SAD RABBIT SPREADS MODERN THOUGHTS

Rencontre entre deux "moments" pour n'en former qu'un. De l'harmonie et de la dissonance, la musique est un reflet fugace de la vie comme un passage furieux ou apaisé, cette force irrépressible qui renverse, qui bouscule nos merveilleuses existences comme un éternel recommencement.
Merci infiniment à Rosmarino de m'avoir permis d'emprunter un "moment", ce chemin là.
Rosmarino Baia : https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia/un-momento-2-free-download-to-reworkremix

Un Momento - Rosmarino Baia - Jacques Lemaire

written and performed by Jim Manser
production by Russ sinfield
watch the lyric video on Jim Manser youtube.com
https://youtu.be/FP3GEvRdm54?si=-b8zYplTqAzY_TW8

I wrote this song about a year ago and was inspired to write the music after my uncle passed away who was a big part of the 1960s underground and psychedelic music scene in london ,the hippies of that time would frequent a place called the ufo club where they would drop acid and watch such acts as the early syd barrett era pink floyd and many other upcoming music stars of that time.
This song is a bit introspective as well as all things must pass like the music it was an end of an era [jim 2023]

youtube

End Of An Era [watch the video on youtube]

Where You Been?

© Joe Liberty 2024. All rights reserved.

DownTheRabbitHole

To all the poor of spirit
The meek, the ones who mourn
Those who thirst for justice 
Unfettered by the scorn

Yours shall be the kingdom
The mercy and the win
Known too as the children
Of the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end

Ah rockem sockem, now it’s like this
If I may I be so bold
First world problems, sink or swim
Do the Rigamarole 

De facto mojo, just for love        
Well waddaya know about that
Oneness lies within plane sight
Do the Rigamarole 
Down the rabbit hole

Ah come on now

Down the rabbit hole
Do the Rigamarole

Solo

The stars that sparkle 
In the night 
Fade away into day light
As morning heralds in 
A brand new day

No it’s not rocket science
Just misunderstood 
Don’t wanna fret but can’t forget
Though I wish I could
Knock, knock, knock on wood

To the salt of the earth
That lights  up the world
From the dawn of time
Of the eternal Grind

Here comes the Welcome Wagon
With the rubber soul
The greatest story ever told
Down the rabbit hole
Do the Rigamarole

Ah come on now

Do the Rigamarole
Down the rabbit hole

The stars that sparkle 
In the night 
Fade away into day light
As morning heralds in 
A brand new day

DownTheRabbitHole

Begin Again feat. Emily Coy
Vocals: Emily Coy
https://soundcloud.com/freevocals/emily-coy-begin-again-free-acapella
Backing Track Paploviante Burn
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/burn-open-collaboration-offer
Lillithe: adding…Sax, Beat, Synth,Vocals, Arrangement and Production

Begin Again feat. Emily Coy & Paploviante

THE BORDER EXPRESS
Written by Mike from UNGUIDED EXPRESS (Bass & Drums) and
ANDREW BORDERICK (Guitars &  Keys) 
Mixed & Mastered by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2024 AB Music
Special thanks to Mike Gabriel for the invite to this amaxing track.

AB Collaborations

THE BORDER EXPRESS

THE BORDER EXPRESS - Collab with UNGUIDED EXPRESS

hope you will enjoy this minimal tribalistic thing..  :O)

Hugin And Munin

The youtube video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LOR3i0E-sQ
An old song of mine that I've re-recorded recently. Its a tune I've always liked and has some special meaning as it was played at my dad's funeral.
I liked the original recording but this one's a little cleaner and more accurate.
There are four guitar parts, the main lead being played on my Santa Cruz.
Richard :)

This World

As the title says these are thoughts for a summer day:  
Take a break from technology here and there;
Have some hope in humanity;
do what you can to make it a better world; 
Try hard to find people who you vibe with and enjoy their company.

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THOUGHTS FOR A SUMMER SUNDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 01 2024

Looking at the sunrise, 
flowing through the dusty blinds,
bleary-eyed, not really wanting to wake.  
Taking a deep breath and stretching away the sleep. 
I know it's gonna be a good day.
I Hope!  it's gonna to be a good day.

Skip the 'get ready' lyrics, hit the street, 
knowing it's for sure cold out there.

