Freak Radio - October 2020

wc 12 October 2020

I'VE BEEN HERE AND THERE

Now that's what I call TUNES

HOLD AND SING DELUXE RADIOWAVES

Mixed for Lillithe

Related tracks: 'TREES' AKA STRANGE FRUIT MIX 25.07.2020

If I Were You (Chris Knight Cover)

Hi everyone! 👋😄
My new song 'Just Hold Me' is out now.

This song was inspired from feelings I have for someone, and longing for them to just hold me.
I hope you find this song uplifting and as always thank you so much for listening and supporting my music. 🫂💛

Just Hold Me

CONSTANTINOPLE - ΚΩΝΣΤΑΝΤΙΝΟΥΠΟΛΗ

BBright x Modes About Me - Toothache Deluxe - E Minor - 95 BPM

Music: Composed, written, and performed by BBright
https://soundcloud.com/wolfgang-schwarz-01051902

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

Lyrics:

And I
I'm probably gonna leave
You're never gonna see me, see me
This shit comes easy yeah yeah yeah
Sad but true
Blue and mom and you
But what's words to a mute
Better get back I shoot
Better get back I knew
I could imagine the things that you do
I could be sad but I know the truth
And ima lay down, lay it down in the booth
It don't feel good when it come from the root
Creatures watch from clouds above
I'm son and blood and winged dove
Swingers club and penis pump me up
Your the chump if you think I'm dumb
Do you know what pain is
If you did I bet you would erase it
No shame just rain just rain
I can fall asleep with a toothache
Do you know what pain is
If you did I bet you would erase it
No shame just rain just rain

Modes About Me Pt. 1

Toothache Deluxe (Prod. BBright)

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2022, all rights reserved. Electronica with analog triangle and tambourine.
Thank you for listening :)
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Lyrics:
I´ve never known a router
Guiding me the way 
I am just a signal
Sent out every day.

Radiowaves, 
I got lost in radiowaves

Sending out a signal
Does anyone recieve it?
It seems to me, my signal
Has the wrong frequency

Radiowaves, 
I got lost in Radiowaves

A little tiny star
That can´t stop it´s pulsation
Sending out vibrations
In search of affiliation

Radiowaves, 
I got lost in Radiowaves

Depending on transmission 2x

Radiowaves

Dreaming about eating some great food while checking 
out a mega long parade! Enjoy. Music is Life!
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Remixed by LS / 2012.

Lagan's Parade feat Sheila Chandra ❤ Sinead O'Connor Rip

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves: Drums / Drum arrangement
Hans Albers: All instruments, backing vox, arrangement & production

Cover art by Jooinn.

This is a totally stolen idea gleaned from another one of those phone conversations with my brother Gary. We talk to each other every few days and normally end up sounding like two old men sitting on a park bench putting the World to rights.

I’m sure a lot of what we say has been said many times before (what hasn’t?) but one day, out of the blue, Gal says to me “ Sometimes I find things too difficult to deal with. I would love the opportunity to step off the world for just one second and clear my head a bit...” At the time I just accepted it as the type of thing we say to each other but two days after the phone call the idea of stepping off the world to escape the pressures of daily life returned when I was playing my guitar. The words “I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off” fitted with what I was playing and the start of a new opus was born.

Once a song seems complete, I generally record a quick demo and send it off to Gal to see if it has any potential. If he thinks it has, between us we try to put a better demo together to send to Hans.  If he thinks it’s any good, he’ll work on an arrangement and more often than not sends back something back that sounds way better than what we’d imagined.  

We might chip in a few ideas here and there (as Gal did with a totally new drum arrangement on this) but Hans is definitely the one that gives it most of it’s final shape and sound.  I love every step of the songwriting process.  It provides a kind of therapy and the creative process gives every day purpose and interest.  You could say it’s my way of stepping off the world for a short moment.
(Terry Reeves)

I’m stepping off the world
To give myself a chance
For a moment of reflection
Avoid the need to dance 
One thousand miles per hour
Never firmly on the ground 
Gravity with no connection 
Spinning fast head going round 

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
Stepping off the world 

No New Year's Revolution 
Rotating much too fast 
Survival of the fittest
Fittest days are in the past
Step off every Monday
Not back until Tuesday week
One moment makes a difference
Like a lifetime so to speak

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
Stepping off the world

Don’t want to give a reason
Good feelings are oppressed 
Try different constellation 
Laying down has more interest
Stepping off a single second 
With no single past regret
Not a care for single thinking 
Avoid joining one single thread

Stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off
I’m stepping off, I’m stepping off the world
Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world, Stepping off the world...

STEPPING OFF THE WORLD - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Fast paced a lot going on. You might need to listen a few times to get into the groove and spot all the lil details in there. Was inspired to drop some beats on it just for fun! Thanks IPG1 for keeping this genre alive for me! *Respect
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IPG1 - The new direction
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/the-new-direction-now-100-bpm
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Remixed by LS / 2022.

