Track 7 from the Triplicate Records release, Southwest Passage.

Southwest Passage

Intoxicated Aluminum

On the album Things That Go Bump: wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/thing…hat-go-bump.

Furtive Hubris

This is a 2002 interpretation of Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings, taken from Barber's original 1936 score. The piece was arranged in Cakewalk 9. Synth sounds are from a Kurzweil K2500 keyboard.

Adagio for Synths (2002, From the Archives) An Interpretation of Barber

Very pleased to bring you another tasty treat from master musical baker, @dough-factory, and yours truly. Second collab and an exquisite pleasure.

Popsicle in A - Dough Factory | Gary Rees

On the album Things That Go Bump: https://wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/things-that-go-bump.

Sahara

From the album Southwest Passage.  https://triplicaterecords.bandcamp.com/album/southwest-passage

Purgatory

From my October 2021 release, Things That Go Bump.  Available on Bandcamp.  Cover Design by Belial Pelegrim.

https://wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/things-that-go-bump

Orson Said So

Pandateria

Track 3 from Evanescent, on Triplicate Records, March 2022.  Download the album on Bandcamp: https://triplicaterecords.bandcamp.com/album/evanescent  Featured as a Bandcamp New and Notable selection.

Also on all streaming platforms.  https://open.spotify.com/album/1x2kz7xlmqxTtRRCiwewiS

Evanescent

Marginalia

© 1974 Genesis

From the first record, side B, of Genesis' 1974 double album The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Credit to freemidi.org

I see faces and traces of home
Back in New York City

So you think I'm a tough kid, is that what you heard?
Well, I like to see some action and it gets into my blood
They call me the trail blazer, Rael electric razor
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain

'Cos we're only as strong
'Cos we're only as strong
As the weakest link in the chain

Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen
I had to get it out of me
If you know what I mean, what I mean

You say, I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit
But I know it's me that's hitting out, and I'm, I'm not full of shit
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong
This is your mess, I'm stuck in, I really don't belong

When I take out my bottle filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires
Where Rael has been, has been

As I cuddled the porcupine
He said, I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time to shave, shave it off, it off

No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no
Off we go, off we go, off we go, off we go

You're sitting in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash

And I've tasted all the strongest meats
And laid them down on colored sheets
Laid them down on colored sheets

Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets
With your mainline connection, connection

As I cuddle the porcupine
He said, I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time to shave, shave it off, it off

No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape, no
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape
No time

Back in N.Y.C. (Genesis cover, 1974)

© 1967 The Beatles. Instrumental track FTA, 2000.  Remix/Vox, 2020.  Thanks to @deep-blue-300620120 Deep Blue Cat and Hurtful Junez @pannican-flyswatter for providing feedback on the WIP. <3

More of my guitar/vox stuff in this project: https://soundcloud.com/cngchorale.
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I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Mr. City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the egg man 
They are the egg men 
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you 
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo

I Am the Walrus (Beatles cover, 1967)

New collab with the very talented Green Mercurian Owl.  @greenmercurianowl
Dmitry brought this kooky brass riff to the collab and we worked back and forth between New Mexico and Siberia to make a kooky song, worthy of the riff.  The bouncing brass/guitar instrument is called Balkan Wedding Dance.  Hope you enjoy as much as we do! :)

It was great fun, Dmitry!!  Thanks!!

Balkan Wedding Dance

Nights of Euxoa Auxiliaris

Cuckoo Cocoon (Genesis cover, 1974)

© 1995 Morphine

A collab featuring the ever amazing saxophone of Nigel Manning of The Windscale Blues Experiement, @windscaleblues

From Morphine's 1995 album Yes

Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue
Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue

I know it drives you crazy
When I pretend you don't exist
When I'd like to lean in close
And run my hands against your lips
Though we haven't even spoken
Still I sense there's a rapport

So whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you

Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you
Gorgeous and dressed in blue
Don't worry I'm not lookin' at you

I know you see me see you
As you see me walk on past
When there's nothin' more I'd like to do
Then come in close and hear you laugh
Though we haven't even spoken
Still I sense there's a rapport

So whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Yeah, whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Whisper me your number
I'll call you up at home
Hmm, whisper me your number

Whisper - Windscale Blues Experiment | Gary Rees (Morphine cover, 1995)

La Folie

Hannibal's Descent

Feather Pendulum

The 7th collab for Gaz (Gary Rees) and Nige (Windscale Blues Experiment @windscaleblues) writing under the Nom de Plume of Windtronix.  We take you to a N. African Souk and into the soul of the marketplace.  Follow the brilliant woodwinding way with Nigel's amazing, enchanting soprano sax and flute accompaniament.  We hope you enjoy!

Soul of the Souk - Windtronix (Windscale Blues Experiment & Gary Rees)

This will be my last SC posting for a while. I'll be focusing on material for a new album.  I'll be on SC here and there, but not posting or listening all that much.  See ya in the spring, or sooner.  Catch me on Twitter in the mean time. :-)  https://twitter.com/conmemoravi

© 1995 Radiohead

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now?
When I need you
Alone on an airplane
Falling asleep against the windowpane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking
This slow
My baby's got the bends
Oh, no
We don't have any real friends
No, no, no
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the C.I.A
The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky-high
Baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would-
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race, race, race?
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird, where are you now?
When I need you

Gary Rees

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