I hear the sounds, and the smells of my main street,
climate change giving a bit of repreive, 
from the usual deep freeze.
I know I shouldn't say it, but I like the warmth.

The familiar people I see in the hood, 
wishing the trees were green and the sun
bathing us with its warmth, 
as the winter concludes.
We're wishing for an end to the cold,
careful what you wish for!

Ch.
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about.
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Ya... turn on the TV and it's the same-same.
Smartphone, computer... the same-same.
Everyone trying to yell louder than everyone else.

Hearing the bell on the steeple a block away,
being a non-church type, I say hey...
Hard to say anything without sounding like a preacher,
but sometimes we need a little faith, in hard times,
a little faith, in ourselves, a little faith, in hard times,
find the strength, in these hard times, 
we want the same.

Ch. 
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about. 
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Guit solo.

Ch.

Thoughts For A Summer Sunday

Cast of Characters:
The Mysterious Decibel-- @themysteriousdecibel –MD-- vocals and lyrics in the choruses

TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, production, and mix

J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano, synth sax 

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums, acoustic guitar intro, and vocalized tones at the end, verse lyrics and melody, composition

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-four string fretless bass, vocals on the verses



This is a song that originated with Ken several months ago. He wrote the whole thing on piano, guitar, and drums and presented it to the rest of the band. Of course, everyone was very excited to add their spin to it. I added my bass part first, as the foundation. Ken also left his catchy original guitar intro as it was. Then JJ added his dynamic piano part, which ended up being both foundational and stylistic, along with the sax that you hear in there, too. Stephen added his solid foundational guitar to it, too, soon after. Then it sat, stalled out for need of some vocals. Of course, we asked TMD to add some, which he did in grand fashion for the choruses. All that was left were the verses. Ken wrote lyrics, and gave me an idea for the melody, so I sang the verses to wrap it up. Of course, we asked Stephen to produce and mix it for us, which he did so well, as always.

  We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed making it.

Homeboy (The Eclectic Collective)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production
Video: https://youtu.be/oZEpxaFQm5o 
Working with Hans is always an inspiring process.  The music relationship both Gal and myself have formulated with him over the last few years has never grown stale, because he is so endlessly innovative when interpreting the songs we regularly wing over to his studio in Hamburg.  By contrast, what we say to each other on these occasions is always the same.  “It’ll be nothing like we’re expecting” is our mantra and, sure enough, what comes back never is.  His arrangements are always - and I do mean always - so much better than anything we could possibly have imagined.

It was during what has become a regular exchange of emails that Hans said something which became the inspiration for this song.  He runs his own company, in what could be described as both a creative but stressful industry - advertising.  Not so long ago, his frustrations with certain clients was getting under his skin, feeling that far too often he was wasting his time and energy on those who supplanted boldness and enthusiasm for unnecessary worry and reservation. “It takes loop after loop after loop of needless discussion which means nothing really happens…”, was how he put it.  Having had to tolerate many similar frustrations during my working life - I’d  retired some years before due to ill health - I knew precisely how he must be feeling.

His cri de cœur of “Loop after loop after loop” stuck in my mind and the next time I picked up my guitar, strumming random chords in the way I often do, these were the words I sang.  So this song for my wonderful friend Hans is from the heart and one I hope will bring a quantum of solace for all he is forced to tolerate in his working life.

Finally, must again thank those who still listen, like, comment and repost our music.  We are filled to the brim with gratitude for all your kindness.  (Terry Reeves)

Trapped in a box of daily communication 
No artistic ideas or a mental lubrication
Many words, no meaning, lots being said
Endless discussions to confusion instead

Loop after Loop after Loop……….

Brand to establish and how to perform
Boldness of thinking keep all ideas warm
A number of reasons changing direction
Knowing what to do, Christ resurrection? 

Loop after Loop after Loop………..

Nothing is new it’s all been done before
Takes someone special, see what is more
Easy to reject asking for a new approach 
Ignoring integrity and trust never to poach 

Loop after Loop after Loop…….

Time to find strength, weakest of moments
Gripping tightly to your thinking component 
A Kelly surprises and helps with inspection 
Encouraging power combining self-deception 

Loop after Loop after Loop……..

