A SPELL WAS DONE BY THE TRICKY BIRD

℗ © Copyright 2024 Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic.
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (capo 3rd fret)
Photography:
Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES AND LYRICS:
Let the rain come down 
Take this river to the sea
Let the rain come down
Take this river to the sea
Way out here
Just the rain and the river and me

Let the rain come down 
The things this old river has seen 
Let the rain come down 
The things this old river has seen
Way out here
It’s just the rain and the river me

From the top of this hill 
How this river flows
Doing what a river does 
What a river knows 
Let the rain come down 
Take the river where the river goes 

Let the rain come down 
What will be will be 
Let the rain come down 
What will be will be 
Way out here
Just the rain and the river and me

The Rain and The River and Me

Journey To Phobos (432Hz)

Première pensée   (Translated after French text )
Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/NYPOfarT2w0
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans le vase de mon cœur
L’amour est à ras bord.
Dans le tien, une fleur
T'offre une nouvelle aurore.
Dans le sol de mon cœur
S’est ouverte une crevasse.
Le tien, d’heure en heure,
Se durcit et se tasse.
Dans la salle de bain
Où j'me rends présentable,
Je n'me trouve plus aimable
Et je te cherche en vain.
Mes yeux n’ont pas compris,
Immobiles dans la glace,
Butés comme des impasses,
Et ce corps inutile...
Quand viendra-t-il ce jour
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton langage,
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton visage,
Où ma première pensée
Sera d'boire un café ?
Je voudrais comme toi
Etre hors la loi d’amour,
Mais je suis condamnée
A te faire vivre toujours.
Je voudrais comme toi
Faire juste un demi-tour
Et t’avoir oublié.
Dis-moi comment tu fais.


First thought

In the vase of my heart
Love is overflowing.
In yours, a flower
Offers you a new dawn.
In the soil of my heart
A crack has opened.
Yours, hour by hour,
Hardens and settles.
In the bathroom
Where I make myself presentable,
I no longer find myself lovable
And I search for you in vain.
My eyes have not understood,
Motionless in the mirror,
Stubborn like dead ends,
And this useless body...
When will that day come
When my first thought
Will not be of you,
When my first thought
Will not be your face,
When my first thought
Will be to drink a coffee?
I would like, like you,
To be outside the law of love,
But I am condemned
To keep you alive forever.
I would like, like you,
To just turn around
And forget you.
Tell me how you do it.

Première pensée avec Muette

Quoting Statement 052 by Per Bronco Karlsson. The lyrics are a quote from The Employees by Olga Ravn.

Quoting Statement 052

An electro jazz pop song about human relationships—something like advice from an older to a younger person.

Unwritten Rules (remix 2025)

hot summer

this came from the first drum take recorded in my new downsized studio. kids needed larger rooms and my partner, Monika Jean, moved in, so sacrifices had to be made. most of the drums are gone. what you hear on this track are odds and ends i could squeeze into a corner. floor tom as a kick, broken hi hat that wont open, etc etc. surprisingly i tend to enjoy frankenstein drum sets more than full ones. the whole "making something out of nothing" spirit tends to inspire me most. 

the soul is one

My favourite club is definitely Foufoune Paradise on Dagon Street.

Lyrics :

Foufoune paradise on Dagon Street,
the neon hums your name in liquid gold,
a symphony of shadows and damp heat,
where the secrets of the night unfold.

I meet you there in the pulsing lights,
your laughter tangled in the bassline’s sway,
a scented silhouette against the velvet sky,
dripping honey, melting time away.

(Chorus)
Oh, let's get wild, set the demons free
In this electric moment, just you and me
In your slutty mini skirt, your moves entice
There’s no place like Foufoune paradise.

The air is thick with sweat and desire,
your fingers trace the rhythm on my spine,
a language spoken only in the scarlet fire
of glances lost in your glass of wine.

Dagon Street breathes in our tangled steps,
Your silky curves crave for my gentle touch,
Your marble lips taste of stolen breaths,
The world dissolves to just this much.

(Chorus)
Oh, let's get wild, set the demons free
In this electric moment, just you and me
In your slutty mini skirt, your moves entice
There’s no place like Foufoune paradise.

The city hums a lullaby of chrome,
but here, we are the only truth it knows,
a fleeting spark, a wild, wandering poem,
our bodies tangled in afterglow’s throes.

When dawn ejaculates its haze of gray,
we’ll fade like echoes in the alley’s sigh,
but Foufoune’s pulse will linger, soft and sly,
a ghost of us beneath the streetlight’s eye.

Foufoune Paradise

TRICK and TREAT

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered using Logic.
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in open C Sharp tuning (Capo 9th Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

Having originally released this song on Soundcloud in 2021, I am delighted that the wonderful violinist Jessica Elisabeth has added her beautifully crafted playing to this remixed and remastered track. 

