'll get my coat and grab my seat now
Would you like to depart from the fantasy fantasy 
Insanity Vanity, Kennedy
Can it be
Hey, it'll be great
We can break all laws of gravity 
And make room for the Royal Kingdom
It's coming
Soon.

Dermographia (Produced by MF DOOM)

Raptor179 - Alles Hat Seinen Preis
Beat by KHRONOS BEATS
Artist: Raptor179
Mix & Master:  Art of War Studios
MoneyVamps 2022

Raptor179 - ALLES HAT SEINEN PREIS

... any second now. So chilling hard, calm as a clam... 🦪

Polybrute, Arturia MiniMoogV for basses, Buchla Easel 208C on leads. Mastered with FabFilter, UAD Oxide Tape, IK One, but different mixing chains and mastering. Of course you would say, - "all your sht sounds the same to me"! If you do, I'll be pleased taking it as a complement :) Its great to achieve some consistency in any crazy things we all do. May get there one day. Stay creative!

Free download today. As always few track downloadable on my account, thanks for grabbing and letting them to the wild! 

Photo of a happy clam chilling on a boat. Likely bird brought it there. Long Beach, California.

Musically yours! ~ S.P. ~
~ @samprock ~ @prockjet ~ @art-of-nonsense ~ @silentzen ~

Analogue

megaprockram

Awaiting

One by One 

Words that hit like on anvils
some others as light as feathers 
those that get lost in the haze
words that take me to the moon 

i follow the moves of your mouth
your full lips , colour of plum 
i'm staring at you , i'm listening to you
i drink in  your words 
one by one 

words that we say , in front of our judges
Yes your honor 
i swear it ! 
dreamed words from a pure being
nasties ones, i really don't care

I follow the moves of your mouth 
i'm staring at you , i'm listening to you

i follow the moves of your mouth
your full lips , colour of plum 
i'm staring at you , i'm listening to you
i drink in  your words 
one by one

Une A Une (translation in description)

Rich Man Lyrics

This one is called Rich Man. In our last song, the poor man was trying to get by with limited funds. In this one, our hero is just enjoying life with whatever he can. He's happy just living life.

Lyrics;
I walk in old shoes
Drive on old wheels
Don't have much money
But that's not how I feel
Cause I'm a rich man

I do what I need
And that's getting me by
Got two feet on the ground
And my Head in the sky

I travel lightly
Not much to my name
But I've got all I need
Just the same
I'm a rich man

Wherever I'm at
Is where I want to be
And I'm living my life
Like this world's made for me
I'm a rich man

I have my friends
And my family
They're all the best people
And they're rich just like me


I've traveled the highways
In sunshine and rain
Slept in a boxcar
Of many a train
I've loved and lost
And I still feel the pain
But life is for living
And I can't complain

I don't need a thing
To prove my success
Nobody out there
I need to impress
But I'm a rich man

I do what I need
And that gets me by
Two feet on the ground
My head in the sky

I might walk in old shoes
and drive on old wheels
Not much money
But that's not how I feel
Cause I'm a rich man

I'm a rich man
a rich man
a rich man ...

Rich Man

I wrote this one during lockdown a while back, it needs a bit of work....

From Aunty Joan

An Emperor sits on his throne
Building states from human bones
I heard all this from Aunty Joan
She told me on the telephone

Learn to love your inner beast
She said with fortitude at least
put your best foot forward now
Try not to slay the sacred cow

Welcome to the bottom of the pile
You might be here with us for quite a while
And if you're wondering where the moneys gone
It never stays around for far to long long

Prepare for the worst but hope for the best
Scream and shout, don't let it rest
Let it out, get it off your chest

I heard all of this from Aunty Joan
She told me on the bleeding telephone
She told us all this day would soon arrive
And we should hope and pray for our lives

I'm a little wary and skeptical
To drink or not to drink,  and question all
Try not to fight or cause a public brawl
Its what she said to me  if I recall
Unless I want them to cut off my balls

Prepare for the worst but hope for the best
Scream and shout, don't let it rest
Let it out, get it off your chest

I heard all of this from Aunty Joan
She told me on the bleeding telephone
She told us all that day would soon arrive
And we should hope and pray for our lives

Entropy

From Aunty Joan (Remixed Demo) 2022

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my BandCamp PWWO #07 album)

It is with unbridled glee that I finally get to share a (long overdue) first collab with our dear friend, and ambient artist extraordinaire, Jo (https://soundcloud.com/minimal_drone_grl, https://minimaldronegrl.bandcamp.com/). The results are quite exciting, to say the least. We hope you enjoy our sonic adventure, 'Flora's Beautiful Dream'. :)

And now for our little story...

