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Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten,
sie fliehen[3] vorbei wie nächtliche Schatten.
Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jäger sie schießen
es bleibet dabei  Die Gedanken sind frei!

Und sperrt man mich ein im finsteren Kerker,
das alles sind rein vergebliche Werke;
denn meine Gedanken zerreißen die Schranken
und Mauern entzwei: die Gedanken sind frei.

Drum will ich auf immer den Sorgen entsagen
und will mich auch nimmer mit Grillen  mehr plagen.
Man kann ja im Herzen stets lachen und scherzen
und denken dabei: die Gedanken sind frei.

Ich liebe den Wein, mein Mädchen vor allen,
sie tut mir allein am besten gefallen.
Ich bin nicht alleine bei meinem Glas Weine,
mein Mädchen dabei: die Gedanken sind frei.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_Gedanken_sind_frei#Lyrics

Picture leonor-fini_arcachon_1940_anonymous_courtesy_of_leonor_fini_estate

Gedanken Sind Frei

Last one 2023!

Recorded/Mixed: Audacity
Guitar: Cort MR710 LH NS
Mic: Rhode USB Mini

Lyrics:
.
When you need me - far away
Say my name I'll be there today
I hope you know it's with Gods I play
Open your eyes it's a blissful game
. 
(oh)
.
Time together, time we share
Nothing to do but be aware
Hope you see how much I care
Open you eyes and take me there. 
. 
(oh)
.
Focus! Focus!
Focus! Focus! 
Focus! Focus! 
Love is in the air! 
.
Focus! Focus!
Focus! Focus! 
Focus! Focus! 
Love is in the air!
.
-end-

© Tam Jennifer Hastings, 2023

Blissful Game (2023)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE - please stay safe

ICICLES
is an unmixed unmastered track as we ran out of time this year.

Musical Production/ Production: GstProduction
Songwriting Melody Main Vocals, Back Up Choral Vocals : ANA ROS
Original Piano and Music Idea : Ellen DXY
Songwriting Lyrics: Alex O Brien
Mix Master : Neil Tam

ICICLES (Unmastered)

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Godin Nylon Guitar solo. Flute solo. Tenor Saxophone solo. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano solo. Roland synthesizer Bass. Fender Electric Bass. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Render Rhodes electric Piano Rhythm. String Quartet, Viola, Cello, Bowed Bass. Trap drum set full kit. Percussion Tambourine, Cowbell, Ago go bells, Zildjan 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Cannery Row

Moon Flower

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut! 

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:
The Weighty Tree: Guitars
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree
https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro
Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.     

Verse
Word 
Yo
As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust 
And the scent of musk in the air
I couldn’t help but take notice there
Was a sweet smell of autumn 
Carried in the gust 
Of wind  
It is a beautiful time of the year
When the does come into estrus 
And there is only one thing on my mind
I must get some of that behind 
I find
Times like these to be harbingers 
That linger
I could count times like these on my fingers
If I didn’t have hooves 
And wasn’t crashing to the ground 
With the sound of defeated dreams 
Of games of hard to get
And multiple days of getting wet 
I let the overwhelming excitement of rut
Get the best of me 
And now am crest fallen to see
The Doe that I thought was mine
Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines
Uh

The Shrike Pt. 1

The Weighty Tree, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 1

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Despite it happening over a hundred years ago, the sinking of The Titanic is a subject which continues to fascinate.  Many may believe the ship’s misfortune in striking an iceberg was the simple reason for her demise but the true story is a catalogue of human error.  Investigation of the circumstances have unearthed a plethora of  mistakes that in their own way, all contributed to the disaster.  

In 1985, a secret mission to find the wrecks of two nuclear submarines unwittingly discovered that of The Titanic and since that time, ongoing scientific expeditions have discovered that the metal structure has created a species of bacteria that will eventually consume the entire ship, recycling the nutrients into the ocean ecosystem.  You can’t fight Mother Nature.  And you can’t fight those who'll always spot a way of making huge amounts of profit, no matter the grisly events from which they evolve. 

By 1998, tickets were put on sale at $32,500 each for tourists to view the remains and since then, fewer than 250 people have visited the site.  By 2021, OceanGate, who owned the Titan submarine, were offering tours to view said remains at a cost of up to $250,000 per person.  