I hope you enjoy listening to this new version of one of my personal favourites.


LYRICS: 
These thoughts go drifting by
And I watch them fade away
Where they come from I don’t know
Where they go, who can say
It seems that there is always
A lesson to be learned
Another twist in the story
As the pages get turned

So I put on my walking shoes
Take it steady, take it slow
Turn my collar to the rain
Breathe in deep and let it go 

What are the rules in this game
Are there any rules at all?
These thoughts go drifting by
And down the waterfall
It seems that there is always
A lesson to be learned
Another chapter in the story
As the pages get turned

So I put on my walking shoes
Take it steady, take it slow
Turn my collar to the rain
Breathe in deep and let it go

Now I’m standing by the river
At the foot of the mountainside
Will the grass be any greener
Over on the other side
It seems that there is always
A lesson to be learned
Another time, another story
As the pages get turned

So I put on my walking shoes
Take it steady, take it slow
Turn my collar to the rain
Breathe in deep and let it go

My Walking Shoes Feat Jessica Elisabeth

My Walking Shoes Featuring Jessica Elisabeth

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision bass and Gibson SG electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and piano
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST string and VST sax
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson custom T model electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Epiphone Les Paul electric guitar

This cover of the CCR version of this Screaming Jay Hawkins classic began as an idea Josh had for Eclectic Collective putting on a musical Halloween costume. He was inspired by his favorite band, Phish, who cover an entire album every Halloween as a musical costume. Although, which song we covered was up for debate from the start. 
  Once we decided on a song, Josh laid down the skeleton for it on his '71 SG. Once we had a framework to work with, Ken laid down his rocking drums, followed by Josh completing the rhythm section by adding his trusty P-bass. Even though the song was now in its infancy, Carl summoned all his Halloween spirit for his dynamic vocal performance.  
  Now that it was sounding like a real song, JJ dropped both the key piano part, as well as his expressive organ in there, too. Mark wasn't far behind, adding his magic via the sax to the solo section, and strings in the third verse. Stephen came through with the spooky tremolo guitar and the fiery first half of the guitar solo in the solo section right after. And to put the cherry on the musical sundae, Tez brought the lightning down for the second half of the guitar solo, as well as the solo work that leads the whole way to the end.
  We all enjoyed bringing this classic song back to life, and doing it in the spirit of what may be the most fun holiday on the callendar. We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it. Happy Halloween!

I Put a Spell on You by Screaming Jay Hawkins-- Happy Halloween! (Eclectic Collective)

Bird

This is how it’s done / FRAWSTAKWA & Paploviante
Lyrics and vocals written and performed by FRAWSTAKWA
@frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/tobedetermined-frawstakwa/this-is-how-its-done-160bpm
Paploviante: Music, Bass, other Instruments, Mix and Mastering

This is how it’s done (frawstakwa&Paploviante)

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Reality of Higher Consciousness - Radical Curiosity
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4 pm central european time
zone tea time - happy sunday
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Reality of Higher Consciousness - Radical Curiosity

HAZARD ZONE. CHEMICAL CHAOS. A high-speed descent into toxic oblivion. "TOXIC WASTE" hits like a corrosive chemical spill—fast, dangerous, and leaving destruction in its wake. The synths are dizzying and high-pitched, contrasting with a thick, murky bassline, creating a feeling of intoxicated frenzy. The flow is an unrelenting stream of consciousness, a warning sign to anyone who dares to approach. You've been exposed. There is no cure.

TOXIC WASTE

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

No siempre he estado aquí (Soy imperfecto)

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

Brain Hop

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popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024

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An artist is someone who creates or expresses ideas, emotions, or visions through a chosen medium, aiming to communicate, inspire, or evoke a response.

This definition embraces all forms of creativity—visual, musical, literary, or performance—and emphasizes the purpose of connection and expression rather than formal titles or external validation.

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Brain Hop

Brain Hop is a musical genre invented by the artist FICTIONALIVE on Monday, December 1st, 2025, at 1:24 PM. The genre seeks to bring depth, intellect, and philosophical reflection into contemporary music, emphasizing thoughtful lyricism, conceptual frameworks, and cognitive engagement across styles. Brain Hop differentiates itself from much mainstream music by prioritizing meaningful content, complex themes, and a cerebral approach to structure, rhythm, and sound design.

The creation of Brain Hop responds to the perception that a lot of current music leans heavily on surface-level entertainment while neglecting intellectual and existential depth. It aims to provide an artistic space where artists explore profound social, political, and existential issues through innovative production and poetic or experimental vocal delivery. Brain Hop can interact with hip-hop, electronic, pop, or experimental traditions, but is defined above all by its focus on ideas and reflection rather than by any single beat pattern or instrumentation.

​As of its inception, Brain Hop is positioned as an emerging genre within underground and alternative music scenes, promising to attract listeners and creators who value music that stimulates both mind and soul.
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