FUNNY CASTING IN A PLANET OF SOULS

05Nov25

Copy of Your Mix 5

I decided to take another stab at this song (went down a rabbit hole for about 10 hours and completely re-played and re-sang the song).  I struggled with the vocals on my original version so I changed the key to E which made it easier to sing.   
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Guitar:   strumming my Taylor 114CE
Organ: playing my midi keyboard with Native instruments clarinet organ
Wurlitzer 200A  Keys: playing my midi Keyboard with logic Wurlitzer sound.
Wurlitzer 200A:  EZ Keys 2
Bass: PG Music Real track
Drums: EZ drummer 3
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Lyrics
In the planet of the ape’s movie in 1968
Astronauts crash landed on a planet that was in a sorry state
They stumbled across a society intelligent of apes who could speak
And there were humans, but they were mute and weak
They’d been asleep in their hibernation pods and 2006 years had elapsed
And somewhere during that time humanity had collapsed
And the astronauts didn’t realize they were on the planet where they’d been born as the apes hunted them and they hid in a field of corn
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that monkey fate, hope we smarten up
I wonder what those apes are thinking as they’re sitting in their cages at the zoo
Are they biding their time, making plans for what they’re goanna do
Are they dreaming of the day when they’re on the other side of that glass wall
Are they patiently counting the minutes, waiting for humanities downfall
The apes killed one of the astronauts and they stuffed him and put him on display j
Just like trophy hunters do with animals today
The Astronaut named Taylor, he got shot in the throat
He was unable to talk, so he got a pen and showed the apes what he wrote
The apes realized he was intelligent, and it shook them to their core
And the forbidden zone was a place they weren’t supposed to explore
Taylor met a girl he named Nova, she couldn’t talk but she was pretty.
A couple of apes helped them escape to what used to be New York city
And they rode together on a horse on a beach that looked like the west coast
Until they found that statue and realized humanity was toast
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that Monkey Fate, hope we smarten up
The planet of the ape’s is supposed to be science fiction
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be an accurate depiction

Planet Of The Apes V 2.0

I used a phrase from a comment I received from Stars Mighty Fine as the title.
First, I see a chaotic array of tones, and then I try to create some kind of structure from that chaos. I think the process of composing is simply trying to control the song and sound with all my might.

We Control with All My Might (357)

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Timeless Floating In Space / Open Collab Offer

The music for this song was written years ago for a different band I was in.  The original title was "Where's Tomorrow Go?" and had different lyrics, and was sung by another singer.  Unfortunately, that band is no longer active, and I always liked the instrumental I'd made for this tune, so I finally decided to redo it with my own lyrics and vocals.  I figure a more serious song is in order after my last upload.  I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

Another wasted day has come to pass
Another page left blank in my book
Even if I try to scribble something down
Who the hell would ever want to take a look
I just can’t think of where to start it all
But I think I know how it will end
The second act is dragging on for too long
As I figure out the message it will send

Always find myself needing to be the villain
Could never see myself being the lead
A good protagonist needs to be stimulating
Something to relate to that I don’t have, but I need
I suppose I’m just looking for an excuse
To justify my existential dread
The prologue doesn’t lead up to any intro
Will I have the nerve to write any words before I’m dead 

Sometimes I wonder if it’s my vocabulary
Or if it’s lack of motivation
That prevents me from articulating the words
That would paint the mental illustration
A picturesque account of something more than life
To be remembered for the ages to come
Can I be the hero, or the mischief maker?
Can I find the courage to do what must be done?

In a hundred years will there be anything
Left to prove that I existed at all
What would it take for people to remember me?
A legendary rise to fame, then perhaps a great fall
Good deeds are so often forgotten about
Yet evil doings are immortalized
Who remembers the benevolent Roman Leaders
When the evil ones intrigue us more

The Book Of Life

Solar Flare Awakening Soul

P-Billowing Grove

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

Suffocated by my dreams terrorized by my life. 

Conversations in my mind creep through secret tunnels, stepping out into the light of open spaces. 

I feel the blood draining from my face, as I hear whispers of denial from pristine cages mingling with homeless mothers. 

Who loved the day and pray for another. 