Rap Is Not Dead feat IPG1

Music & Lyrics: Eddy Mango

MIRACLES

Lazy I want to feel lazy day,
let it be real.
Come back again let it be true.
Oh I´m longing for you I do...
Lazy day I say come back and stay.

Miracles you don´t think It´s true..
Miracles but it can happen to you..
Suddenly when all hope is gone,
the miracle is on.

Sunny days are back again and we sing,,,
sunshine refrain.
All the way we feel okey,,,
never leave us sunny sunny day.


Miracles. ( 1998 ) Eddy Mango-Margareta Theorin ( Eddy )

Evocative song to listen to without hurry... most serious job I've done lately, say no more.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

SI TÚ ME FALTARAS  /  IF I MISSED YOU

Abre tu risa mis ojos,  /  Your laugh opens my eyes,
olor a café por la mañana…  /  smell of coffee in the morning…
Para murmurarte un beso  /  So as to whisper you a kiss
me levanto de la cama.  /  I get up from the bed.

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

Me despierta muy temprano  /  Wakes me up very early
el olor de tu cuerpo a mi lado.  /  the smell of your body beside me.
Para que se haga de noche pronto  /  So that it gets dark soon
rápidamente me he levantado.  /  I have got up fast.

Siento que mi vida se desliza por el sabor tan suave de tu cuello y de tus besos.  /
I feel my life slips along such a soft flavor of your neck and your kisses.

Puedo ser ligero como el aire y filtrarme con mi fuego en tus sueños y en tus deseos.  /
I can be as light as air and percolate with my fire into your dreams and your desires.

Busco el momento cada día de volver para gozarte, para olerte, para amarte…  /
I look for the moment every day to come back so as to enjoy you, to smell you, to love you … 

para amarte, sí, aaaay! para amarte.  /  to love you, yes, aaaay! to love you.

Juega tu lengua en mi cerebro,  /  Your tonge plays in my brain,
recorren mi espalda tus caricias.  /  your caresses cross my back.
Miro el reloj y suspiro,  /  I look at the clock and sigh,
deseando que acabe el día.  /  wishing the day to finish. 

Aaaay! Si tú me faltaras  /  Aaaay! If I missed you
aaaay! de tedio moriría.  /  aaaay! I’d die of weariness.

ER40FI07

Si tú me faltaras (de tedio moriría)

Hiya! I've just recently had to translate my love for the Art of Urban Cycling - which i do practice frequently... i mean the peaceful rides on sometimes crowded streets.. (not having extreme sports on my mind here) So i just had to translate it into this little wicked song, apparently! 

Edit: It may be work in progress, i'm still not sure if i will shape this experiment into something more or less different. 
But i have definitely overlistened these sIcK vIbEs so far, so i need a break. :)

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless!  Cheers!

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➤ Credits: just want to say that freesound.org is great and the "Creative Commons 0" area. That's how i managed to find and implement some urban recordings into this little trip of a track.

The Art of Urban Cycling (v.1)

『荒廃した世界 ~Devastated World~』
作曲 / Papyrusたくや

【Music Video】
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWJagjIIyEQ

荒廃した世界 ~Devastated World~

Featuring Jake Smith reading 1984

There's no escape from the telescreen. Or is there? Learn here how WiFi sees you. 

https://youtu.be/-hL0eiJu9SE?si=uvdF5mTugL5t4wPj

From The Age Of Solitude

Metaphor

Into The Mind And Awaking Dreams

Into The Mind And Awaking Dreams **FREM

Composed, played, recorded and mixed by Davor Dojchinovich. 
Recorded and mastered at Happy Cloud Studio Seattle 5/25/2020
Davor: Piano, Bass Guitar, Fretless Bass Guitar, Guitar, Keyboards, Percussions, Vocals Programming, Guitar Sampling and Production.

Southern Sun

Another of the Terribly moving Songs I learnt from Nina Simone and Billy Holiday I thought it best to share and Extract From the Essay by Cary O’Dell Added to the American National Registry in 2002

Billie Holiday Original label Abel Meeropol 
(Poet, Writer aka Lewis Allan/Publisher)

Considering the vivid images and sustained metaphor of the song “Strange Fruit,” it shouldn’t be surprising that it began as a poem. It was written by Abel Meeropol (1903-1986), a teacher, poet and songwriter, who published under the name Lewis Allan. Along with “Strange Fruit the brutal power of “Strange Fruit,” a tale of a lynching told via the rich description of a lifeless body hanging from a flowering tree:

Southern trees bear a strange fruit 
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze 
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees 
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth 
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burning flesh! 
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck 
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Trees aka Strange Fruit

HOME of Sheila G-La

'TREES' AKA STRANGE FRUIT MIX 25.07.2020

Demo 

A Love Song ( Ft The Mongolian Death Beetles )

The GrOOvebOx is an "ideas and support" collective
with no specific genre barriers, just alternative open minds.

