Love a good garage rocker with a swampy feel!

Liking the verve, high energy, and music... great guitar riffing, vocals and inventive drum work.

@randolph-phillips-524934173: Free Listens :)  Cheers !!!

Thanks for all the great support.  You guys are the best!

Rocks hard and true...really hits the spot!

Recorded and mixed in Jeskola Buzz Tracker ...

Buzztler_Southamerica_(StonesWannabe)

Original Composition / Guitar / Bass / Lyrics / Vox / Production : Chris Dargay
Original Performance / Drums : Scott Tumino
Original Female Vox : Belle Angelson
Original Electric Organ : Laura Peskin
Original Lead Guitar : Matt Michener
Original Female Vox : Tracy 8

WaterSnake

WaterSnake – WaterSnake
Frogs that Jump – Frogs that Jump

WaterSnake – WaterSnake 
Frogs that Jump – Bumpin' Stumps

WaterSnake – In a Lake
Frogs that Jump are Bumpin' Stumps

WaterSnake – A Spiral Snake
Dancin Snake – Twist + Shake !!!

Yeah !!!!
Aw – Yeah !!!
I Said Yeah !!!
A – Aw – Yeah !!!!

RiverFish – RiverFish
Clever Fish the RiverFish
RiverFish the Clever Fish
Clever Fish that RiverFish

MagicFish you Grant my Wish
Tasty Fish – Get on my Dish
MagicFish you Grant my Wish
Tasty Morsels – Most Delish !!!

Oh Yeah – E – Yeah !!!
I Said Yeah !!!
Yeahhhhh !!!
I Yeah Ya Yeah !!!

WaterSnake

WaterSnake (TL) *Tracy

Freaky 2

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

Floe

Glad everyone has enjoyed Netdiver, I hope you all enjoy the remix!
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Nostromo [First Contact] (Netdiver Remix)

Original music by : FPMORINSTUDIO/François Pierre Morin musician composer

4/4 And 7/8 Bass And Beat

Super Magic

I keep a box 
and you can bet I keep it locked 
nightmares stuffed inside 
and 
I refuse to pay it any mind 
cause I know it’s all tangled and untame 
       So I refrain 
           yea       I refrain 

Ripples running cross the surface 
being chased
at any moment 
I’m capsized and rolling over 
and you know I want to blame the wave 
       the anger and the flame 
A fire in my belly
Lightening in my veins

Then I feel the shame 
       yea I feel the shame
so I put it all away 

In a box
I keep 
Buried at my feet 
all tangled and untame 

Yea
I feel the anger and the flame 
Fire in my belly 
Lightening in my veins

you know 
gotta put it back again

I Refrain (amped)

Life is amazing. Flowers grow in sidewalks, hawks make nests on top of skyscrapers, sun is warm, rain is life giving.
I think we complicate life by confusing it with "living" by goals and imposed "desires" that make us anxious: need more money/have to live in a penthouse/bigger faster cars/
It's not bad to work and produce but when you lose sight of mortality/empathy/sharing. then your "productivity" will not bring you satisfaction or peace.
we are very temporary. It is just as easy to care as it is to hoard and to help as it is to hate.
anyways I hope you enjoy this song.I'mplaying around with guitar notes, no structure just let the fingers go wherever whenever

tiny little lizard scampers on the screen
grabbing tight the wires with his tiny little feet
gets into a spot of sun that hits him on his back
he's so happy now I wish I could always feel like that

happy little firefly flits across the lawn
flashing bright his small tail light ,singing his happy song
nothing here to slow him down or cause him pain or fright
I wish that when I walk out side I'd always shine that bright

So I'm the only one in the world today
the only one here to sing and play
I put on my Sunday best
I say to heck with all the rest
I'm going to walk among flowers and trees
No people here to fear or please
I'll let the sun warm my back
I'll let my light shine bright
Not worry so much about living
but just go celebrate life

it's not that complicated

Q-The Island of Dr. Moog

Elements of Synergy is : Chris Dargay & Scott Tumino 
Collaborations Welcome!
Email me at :  Greffult@aol.com

WaterSnake (TL) *Tracy

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