The dying embers of freedom colors are fading into the blackest of nights. 

Walking through shadows that leave the mist of time, my fingers are holding fragment of what’s left of my life

To Them Who Drift Aimlessly

Hoping you enjoy this latest song  , Gary has  added all  of the beautiful vocals , harmonies and lyrics too! 
Thank you for all of your kind plays reposts and  playlists!

Vocals  :- Gary Scott
Lyrics  :- Gary Scott
Music and arrangements : Annette Scott
(C) 2025



Cast Away (Ft Gary Scott)

It is a great honor to introduce this special musical project set to the powerful and beautiful poetry of the extraordinary Nobel Prize-winning Chilean poet Gabriela Mistral. This work was made possible with the kind permission of the Gabriela Mistral Foundation.
I want to give special thanks to the remarkable soprano Maribel Villarroel, whose stunning voice gave life and soul to each piece. Her deeply personal interpretation and awe-inspiring vocals brought authenticity and passion to this music. I am equally grateful to the brilliant pianist and arranger René Calderón, whose sensitivity and artistry are infused into every note. Their talent, dedication, and collaborative spirit have taken this project to levels I could only dream of as a composer.
Gabriela Mistral’s poems speak to the heart with timeless emotion, strength, and depth. Creating music for her words was both a challenge and a privilege, an emotional journey that led us to deep connections with her legacy and message.
The visual side of this release is also something I’m excited to share. The album cover was created by the outstanding Chilean artist Giovanni Gellona, whose artwork beautifully reflects the emotion and atmosphere of the music and Mistral’s poetry, and projects both her dignity and lovingness.
This album is not just a musical interpretation; it is a tribute to Chilean culture, poetry, and artistic collaboration. I hope listeners around the world can feel the love, effort, and respect behind every note.
I invite you to experience Gabriela Mistral’s poetry through this musical lens and share it with others who might be moved by it. 
With gratitude,
Pamela Illanes-Tatsuoka
©2025Pamela Illanes-Tatsuoka.All Rights Reserved.

La Medianoche
(Letra del poema “La Medianoche” de Gabriela Mistral)

Fina, la medianoche.
Oigo los nudos del rosal:
la savia empuja subiendo a la rosa.

Oigo
las rayas quemadas del tigre
Real: no le dejan dormir.

Oigo
la estrofa de uno
y le crece en la noche 
como la duna.

Y después nada oigo
sino que voy cayendo 
en los muros de Arlés
llenos de sol…

La Medianoche

in the cavern

made w ith trombone, BLASTY the hollow tube, *new* hand drum 12 inch, looper, other mic, amp, and zoom h1 "trusty", and NCH editing
woe woe months of treatment and bedrest to follow, pain, suffering all around woe woe
injury in the night
woe........
BUT on the bright side i am trapped in my music studio/living room all day and half the night :D so i can make music in between caregiving duties :)
last time this happened i took 1000s of photo of the birds and squirrels outside the window. that actually worked for the good so ....
maybe it is lucky :)

november lament - my mother is injured - woe woe unto us

Remix by D4NA https://soundcloud.com/d4n4

The Morose Diaries - Rhino (D4N4 Remix)

Log_20251104（demo）

SharlaMae My Heart Remembers .mp3

Songster version was a little ‘copla’ about not being able to be with, nor without, a loved person.  As usual, I’ve ‘upgraded’ it, process from which you only get the final result, normally. 

But, following lyrics’ contradictions, I not only serve parts with different levels of (dis)order in heavy rock - flamenco sauce, but raw vs very cooked parts as well, starting with the improvised phone recording of the very first idea I had to develop the song, so please excuse my failures and noises.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)  /  I know where you're coming from (Don’t you leave again)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pena,        /  when you come with that sweet sad face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes llorando sin que te duela,     /  when you come crying without any pain,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando dices que quieres hablar conmigo,  /  when you say that you want to talk to me,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando quieres estar al lado mío,                /  when you want to be by my side,

te veo venir (x3)                                           /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pilla,          /  when you come with that sweet sly face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa sonrisa, chiquilla,    /  when you come with that smile, little girl,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

ER33FI03 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016


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Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)

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