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Recollecting -with Ramixjoe ♈︎

Anxious Chill

The Feathered Crown is a card of pride, loss, and the aftermath of hubris. It draws upon two rich veins of folklore — the Appalachian belief in a feathered crown found beneath a dying person’s pillow, and the ancient myth of the Sirens and the Muses. Together, these stories form a layered symbol of reckoning, the echoes of lost glory, and the burdens of victory.

In Appalachian tradition, discovering a tightly woven feathered crown in a pillow was often seen as a sign that the soul of the deceased had passed to heaven, a mysterious mark of spiritual judgment. In mythology, after the Muses defeated the Sirens in a singing contest, the Sirens were stripped of their wings as punishment for their arrogance. The Muses, triumphant, wove the plucked feathers into radiant crowns — symbols of their victory but also of the destruction they wrought.

This card stands at the intersection of triumph and regret. It speaks of victories that come at a cost, the spoils of conquest weighed down by lingering guilt or sorrow. The Feathered Crown reminds us that success without humility invites ruin. It asks whether our pursuits of recognition or superiority are worth the burdens we carry in their wake.

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Drums, Percussion, Keyboards: Ron Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Banjo, Lyre, Vocals, Midi: PS Perkins

Mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Dedicated to Josephine of the Mouse Folk

LYRICS
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I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
As you don your supple plumage, tell me did you win it truly
From the fairest maidens of Persephone?
Are your songs of grief and woe, are they songs of deep regret?
With feathers plucked from silvery Sirens wings?
Or from the tails of rainbow ravens perching just outside your window
Waiting for the passing ships to hear them sing
Waiting for the passing ships to hear you sing

Dashed upon the rotten rocks of harpy limbed nightingales
Where tides resound with death inducing cries
As the sailors climb and clamor for a seat upon the razor
And a melody to cling to as they die
Rejoicing in the arts of their inglorious ease,
Freely frolic where the churning waters flow
Diving from the clifftops, splashing down into the seas below
Charming in both poetry and prose
Alluring in both poetry and prose

Whosoever dare to wear the feathers in their hair
Like the parrot and the magpie in a cage
That we may divert our stare from the circling of the bear
While standing proud upon the heavens final stage
When the starry sisters nine, with their bellies full of wine
Have bested you at your own foolish games
And the ships all passing by which now leave you there to die
Having never even known your given names
Having never even known your real names

I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
Oh, Josephine, you should have known better.

The Feathered Crown

Special thanks to Ashesndreams for her acappella

Lyrics :
Baby no me pidas que me aparte
Yo ya te he buscado en todas partes
Solamente vengo a recordarte que estoy
Imaginandote
Una y otra vez
Que tu estas aqui conmigo
Acariciandome
No seas timido
Dejate querer
Que si dudas te prometo
Que vas a volver

No tengo miedo
Soy un kamikaze
Mi imaginacion se prende con lo que me haces
Diario yo te pienso
Te tengo en mis suenos
Eres el motor para escribir todos mis versos
No te voy a mentir te quiero todo pa mi

IMAGINANDOTE. 🎧.  feat  Ashesndreams

Well hello. Here’s some rustic Mountain Blues, played on extremely oxidized guitar strings, with me hollering from the mountain top. Hahahaha. The song hints at a personal authenticity, and the experience of possibly unraveling any prior conditioning (Pavlovian or otherwise) that may constrict our lives in some way. It’s also about the different personas we portray to the outside world. How we may act at work, or on a first date, or with our spouse, or kids, friends, enemies, those who hurt us, even our stage personas comes into play…. So this song is asking a lot of us. In other news, right now in June, the mountains are snow covered and it froze last night. That is late spring, early summer here. Gardenwise, this year, I am planting a lot more Brassicas: Kale, Cabbage and Broccoli, and they are growing well. I am going to try to fence off the carrot/beet beds, as the voles always eat more carrots and beets than I ever do. Onions, leeks and garlic have been growing since March. I transplanted 50 lettuce plants I grew from seed that I saved from last year’s lettuce. The berry bushes and fruit trees have really blossomed this year. There are squash, cukes, tomato and pepper plants inside by the window, to be transplanted outside next week, quite a mess… all of which keeps me busy…. Hahaha. Thanks for dropping by, hope you’re well, Mark