The first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley below slowly fills with warmth and light. 

Flora watches from her vantage point high above; witnessing her friends in the forest come alive to greet another day; and the people in the city streets down in the valley below come alive to serve another day. She’s watched this dance for many years; the forest remaining peaceful in its ancient perfection; the people below growing ever more unsatisfied as they strive for an illusionary and strangely unattainable perfection of their own.
	
This idea might sound sad to you and I. But over the years she has also seen miracles occur among us. From her vantage point she sees us like fields of energy; and the majority of that energy looks rather stagnant and mucky, like cesspools of unmoving water, unaware of the renewing stream we have been cut off from. But once in a while, an explosion of light energy will burst outward from a single house or apartment building, as someone becomes disenfranchised from their false identity, and their hearts open up to new ideas for the first time.

Surprisingly, these changes often occur after great loss. And she suspects this is due to the fragility of our illusion. She sees how lost we all are in these roles and characters we have built for ourselves, and she sees how quickly that false identity can shatter when we lose the things we prioritized the most. The loss of a relationship or loved one, a terminal illness in the body, the end of a career, a complete collapse in financial stability… when we lose the things we thought mattered most to us, some of us experience a miraculous opportunity for awakening to the truth that we were never those things to begin with. 

Flora lovingly watches the majority of us grow more sickly and stagnant with time. And she never loses hope… because every evening, she has the same beautiful dream. 

In her mind, the first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley slowly fills with warmth and light. 

But even brighter still are the explosions of light energy bathing the valley down below. After so many truly dark nights, many of us finally wake up the next morning to discover we were never all the things we lost in the night. In fact, we are something much larger. And as our energy explodes out, and the laws of attraction take hold, these simultaneous bursts prove to be strong and frequent enough to cause a chain reaction… and the whole valley lights up brighter than the sun itself. 

We have finally realized we are simply conscious life, and nothing more. And in our new found freedom from identity, we all begin again.

Flora slumbers peacefully, knowing full well… this dream will some day come true.

PWWO07

Flora's Beautiful Dream | Minimal_Drone*GRL & GrevusAnjl

The Future Looks Bright, My Friend!

We’ll all drive flying cars
And take trips to Mars
on a cock shaped rocket

The future looks bright, my friend
you can tell it is real
‘cause it looks so fake

And there will be no war at all,
When we’re all Borgs in the cloud

The future look bright, my friend
get what you want and then
Auto-Fac delivers

We can smoke all the meats
smother it in the sweet
Baby Rays, yeah

There will be no problems at all,
All the quantum models are solved

The future look bright, my friend
wear the goggles, then
enter the meta

And I was, am human
referring to myself 
in the past 

Just relax and float downstream,
We’ll take care of everything!

We promise!
See here!
Come join our

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-land!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-land!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-land!

The Future Looks Bright, My Friend!

Introduction in English:

Germany in the 1960s was still very much influenced by the Nazi stink. Violence and black pedagogy still prevailed in families. Beatings and spankings were part of the natural educational repertoire of parents. 
Unfortunately, my father and mother also joined this then socially accepted community of thugs.   
In this often ominous and latently threatening time, Doris Day was for me the ideal projection screen for a world full of harmony, clarity and lightness. 
Since my parents basically loved me (they themselves had been traumatized by terrible experiences of violence in Nazi Germany and, due to a lack of suitable trauma therapies at the time, unconsciously went from being victims to perpetrators when beating us children), they took my childhood crushes on Doris Day seriously and at some point gave in to my urging to write her a (fictitious) letter from Germany.... 
As an adult, I distanced myself from my childhood crush on Doris Day for a long time, since critical film analyses tended to portray her as a representative of superficial, shallow and pseudo-harmonic acting and song art. 
Then I saw her again a good ten years ago at the „Berlinale“ in a documentary with Rock Hudson and his HIV infection at the beginning of 1985. Nobody wanted to get Hudson, whose HIV infection was diagnosed in Moscow, out of there and bring him back to the U.S. by plane. Most were afraid of becoming infected themselves. 
Not so Doris Day. She, along with several other actors, organized the flight back. And when Rock Hudson, who was already seriously ill with AIDS, stepped out of the plane after landing in the U.S., she demonstratively stood next to him and put her arm around him. Even today, tears come to my eyes when I think of this unique gesture of solidarity and loyalty. 
Since that magical moment in a Berlin movie theater, Doris Day has become immortal to me. 
And I can only say: I was not at all mistaken in my early love for her....