Please click link for lyrics and further information about this track, 
and if you like it here, it would be nice to like it there as well : 
https://soundcloud.com/a-saner-world/savages

A Saner World - Savages

Wake up and smell the coffee
It smells much better than the mess you've made
Games up you've been acknowledged
For all the damaging games you played

CHORUS
I can't forgive all the grief you caused
I can't forget how my whole life paused
But I can tell you now that I've sourced you from this Ouija board

You're dead but not forgotten
Well by most people but not by me
You can't wake, can't smell the coffee
I hope the floor you stand on is fiery

CHORUS

I look up to give a prayer
But I can't bring myself a single nice word
Anyway I really should look down
Because you're smouldering in the heat, I heard

CHORUS

Ouija Board

Thick soup of chaos

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4E91iv6ciiQBtsyQaprtug

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2z2ugiTNppfcvhmUq8ocsY?si=ooZFkaWIQI29JN7KRHe84Q

Another Time

OUT OF TIME

All Instruments By Martin Reed,
Produced By Martin Reed.

Tokyo Nights

Nibblets

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Jason Mowry and Carlos Vivanco
Final mix by Jason Mowry
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Ampersands

La Danza De Los Huesos

Check out my new album 'Consecutive Correlation' available digitally worldwide via Tokyo's fantastic label @breadandcakerecords ! Buy/stream it here: fanlink.to/KyleEgret-CC

The song "The Last Time" is written, performed and produced by Kyle Egret.

www.kyleegret.de

The Last Time

stone catcherye (@stonecatcherye): lyrics, vocals & guitars
unearth noise (@unearth-noise): bass, lead guitar & guitars
bitzone (@bitzone): keys, drums, percussion, mix & graphics

Outnumbered

I know you struggle with math
and I'll add
you have the mind to subtract
a fraction

you blocked a volcano's hole
how'd you expect that to go?

I know you struggle with thought
frayed and fraught
you have a mind to be bought
so distraught
push me past lines in the sand 
and god am

you own a lackluster soul
one I wouldn't like to know

I knocked but no one was home
only one oar was in that boat

rather pass joint to your hand
understand?

and this is no game
divine just feels divine inside your brain
and there is no shame

get off on my pain
and I will overload my pain to feign
and math is so great

Outnumbered

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

A cover (okay, let's call it a "remake") of the fabulous late-70s "E la luna bussò" by Loredana Berté. I used to play this one with a band a few years ago, and I immediately fell in love with the lyrics.

Obviously I have maneuvered myself out of the comfort zone once more --- apart from the usual walks on very thin ice with singing and trying to get meaningful notes out of a guitar, this time it is about Reggae and strings programming (both things that I have tried to avoid so far in my musical life). Anyway, if you think that violins and cellos do not fit to Reggae: yes, you are right.

Special thanks to Tyler Cressman for having proof-read the lyrics translation!

And the moon knock-knocked on the gloomy gates of darkness
"Come on let me in!" -- but they replied "no!"
So the moon went knockin' on the place where there was silence
But a rude voice yelled: "You're late and time's already up"
So the moon left the windows open and she went to find and see

To find and do something for the time being
After having shed some tears
About another "no", about some other "no"
From the ocean (you're nothing but a pond, man!)

And the moon knock-knocked on shaded glasses
But the look behind them didn't notice her
So the moon went and tried "knock-knock-knock-knock-knock" on a pool party
"Strictly members only, no exception for moons!"
So she rolled over champagne and caviar and she went to find and see

To find and do something for the time being
After having shed some tears
About another "no", about some other "no"
From a waiter
Oh no

But then down there, almost by chance
Closer to the sidewalk, where what you see is real
But then down there, where no moon needs to knock
Between the lashes of a child, to let him fall asleep
And then down there, between tatters, tears and love
Where luck is luxury: there we need you, moon!
And yes down there, almost by chance
Closer to the sidewalk, where what you see is real
Between the lashes of a child, to let him fall asleep
Between tatters, tears and rags, to let us fall in love:
there we need you, moon!

(ad libs)
Sidewalk boogie
(more ad libs)

And The Moon Knock-Knocked

Take a special time to listen to this track / listen loud enough ! / please enJoy !

Shadow dancers

They Cut Off Our Hands To Save Us From Splinters

Life Could Be So Wonderful

Life Could Be So Wonderful **FREM & Special Cecilia

An Angelic Dub fusion!!

Vocals from A sample pack.

RiZLiX - Angel Dub

Keeping on fiddling while Rome is burning. Some of my therapists say that music is sublimation which is a good thing.

Profile pic by Antonino Muscarello :-)

And The Moon Knock-Knocked

Florian Lüthi