'Round Here'

SUMMER DREAM :  Copyright SCRT Records

another cool Ratzzz groove to deliver a little EWI-trumpet solo. Big thanks to my friend Hendrik !
@cosmic-ratzzz

lunatics 233 / I Feel Your Love / Ratzzz @ joerxworx

Invisible Agony

This track is the second track from my ep CHEMICAL. 120 BPM. 6m6s. The intro is long, but bear with it. It leads into a terrifyingly flashy and groovy tune. This was heavily influenced by Led Zeppelin and punk bands such as Primal Scream. CHEMICAL Link in Bio!

THERE IS LOVE

Pedal

(No GenAI used - My voice + Vst instruments)
J'ai écrit cette chanson en pensant à certains lanceurs d'alerte visionnaires et courageux dans notre histoire qui se sont battus et continuent  de se battre, souvent seuls au début, jamais dans leur intérêt mais pour un monde meilleur, quitte à chambouler leur vie à jamais
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J'ai marché loin des cartes
Et j'ai vu des choses qui n’existent pas encore
Des lumières dans la nuit, des arbres vieux qui chantent
Et la vie qui disait merci

Mes mots tombent, sans écho 
Tu regardes ailleurs, isolé dans tes écrans
Je trace des cercles dans le sable rouge de mon sang
Des idées debout dans un monde qui dort

J'ouvre les yeux, je suis seul sur Mars
J'entends mon cri dans le casque
Qui s'éteint dans un vide infini

J'ai pris la route sous un ciel sans phare
Cherchant l'esprit derrière le masque
Rien n'est écrit

Je grave des poèmes sur des vitres givrées
Quand tout est figé, exilé dans ma capsule 
Des mots laissés pour ceux qui pourraient me trouver 
Espérant qu’un jour, ils feront le détour

J'ouvre les yeux, je suis seul sur Mars 
J'entends mon cri dans le casque
Qui s'éteint dans un vide infini 

J'ai pris la route sous un ciel sans phare

Et personne ne croit
Le monde que je vois
Mon rêve et ma voix

Et c'est ici que je vis
(Et personne ne croit) 
Vis seul sur Mars
(Le monde que je vois)
Dans mon esprit
(Mon rêve et ma voix)

Et c'est ici que je vis
(Et personne ne croit) 
Seul sur Mars
(Le monde que je vois)
Dans mon esprit
(Mon rêve et ma voix)

Et personne ne croit 
Le monde que je vois
Mon rêve et ma voix

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I walked away from maps
And saw things that don't exist yet
Lights in the night, old trees singing
And life saying thank you

My words fall, without echo 
You look elsewhere, isolated in your screens
I draw circles in the sand, red with my blood
Ideas standing in a sleeping world

I open my eyes, I'm alone on Mars
I hear my cry in the helmet
Fading into an infinite void

I hit the road under a lighthouse-less sky
Searching for the spirit behind the mask
Nothing is written

I engrave poems on frosted glass
When everything is frozen, exiled in my capsule 
Words left for those who might find me 
Hoping that one day, they'll make the detour

I open my eyes, I'm alone on Mars 
I hear my cry in the helmet
Fading into an infinite void

I hit the road under a lighthouse-less sky

And no one believes 
The world I see
My dream and my voice

And this is where I live
(And nobody believes) 
Live alone on Mars
(The world I see)
In my mind
(My dream and my voice)

And this is where I live
(And nobody believes) 
Alone on Mars
(The world I see)
In my mind
(My dream and my voice)

And nobody believes 
The world I see
My dream and my voice

Seul sur Mars

A Musical Journey of FlexHead
Best known as a local Northern California Funk Band, FlexHead and their sound have developed and grown in popularity since 2015. Influenced by the community, culture, and sounds of their hometown, they perform music that speaks to fans across the musical spectrum. Their signature style has become synonymous with a diverse collection of melodies and compositions. This Funk Band is on the rise, and nothing can stop them from achieving the success they work so hard for. 

Contact FlexHead at FlexHeadFunk@gmail.com

Recollecting -with Ramixjoe ♈︎

FlexHead

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