Whilst understanding the continued scientific interest, I do find it macabre that the graves of those killed aboard Titanic, many from poor backgrounds, should become a tourist playground for the rich and privileged. That isn't to say I wasn’t glued to the news, hoping for a positive outcome in the rescue bid for those aboard the Titan sub.  It was deeply upsetting to discover that they had perished.  Some five years before the fatal implosion, specialists had warned OceanGate that the venture could very possibly end in such a disaster, yet I very much doubt the occupants, who had paid so much, were made aware of the fact.

I wanted to write a song that reflected how little we have learned in the century or so between Titanic and Titan.  It seems that, for rich and poor alike, the arrogance of greed will always be with us. (Terry Reeves)

(For those wondering what ‘CQD’ means, it was the first signal the wireless operator aboard Titanic used to call for assistance and means “All Stations.  Distress!” Later though, he did also transmit the more universally used code, ’SOS’). 
 
Underwater tour, down in deep watery waves
Two hundred and fifty thousand to visit the graves
The ghosts of 3rd class continue to descend 
Death has no pleasure, haunting message to send

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Sad moments of time forgotten names of the past
Imagine the screaming ending in silent broadcast 
Locking caged doors using padlocks and chains
No consideration given to lower class remains

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)
 
The rich need to own hold what no one else has
A brief chance to look down on the poor and the sad?
Excepting the science knowing lessons to learn
But not for amusement boasting others to yearn

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Arrogance sank ‘Titanic’ built for luxury and speed
Now laying very static on the bottom of the sea
Arrogance imploded the ‘Titan’ Carbon submarine 
Sadly reminding too much money can be obscene

Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe 
Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x12) 

Can’t believe, Can’t believe 

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

TITANIC TO TITAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

https://youtu.be/-ZJWQ5vmJgc?si=6WlZ1lCxf0PMKULE
Happy new Year all my People!
This is the last Track for, Album.
And the 1st for the year also.
164 Bpm underground vibes.
Thanks for listening, support.
Feedback. Much appreciated.
Released later than planned.
Uploaded 01/01/2024.

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We wish all a Happy New Year 2024  🎈🎈🎈
If U Love Me feat. 2nick8
2nick8 Vocals and Lyrics:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/21971/if-u-love-me-122bpm-pop-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/ds-nick
Paploviante:
E-Bass,Rhythm Guitar and Solo Guitar
Lillithe:
Wha Guitar, Beats, Synth, Jew’s Harp, Mix and Production

If U Love Me - feat 2nick8

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BUILDING DESIRE THAT’S OUR HOOK UP WE NEVER TIRE,
  NEVER GIVE UP
 LET’S RAISE A GLASS TO DEAN MARCUS
 AND HAVE A TOAST TO JIM SPEEDCHIC
 LET’S PRAISE OUR SWEET HOCUS POCUS
 WAY TO SEDUCE THEM FUNKY FREAKS
COS WE DON’T PAY TOO MUCH ATTENTION TO ANY OF THESE WANNABES  AND ANYWAY THE ONLY QUESTION 
IS NOT TO BE BUT B2B
      
BUILDING DESIRE THAT’S OUR HOOK UP WE NEVER TIRE,
NEVER GIVE UP

HEATHER RICHARD DAVID EMMA EXPERTS IN SO MANY DOMAINS  NOT TO MENTION CLAIRE DANIEL ANNA CREATING FAME AIN’T THAT A SHAME
BUT EVEN IN OUR WILDEST DREAMS WE’LL NEVER GET IT’S CLEAR TO SEE CLOSE TO THE LEGENDARY TEAM MUCH WELL KNOWN AS THE B2C

BUILDING DESIRE THAT’S OUR HOOK UP WE NEVER TIRE,
NEVER GIVE UP
WHEN YOU HAVE THUNDER AT THE WHEEL SMOKING CHEESE AND ECO- FRIENDLY YOU CAN TELL THERE’S A MAGIC FEEL 
TO OUR MARKETING STRATEGY
BUT NO MATTER HOW GOOD WE KNOW WE ARE WE GOTTA KEEP THINGS ON THE GO 
PERFORMING THROUGH SOME WEBINAR
 AND KEEPING OUR DUCKS IN A ROW
 BUILDING DESIRE THAT’S OUR HOOK UP WE NEVER TIRE,
  NEVER GIVE UP

TONIGHT MY FRIENDS LET’S HAVE SOME WINE AND DROWN OUR DEEP DEEP AFFLICTION 
OF THROWING ALL OUR PEARLS TO SWINE TRYING TO GRAB THEIR HIGH ATTENTION
MAKE SURE THAT OUR TMPNESS PERFORMING ALL THOSE MLQs  WON’T TURN INTO TMTNESS 
AND REMAIN HAPPY FRIENDLY SHMOOZE

BUILDING DESIRE THAT’S OUR HOOK UP WE NEVER TIRE, 
NEVER GIVE UP
ad lib...