Loop After Loop - CRIPPLE CLUB

Raindrops falling in my cup
Coffee morning just woke up
Reasons mattered before time stopped
No one travelled and no one shopped
No you never got in line
Never stopped on a dime
You always wanted just to sing
Circled around and tied the ring. 

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

Won’t see the light of day
Could barely repeat refrain
Counting all the money you spend
On nothing more than a big fat hen

Desensitized by karma dreams 
A prickly place to hide the seams
Reaching out to another brain
Trading riffs that last through days…

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

A Prayer for the Dying

First song I am posting in 2024!

This is what I wrote in 2013 when I first thought about posting Nothing But (The Sound) but decided to take it down from the cloud short after. 

"Nothing But (The Sound)" is Plastic Inevitable's first song since 2011! Plastic Inevitable is Marty Procaccio, AKA Blankets, working the sound and Sneekie San Salvador tweaking the sound. The recording for this song began in 2011 in the bedroom recording studio of Marty in Santa Clara California using GarageBand and a whole bunch of pedals. The song was completed in 2013 with vocals recorded in Sneekie San Salvador's mobile Toyota recording unit.

Now it is 11 years later...

I am amazed that I found the vocal stems. I had to look though an old hard drive to find them. I did not feel like digging through more old hard drives for the original track stems. Big thanks to Russell for taking the time to mix the vocals and master the track. I told Russell, when I mixed the original instrumental I was listening to a lot of shitgaze bands at the time. 

May you find many gems when you dig into your past. 

Track Credits:
Blankets: Bass, guitars, and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/allergeist
Couch King: Original instrumental track mix, production, samples, lyrics, and vocals
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Vocal mix and final master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
https://soundcloud.com/the-exe-stencilists
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics: 

Chorus:
Sitting in my car
Windows rolled down
Feet out the window
Nothing but the sound
Of my favorite song

Capture me a distraction
And season it with your bliss
To steal my dissatisfaction 
And feed my mind but a moment
Of happiness 

Chorus

Capture me a distraction
And season it with your bliss
To steal my dissatisfaction 
And feed my mind but a moment

Chorus  

In this moment
There is an infinite 
Amount of things
Happening
In this moment
I have loved you
Infinitely 
Again and again
In this moment 
I am yours
Forever with me
My forever friend
In this moment 
I sing with you
Every song 
That was ever made

Nothing But (The Sound)

Blankets and the Couch King with Russ Sinfield - Nothing But (The Sound)

Original composition, electric guitars and bass by Neno J.

Beware of distortion! Listen loud!

Turbulent Times

An Unfilled Void

Modern Times

Verse 1

Am I playing the wrong game —-  where losing’s a crime
Time’s just not the same—-and there’s no one here to blame
In these modern times——where machines reigns supreme 
breaking all the chains——-to fulfill my dreams
————And that’s a solid —because—- yeah—— I’m back————-
Metaphors and rhymes——-my weapons on this track
Modulating -from the underground ——one culture one voice
And we’re —-wired in like teeth—-like we—-ever—-had a choice

Chorus

Modern times---- a difficult maze
Where screens captivate —— the Information Age
And—-We're all connected——yet we’re—also——-alone
Lost in a sea of pixels----hearts ———-—cold as stone
Modern times————Modern times ——-Modern times

Verse 2

Smartphones--at our side—-our constant companions
That double-edged sword—-has become ——-part of the norm
buzzing Notifications——like a relentless swarm
Distracting —us ——-from moments —-another task ——to perform 
Just another monster ———taking physical form

**Chorus**

Bridge

Artificial intelligence--- a marvel and a threat
Replacing human minds--- leaving us —-deep in debt
Algorithms —-determine our fate—without regret—-
Like marionettes ———or puppets on a strings
Manipulating our thoughts——damn—we are feeding these things

Verse 3

Social media——-a stage ——for the soul to bare
Beneath the surface——lies ——and deceptions —-are clear
We curate our lives——-like a perfect facade
our true selves———pushed aside ——in total disregard 

**Chorus**

Outro

In this digital age---we must find our way
Embracing the power——with a huge price to pay
There’s a balance for the screens —-in real life
With the key to our future——a new vision insight

Modern Times

Rodolfo Planes offered me this great arrangement and suggested the title of 'Professional Liars' as a starting point. I changed the title to Career Liars as it scanned better with the melody and although we didn’t discuss the subject closely we both had our own ideas who these usual suspects might be. You all may also have your own choices other than these potential ‘Comeback Kids’. 

