Microchip

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

At a booth in the back of the room.  With a smile across your face.  Observing, absorbing dim light.  As a shadow fills the space.   Hang on, it’s just a memory.  Hang on this too will pass.  Hang on, my frozen memory.  I’ll never lose track.  Searching for your secret.  Searching in the dark.  Your presence makes me feel alive.  Hang on, it’s just a memory.  Hang on this too will pass.  Hang on, my frozen memory.  I’ll never lose track. I don’t want to miss you, I don’t us to lose track, I could never forget you, I’ll keep on looking back.  Let’s never get lost again.  Let’s get right back on track.  Don’t waste time on the past, we will catch up eventually.  Insert a computer chip just beneath your skin. Turn on your location, I won’t lose you again.  Hang on, it’s just a memory.  Hang on this too will pass.  Hang on, my frozen memory.  I’ll never lose track.

Dreaming Outloud

Microchip

Daniele Turani: Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Drums Programming.

Photo by: Reet Talreja https://unsplash.com/@_reettalreja_

A Blessing In Disguise

All You Wanted Was A Souvenir

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I first heard this track by Nic right at the beginning of 'Pandemic Spring Break 2020' a couple of weeks before I got to know him.  I was working on a ladder at my house and I had to climb down to down to look and see who this was. I was glad to get his blessing to put my spin on it. 

Listen here to the original, a dark, cool and meditative piece, in my opinion. 
https://soundcloud.com/nic_nic_nic/and-beyond

Nic: original composition, vocals, lyrics, guitar, bells, congas, maximum swagger.
MBL: bass, drums, keys, mix.

And Beyond... Nic & MBL

Samira

“Cave Pop Ruckus”

A new age has risen
Myopic vision
Cavernous
Upon the cinder walls
Strange shadows crawl
Cadaverous
Light from a phantom hand
	Who bears the phantom hand?

Man and woman chained
Wide-eyed trained
Imaginous
Words come to mouth
Ideas to sprout
Garrulous
Words to a phantom pair
	Who put the words there?

Words are the tiny seeds that grow what your eyes see
Sight is the periscope that reveals what your mind probes
Mind is the machine that catalogues all meaning
The world is the extent of what you find as content

Marionettes and hand puppets
Dance to the latest pop ruckus

Narrative, so formatively normative
Is sung into our heads

I pull, you pull, pull away
From the chains that hold us prey

Crawling towards a light
That might lead us up, out, outside
(higher higher higher higher)

Outside the cave
Sunlight blaze
Wondrous
Things stand obscure
No longer sure
Ambiguous
Where is the truth here?
	Who tells the truth here?

He says this and she says that
It’s a competition of personality as well as of the facts
B-b-but

But first it’s a question of your epistemology
What’s certain to you may not be so to me
B-b-but

But then again we’re in the political domain
So matters philosophical have all gone down the drain
B-b-but

But first we must agree upon our terms
Without a common meaning
We’re just talking taking turns ... taking turns

Kion vi celas per tio

What do you mean by that?

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Mastered by Spencer Martin

Cave Pop Ruckus

Hoochie coochie man — Feat.Gernot Baur

I do not want more
Fake friendships
What you give me
No longer funny

Rich solitude
I don't want your kisses
Only the truth
Lying eyes

Cotton rich
Hugs trash
Love scams
Fake hearts

Of the tongue
Of the soul
From the bottom
Give Your Heart
From the shadows
What's in you

Of the life
What has he given me
I don't want your farce anymore
I sweat it forever
And for you


Lalalala (x4)

Amistades Falsas

Creepy Nights

Creepy Synthomes-Kokanostra Original Mix Free Download

electricpaul : rhythm & wah guitars, vox, sound effects, lyrics & music https://www.paulbagnulo.com/
Piero Peluche : drums, bass, lead guitar, mix & master www.pieropeluche.yolasite.com/
FLA : solo guitar www.facebook.com/FottutoBianco/

"Backways"

You never said I'm sorry
For wetting all your clothes
and hanging them out upon my fine line to dry

All the shame and glory
Associated with the pain and complexity
of living life in the world today

The backways and the alleys
A narrow stream the only way to navigate
The labyrinth of synapse spun within your mind

If you want to know if I'm going to stay
You've got to ask yourself the same every day
If you want to know if I'll stay
Think about it every day

Every day, everyday
Every day, everyday
Every day, everyday
Every day, everyday

Backways

Composed & produced by: Chivicke Home Studio/2018

The First Sunrise

Moon

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Prima ci si chiamava Fottuto Bianco. Poi è uscito Fla e abbiamo cambiato nome. Nabucco Dinosaur era un nome che mi girava in testa ormai da una decina di anni. Paul è un'artista di Seattle che adesso vive a Parigi e produce vari tipi di opere d'arte, canta e suona la chitarra. Kyle vive a Seattle ed è un dirigente d'azienda con una bella famiglia e uno spiccato senso dell'humor, canta, suona la chitarra, il basso e anche, volendo, la batteria. Io sono Italiano e non canto, se non sotto tortura! 😃