My old mac  dieth a death so here's a bit of a kitchen table bash around .   My fingers are not what they were so i play what i can find.  someday I'll probably wind up bashing out a beat with my head on the refrigerator and singing along. I hope you are all well. If you're dead you'll obviously know it's nothing to worry about...                                I woke up this morning or at least I think that I did...I found my medication and I wrestled with the lid....my bathroom mirror is telling me that I'm not half the man I used to be.....

. I've got a hole in my gut I'm really feeling my age, I'm paying the price for my wicked little ways, I was out last night with a woman from the moon, she says that better days are coming and they're coming soon but I ain't half the man I used to be.

Half the Man. ( Stevek )

UN HOMME MAGNIFIQUE


HE’S A SPIRITUAL MAN IN A MATERIAL WORLD
LA VIE A SON PRIX ASTRONOMIQUE
HE CAN’T STAND A SNIPE BUT LOVES ANY BLUEBIRD
LE CIEL EST ORNITHOLOGIQUE
C’EST LOGIQUE 
MAIS ERIC
EST JUSTE UN HOMME MAGNIFIQUE
YES ERIC
C’EST LE CAPITAINE FANTASTIQUE
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

HE DOESN’T CARE FOR DOUGH 
AND DOESN’T GO FOR  BLING BLING
IL SE MOQUE DE GAGNER DES BRIQUES
THE SPEEDIEST OF QUAKERS WITH NO SOCIAL STANDING
NON SA CAROTTE N’EST PAS LE FRIC
C’EST LOGIQUE
CAR ERIC 
IL MET LES VOILES SUR SON BRICK
YES ERIC
C’EST JUSTE UN MEC FANTASTIQUE
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

HE’S A SMOOTH NAVIGATOR
A LEGENDARY CHRISTMAS CAKE MAKER

 
CAR ERIC
IL MET SES PAROLES EN MUSIQUE
YES ERIC
C’EST LE CAPITAINE FANTASTIQUE
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

HE WILL JUMP ON ANY BOAT COS HE CAN’T STAND THE BEACH
AIN’T THAT TYPIQUE OF ERIC
SO YOU CAN ASK MCGURK LE STUMBLE OR DOBSER
THEY’LL TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF MAGIC
IT’S A KIND OF MAGIC


FÉERIC
MAGNIFIQUE
YES ERIC
POÉTIQUE ERIC
SOMETIMES ÉROTIQUE
FANTASMAGORIC ERIC

UN HOMME MAGNIFIQUE (Lyrics) Song for Eric

Song recipe: Borrow chords from the CCR Songbook that my Dad gave me for my 12th birthday, play some distorted Elmore James guitar licks, shout some vocals, become a human beatbox, add black magic, press record.
Adding to the guitar player meets the devil mythology. 

Lyrics:
When John met the Devil
The Devil was in a hole
And the Devil said to John:
Give me your hand, and I will give you riches like you've never known
Just give me your hand, John
I'll give you riches like you've never known
I'll give you a brand new (to you)
Gently used mobile home

Oh, John, don't worry about the bad
Cause the bad sleep well
Every single night
I'll leave you lots of whisky and bones
With meat...
Meat on them bones!

You can have all the love that you want
From these bathing beauties
in this Devil factory
It's like a bad restaurant
That's not very good
But you can have all you want
Understood?

One man's good luck charm
Is another man's burden
One man's suicide tree
Is just another man's shade

John, I can give you guile
Vanquish demons
I can keep you in style
Indulge your Id ego
I'll help you keep it under control
Hey John, Let me out of this hole
Get me out of this hole
Give me your hand, John!
Your hand John
Lift me up and out of the hole

John Meets The Devil (Act 1)

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

The Mysterious Decibel X Mahan Mahan - A Septic Journey (FREE DOWNLOAD)

"Backfire" is a song about false friends and wishing that their toxic shoots fire back at them. However, your wish stays a wish, because your pride and dignity keeps you from causing harm. 
Lemonbrew started the collaboration with a catchy and energetic rock progression. I rearranged the song and wrote lyrics and a vocal melody. Later, Flinn joined us to rock out the vocals. Thank you very much for collaborating, it's been a lot of fun!

Lemonbrew: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production
Nadine de Macedo: arrangement, lyrics
Flinn: vocals

Where to find us:
https://www.myownmusic.de/LEMONBREW/
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://www.youtube.com/@Flinn_Edits

Cover Illustration by Salvatore / https://www.instagram.com/creative_salvatore13

==== LYRICS ====

You wasted my precious time
on spreading rumours and lies
Shooting me in  a drive-by
drawing me into riptide

I'll catch this ricochet
I gonna... misbehave and disobey,
I wanna... 

Watch how burn your fingers and...
build a castle on quicksand
or wade through wasted land
(Of course I wanna...)

Catch a ball and I fire it back to you!
Catch you out and I fire it back to you!
Catch hell and I fire it back 
And again and again and again 
That's what you make me do!

So I light up a light
To escape from the twilight
Not ready for the limelight
Not ready to start a fight

I'll catch this ricochet
I gonna... misbehave and disobey!

Catch a ball and I fire it back to you!
Catch you out and I fire it back to you!
Catch hell and I fire it back 
And again and again and again 
That's what you make me do!

That's what you make me do!

One day, I gonna be tough
give way for vengeance and grudge
I'll push you into the sludge
Where there is noone to judge

And I wanna... 

Catch a ball and I fire it back to you!
Catch you out and I fire it back to you!
Catch hell and I fire it back 
And again and again and again 
That's what you make me do!

That's what you made me do!

Backfire

Homage to Relativity Theory's Centenary & Mr. Albert Einstein.
Based on a delightful 6/4 main theme by https://soundcloud.com/exploderamera, we offer to the listener some variations on 5/4, 4/4 & 2/4 signatures, relatively round composition, lotta love, and two questions...
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Music: ExploderaMera and E-Ruizzo
Lyrics: Albert Einstein
Vocals & Artwork: ExploderaMera
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There are five houses.
The Englishman lives in the red house.
The Spaniard owns the dog.
Coffee is drunk in the green house.
The Ukrainian drinks tea.
The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house.
The Old Gold smoker owns snails.
Kools are smoked in the yellow house.
Milk is drunk in the middle house.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The man who smokes Chesterfields lives in the house next to the man with the fox.
Kools are smoked in the house next to the house where the horse is kept.
The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice.
The Japanese smokes Parliaments.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house"

Now, who drinks water?
Who owns the zebra?

ER00EC12

Einsteins's Riddle (with ExploderaMera)

Cold Man(Version 2)

Golden Horizon

This is Poetry

Tomorrow will be a better day
A brighter day
Your sorrows will melt away
Be swept away
Together we will stand
Hand in hand
Looking towards our better days

Written mostly on the Roland Octopad, Korg M50 & AKAI MPC500

Tomorrow will be a better day

Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day - demo

Level

Too Soft for Sound

Come see what's new: https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions

Amateur composer, home musician, sharing music, feedback and support around the cloud. Previously poet and songwriter, now exploring the edges of modern music.

These demos (click on titles for lyrics & +info) are intended to be played with/by a real group, someday...