DUCKS IN A ROW  (Lyrics) song for David

Where did this crazy cover come from?!
Until a couple of years ago I played in a group of friends, an acoustic quartet consisting of an acoustic guitar, double bass (me), a singer and a percussionist. We played a repertoire of rock and pop covers from all times, heavily rearranged to suit acoustic needs. In addition to rehearsals and concerts, a significant part of the time was spent proposing and choosing the repertoire.
There were always great discussions, everyone had their own musical background, their tastes and their desire to impose themselves on others (behind every musician there is always a little egomaniac hiding :)). Furthermore, since it was all acoustic, there were also inevitable technical limitations to consider when choosing the songs. In short, every proposal was always followed by great debates, to the point that we had to establish severe rules in the choice with votes, with the right of veto, like United Nations resolutions :))
There was a moment when we needed to enrich the repertoire with more lively and rhythmic songs, because the natural tendency in small acoustic cover groups is always to rearrange the songs with an elegant, composed (and a little soporific) sound like Bossa or soft jazz.
Among the various proposals I made there was this 80's pop-dance hit that I have always liked and to be more convincing and overcome their skepticism that time I decided to present my candidacy with a demo recorded by myself... So, courageously I even had to sing it!!
What you listen is therefore that original demo for my group: an acoustic guitar, a double bass, a voice to which I have recently added some choirs.
Fortunately, at the end, the effort was rewarded, this bizarre cover won the elections and became a permanent fixture in our concerts.

I know, I skipped some words here and there, my pronunciation is what it is, and I guess it sounds funny to you more or less like to us Italians when we listen to one of our operas sung by a foreign singer... but who cares, it was so fun to sing it, forgive me! :)

For those who don't know the original Dead or Alive song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGNiXGX2nLU

Just like my version, isn't it?:)))

The photo is entitled "100 ways to kill your photographer". 

A special thank you to Debra, she knows why.

You Spin Me Round - cover

Closed Square

Revamp of an old instrumental track. No idea what genre this falls into lol!

Free download if you like it.

Thank you for listening 💛

Mirror, Mirror

Sadness

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

Boxing Day

he wished everything would fade away.

reversed bass and drums by https://soundcloud.com/five-extra-arms

and he wanted to pay (slowed+reverb)

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Basilisk

Evocative song to listen to without hurry... most serious job I've done lately, say no more.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

SI TÚ ME FALTARAS  /  IF I MISSED YOU

Abre tu risa mis ojos,  /  Your laugh opens my eyes,
olor a café por la mañana…  /  smell of coffee in the morning…
Para murmurarte un beso  /  So as to whisper you a kiss
me levanto de la cama.  /  I get up from the bed.

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

Me despierta muy temprano  /  Wakes me up very early
el olor de tu cuerpo a mi lado.  /  the smell of your body beside me.
Para que se haga de noche pronto  /  So that it gets dark soon
rápidamente me he levantado.  /  I have got up fast.

Siento que mi vida se desliza por el sabor tan suave de tu cuello y de tus besos.  /
I feel my life slips along such a soft flavor of your neck and your kisses.

Puedo ser ligero como el aire y filtrarme con mi fuego en tus sueños y en tus deseos.  /
I can be as light as air and percolate with my fire into your dreams and your desires.

Busco el momento cada día de volver para gozarte, para olerte, para amarte…  /
I look for the moment every day to come back so as to enjoy you, to smell you, to love you … 

para amarte, sí, aaaay! para amarte.  /  to love you, yes, aaaay! to love you.

Juega tu lengua en mi cerebro,  /  Your tonge plays in my brain,
recorren mi espalda tus caricias.  /  your caresses cross my back.
Miro el reloj y suspiro,  /  I look at the clock and sigh,
deseando que acabe el día.  /  wishing the day to finish. 

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

ER40FI07

Si tú me faltaras (de tedio moriría)

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

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"WELCOME"

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

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