Welthit 9  "School"

Jonn Hart & LoveRance VS Still Fresh (Dramantic Remix)

Original by Simon&Garfunkel     Written by Paul Simon
(it is not me playing the piano)

The Sound Of Silence (cover)

I was working on updating this and it suddenly struck me that it's sorta spooky sounding and it's Halloween time. Perfect.

Circa 2007 I began poking around with synth sounds in GarageBand. It was fun to play with the settings to see what new sounds I could contrive. This is the result of one of those adventures. I recently opened the file in Logic and tweaked it to match where I'm at presently in my musical journey.

(This tune is downloadable.)

I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest. This tune has a lot of personally tweaked synth sounds.

© 2024 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Novel Conservation (18 Years Later)

Comme une libellule

Soma Holiday – Terrycloth Mother (1997)

Baltimore alt-rockers, Soma Holiday’s debut EP, Terrycloth Mother, is a three-track ride through the bands diverse influences, blending anthemic melodies, improvisational chaos, and brooding intensity into one raw, electrifying package.

Captain Trips – A radio-ready rock anthem with soaring harmonies and a nod to Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land. Big guitar riffs paired with an even bigger chorus. 

For fans of rock ‘n’ roll best served up loud in a smoky rock club.

Soma Holiday - Cap'n Tripps

Another unpretentious pop song. I kind of like the chorus and the instrumental bridge. It should be shorter, but it came out that way, with an extra minute.

since she's gone

simple song about a simple time way back when
#lofi   #first love  #losing yer VitaminC

Tangerine
                                                                                     
Well I was thinking of how we used to play                                        
Oh so many years ago
Made up some silly names
No one knew what we meant
Where did that time with you go

I recall you had a passion for those fruits
Called me your Red Raspberry Toy
You were my mashed Banana Girl
Well that really cracked you up
And I was your Cherry Baby Boy

Then our time was over when you said                                                                        
Your Daddy’s gonna move the family west
On that final day, you pleaded, “Hold me Sugar Plum,
and whisper the name I like the best”

Tangerine, Let me be  the Apple of your eye
My Tangerine, I’m sticky and sweet, your guy
Oh Tangerine, my first love
Now say goodbye

You sent me letters saying you’d always wait for me
Using veggie names to cheer me up
I became your Broccoli 
and I christened you Sweet Pea
It was all I had but it was enough

Saying when can I see you my Cauliflower Queen
I would call you up but we couldn't talk for long
Paying by the minute, those long distance charges added up 
There was only time for me to sing your favorite song

Tangerine, I wanna  be the Apple of your eye
My Tangerine I’ll always be sticky and sweet, your guy
Tangerine, you were my first love 
Now say goodbye
Goodbye





Tangerine

Sur une musique de Christian Devienne, merci à lui. 

Ça fait déjà quelques années
Qu’ils préparaient son arrivée
Disant le tout et son contraire
Avec des mots très ordinaires
Prêts à tous les excès pour plaire

Charmant des esprits engourdis
par le malheur et par l’envie
De mensonges en raccourcis
La bête a fabriqué son nid

S’imaginant fille d’un dieu
Pas vraiment miséricordieux
Elle n’a plus à se confesser
Puisque le mal n’est plus péché
C’est tellement pratique pour rester

Lorsque sur des tombes encore fraîches
De morts qui sont encore pleurés
La bête prévoit d’édifier
Des Disneyland et des palais

N’importe où, qui que vous soyez
Même silencieux et caché
Louvoyant la tête baissée
Lorsque votre numéro est tiré
Ses sicaires sauront vous trouver
Pour vous pendre ou vous enrôler

Quand la raison meurt sous le fer
Le pire qu’on croyait révolu
Laboure des terres inconnues
Plus brûlantes et noires que l’enfer

Mais si la bête toujours renaît
Le meilleur aussi apparaît
Si d’autres monstres ont paradé
Ils ont tous fini par tomber




la bête

I wrote this a couple of days ago and worked on the lyrics a bit then recorded just now on my phone. The starting point was thinking of a Syd Barrett lyric which mirrored Elvis "I don't care if the sun don't shine".

Photo - Usher Gallery, Lincoln, April 2025


Yes I mind when the sun won't shine
And I must live in shadow
When the dry spell comes must carry on 
Until there's no tomorrow
Getting up I know I'll fall again
And when I'm not wanted at all 
By the grace of God I don't despair
But for goodness sake of course I care

You bet it's true and I get the blues
Whilst you suffer for nothing 
As I play kick back watch melting wax 
Then I'm late again rushing 
Falling down I know I'll rise again 
And while I'm hated I stand tall 
Had to accept life isn't fair 
But for goodness sake of course I care
For goodness sake of course I care 








 





Of Course I Care

Elegant, silky textures for the late-night dreamer.

Elegant taste

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your world is mine

Welthit 9 "School"

Elec T. Ron