Lyrics in English

My Blond Angel

When I was a little boy 
Just a meter high 
I fell in love with your blond hair 
That always smelled like cinnamon stars to me

I'd watch TV in the afternoon and then I'd see you 
As you came on the screen
You were pure harmony, clinically pure, high polish
You exuded carefree elegance

No one believed I could fall in love like that
Little boys are supposedly not ready for that yet

But I suffered, I pined, I was sick with love
My blond angel from the faraway land

My parents told me she lives far away from here
In the great wide U.S.A.
Her name is Doris Day and she'd already have
A husband to take care of her

But I wouldn't give up
I cried and cried until my parents realized
They found out her residence and address
And after my continued insistence,

I dictated a love letter to them both
My father translated it for her

He threw it in for me, I was still too little for that
My blond angel from the faraway land

When I sat in front of the screen the following weeks
She looked at me differently
She looked quite in love, my letter seduced her
Since then I was her little husband

For a long time I was ashamed of this love
But recently I saw her
More magical than ever
For me she remains a shining light
I love her

Mein Blonder Engel (My Blond Angel)

Music and mix: CliffeNotes 2022
Vocals, mix and master: soundboard tinkerers May 2022

BackdoorParadigm

Backdoor paradigm
Pushing the new into the then
Backdoor paradigm
So what if it is
Let’s do it again
Backdoor paradigm
We make it all
make it all up 
Backdoor paradigm
We make it all
make it all up 
Yeah   

twisting a hologram
to access the tower
keys in the wrist
pulsing with power
there’s no true truth
like the next step
over the line 
right up to the new
another laboratory slip
it was us at the start
cat claw in the tongue
is not the only some one
back stage pantomime
going through possibilities
of another seeder key door / way
to 
exploding 
mice
yeah 

Backdoor paradigm
Pushing the new into the then
Backdoor paradigm
So what if it is
Let’s do it again
Backdoor paradigm
We make it all
make it all up 
Backdoor paradigm
We make it all
make it all up


Lyrics: johns of soundboard tinkerers May 2022

BackdoorParadigm [CliffeNotes and soundboardtinkerers]

Want To Sleep Like Mud

The fourth movement of a suite for piano and violin. The story could be realistic or a daydream. Every day we decide how others live. But in this way we also decide how we will live in the future.

"Fairy Tale Violin" For Violin And Piano Mvt 1

Recalling some tequila, love words and more with them in that Ibiza bar, I wondered: “What if Pink Floyd met the spirit of Camarón de la Isla… in my bedroom?” I used lots of guitars, basses, etc. on a 12/8 beat, to enclose 3/4, 6/4 & 8/8 rhythms along.
> Pic: ruined well at hometown countryside

Letra / Translated Lyrics: EL POZO DE TU AMOR  /  THE WELL OF YOUR LOVE

Fui a abrir el grifo, estaba sediento,  /  I turned on the tap, I was thirsty,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Fui a abrir el grifo, necesitaba hacerlo,  /  I turned on the tap, I needed to do it,
fui a abrir el grifo de tu amor.  /  I turned on the tap of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el grifo de tu amor.  /  I needed the trap of your love.

Fui a bajar al pozo, me estaba muriendo,  /  I was going into the well, I was dying,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Fui a bajar al pozo, y me caí dentro,  /  I was going into the well, and fell inside,
fui a bajar al pozo de tu amor.  /  I was going into the well of your love.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

Por bajar al pozo, yo me caí dentro  /  Because of going into the well, I fell inside
y no quiero que nadie llore por mis lamentos  /  and I don’t want anybody to cry for my laments

Caí… por ti.  /  I fell … for you.
Caí… caí… caí por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell for you.
Caí… a tu pozo, caí por ti.  /  I fell … into your well, fell for you.
Caí… caí… caí… caí a tu pozo por ti.  /  I fell … fell … fell … fell into your well for you.
Caí.  /  I fell.

Me he caído al pozo, y ahora que estoy dentro  /  I have fallen into the well, and now I’m inside
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Vine a beber al pozo, pero el pozo está seco,  /  I came to drink at the well, but the well is dry,
veo que se ha secado nuestro amor.  /  I see our love has dried up.
Necesitaba un trago de tu amor,  /  I needed a drink of your love,
necesitaba el pozo de tu amor.  /  I needed the well of your love.

ER30HC9 ©1995 ®2015

Grab it !!

El pozo de tu amor (Caí por ti)

Feint & Fake (FuWatt & FuWatt2)

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I NEED A DRINK OF YOUR LOVE

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