This was first written in 2022, but has developed gradually over the last two years with Ce Mastro’s spectacular chorus harmony arrangement lifting the song to astonishing new heights, then lastly Georg’s additional sax work giving a renewed energy and power. Thanks to everyone for their valued collaboration on this. Thanks for taking the time to listen.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix - https://soundcloud.com/rplanes 
Me - Vocals and lyrics
Ce Mastro - Backing vocals and chorus vocal arrangement - https://soundcloud.com/cemastro 
Georg Boehme - Sax solo and fills - https://soundcloud.com/georg-boehme

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/career-liars

 Career Liars by Rodolfo Planes and Mark J Bennett

How are you ever able to live with yourself? 
What do you really care about? 
You can cope just as long as you’re not left on the shelf, 
Hear me out. 

Are you ever conscious of the harm that you do?
 Or is all fair in love and in war?
And there is no depth that you and your crew won’t sink to. 
We’re done for.

Career liars, 
Truth deniers,
Big high flyers,
 Falsifiers.

Making all of your deals with your old cronies,
I think that is all that you’re good for. 
Nothing is ever sincere coz you’re real phoneys.
 Show them the door. 

Lying for a living, as long as we’re forgiving,
 We’ve been truly hood-winked this time for sure.
 We’re learning a lesson about the true cost of living 
Now we’re all poor.

Career liars, 
Truth deniers,
 Big high flyers, 
Falsifiers.

Career Liars - Continental Collision featuring Ce Mastro & Georg Boehme - Now Available on Bandcamp

i know......you think......i'm strong.
the road....just feels....too long.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....i'm falling apart.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....haven't got the heart.

you think that....i should try....much more.
but i'm down....can't get off....the floor.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....i hide my fears.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....to see your tears....it's over....it's over.

it's not that....i don't see....your pain.
i'm breaking....i can't take....the strain.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....i'm going down.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....please don't frown.

i don't want....to hurt....my best friend.
you must know....this is....the end.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....please don't cry.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry....can't tell you why....it's over....it's over

repeat verse 1 and 2

she knows that he is not well, but he hasn't told her that he's dying.

It's over.  (song for a dying man)

SuperSpreader feat. SilverBella
Vocals and Lyrics:
SilverBella
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/22326/superspreader-96bpm-soul-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/silverbellasings
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

SuperSpreader feat SilverBella

This is the last one of 44 songs I wrote with my mom’s Spanish guitar in my university years, songs I’ve been arranging and posting to SC for the last 6 years (I’ve skipped 4 of them which will become a conceptual album soon).

I’m so glad to have https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson’s help on polishing the English texts and lending her vocal and painting arts to such an important song for me.

Also must credit https://soundcloud.com/user-498459842 for kindly and freely mastering the track.
 
CANCIÓN TRISTE CUANDO ESTOY SOLO (SAD SONG WHEN I’M ALONE)

Canción triste cuando estoy solo, para que sepas que yo nunca me iré.
Canción triste por todo lo que amo, último recuerdo de lo que pudo ser.

Sad song when I'm alone, so that you know I will never be gone.
Sad songs for all I love, are the last reminders of my ancient glow.

Do you think that someone somewhere else would ever care that I was here?
Do you think a future living man will give a damn for you and me?
Who could he be?

¿Piensas que a alguien a quien no conocí le importará si estuve aquí,
o no estuve yo?
¿Piensas que alguien que viva después se acordará de ti o de mí?
¿Quién podrá ser?

Canción triste…

¿Piensas que una nueva vida de amor nos bastará para creer,
para sentir?
¿Acaso te importa lo que piense la gente de mis intereses para morir por mí,
para morir por mí?

Do you think another life of love will be enough for us to see,
for us to feel?
Do you care what people really think about my pride, and will you die,
will you die with me?

Sad song…

ER44FI11 1997-2018

Canción triste cuando estoy solo (ft. Janine Levinson)

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SAD RABBIT SPREADS MODERN THOUGHTS

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