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Played Myself To Sleep

If you are under someone's influence who are you, whose life are you living, whose thoughts are you thinking, whose opinions, beliefs, have you absorbed, are any of them really YOURS?

BE YOURSELF DON'T BE SOMEONE ELSE, live life through your own eyes NOT through someone else's; in the scheme of things what the f_ck do they know, really!

INFLUENCERS AND THE IDIOTS THEY INFLUENCE

I don't spend time thinking about what I create, no formulas, no recipes, no planning, no genre in mind, I just go wherever the first few notes take me, pretty much improvised; I tend to go with the first idea that pops into my head; judge for yourself how that pans out!

ISN'T IT TIME WE DROPPED OUT AGAIN

CRASH TEST BABIES

Island of nowhere now has animated story: https://youtu.be/iM8xy-xHlrQ?feature=shared
Hope you enjoy it!

island of nowhere (cartoon)

MY BABY LIKES TO BOOGALOO

GROOVE CONTROL
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I don't spend time thinking about what I create, no formulas, no recipes, no planning, no genre in mind, I just go wherever the first few notes take me, pretty much improvised; I tend to go with the first idea that pops into my head; judge for yourself how that pans out!

GROOVE CONTROL

Hereafter

liner notes part 1: 
Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).

 liner notes part 2: 
My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free 
association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, 
rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified 
for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used 
these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by 
our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby - (That's what Jeff says).
 
Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car
Oil painting Uno Vallman 1964
 
 in the nick of time
 he gave in to dissent
 for the mute perceptive mime
 manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine
 praise the unerring rebellion
 in subconsentious unison 
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
 ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults 
selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray 
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
 with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
 where our homes are still purported to exist
 while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad, 
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net 
of pleasant pleas -  and subltleties are colors bright and crude - 
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys - 
i thought that that  - that hat that sat so squat- was you
 at the academy of sovereignty
 where massive piles of bones and crows
 dominate the dark demeanor of the distant 
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after
 + + + 
in the purple land of diffidence
 buying purple brands of pale deliverance 
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
 where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
 and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior
 down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted 
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones 
ah the one and only poet of starvation
 standing in the market of used emotion
 endless isles, end base piles of sadness
 masters mean and dirty and their slaves
 bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
 there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none
 thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me 
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
 Now they're askin’ fifty, literally  frivolous dollars-
+ + + 
mother of deception of the self
 see me on my knees, subordinate 
to her immaculate calamity
 that has transactional realities cooperate
 under towers dark with blinded blinds 
of my infantile infinity-
i asked my shadow: would she follow me 
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
 to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine 
where i might find a package deal on Love 
on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters - 
shadows neither show nor speak concerning prinal matters!
 no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak
 drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
 since it became impossible to find an Avacado
 or my favorite alcohol
 just don't answer when she fails to call--

Hakan’s shuffle – nitro club mix – stonerjazz , sonic structures and silent stretches with well

Orbital Path - Τροχιακή Διαδρομή

I'M TARRIFED

Dans notre bar    (Translated under the French text )

Texte :        Josette LéonardCocquempot
Chant :        Karine
Musique  :  Alain Illos

Dans notre bar , je t'attendais
Yeux charbonneux , bouche cerise , 
les jambes gainées de soie grise , 
je t'attendais . 

Dans notre bar je t'attendais
Indifférente à ce garçon 
et à son regard polisson , 
je te guettais .

Anxieuse et un peu fébrile
Je pensais à ces turbulences
À ces nuages imbéciles
Qui menaçaient notre romance

Mai découvrait    ses blancs lilas
L’air embaumait le muguet tendre
Le garçon était toujours là
Et toi tu te faisais attendre .

Le temps passait imperturbable
Et l’angoisse en moi s’installait
Le verdict était implacable
Ton amour s’en était allé .

Dans notre bar je t'attendais 
Yeux charbonneux , bouche cerise , 
les jambes gainées de soie grise , 
je t'attendais .  

 Je n’allais pas te supplier
Il me fallait baisser les armes
A travers un rideau de larmes 
Le garçon me souriait

In our Bar

In our bar , 
I was waiting for you
Smoky eyes , cherry mouth , 
legs sheathed in grey silk , 
I was waiting for you . 

In our bar, I was waiting for you
Indifferent to this boy 
and his polite look, 
I was watching for you.

Anxious and a little feverish
I thought of the turbulence
To those foolish clouds
That threatened our romance

May uncovered its white lilacs
The air was fragrant with tender lily of the valley
The boy was always there
And you kept waiting .

Time passed unperturbed
And anguish settled inside me
The verdict was implacable
Your love was gone.

In our bar I waited for you 
Smoky eyes, cherry mouth, 
legs sheathed in gray silk, 
I waited for you.  

 I wasn't going to beg you
I had to lower my weapons
Through a curtain of tears 
 The boy smiled at me

Dans notre bar avec Karine

Nova

voici une musique que j'ai composé en 2006 qui n'avait pas de texte à l'époque, j'ai écrit ce texte en portugais dernièrement et l'ai proposé à Julien Apelian qui avec son immense talent a fait les claviers et refait les batteries et percussions ainsi que l'arrangement, mastering.

paroles, voix et musiques : Steph Ouna
Voix : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
Claviers, percussions et batteries, arrangement, mastering : Julien Apelian https://soundcloud.com/audio-colors

Uma mistura de culturas
Sonho com todos os países
Todas as linguas
está no meu coração
Encha-nos com canções e alegria
Através da força e da diversidade
A música nos leva a outro lugar
Um planeta sem barreiras

Refrain :
Se precisa de tempo
Quer acreditar
Precisa de esperança
Deus nos escute
Somos feitos de po
Sem fronteiras imigrantchis

O mundo é enorme, Deus o faz grande
Toda a riqueza eterna que ele nos deu
Por prazer e partilla e felicidade
E nunca conhecer o fim
Um milhão de estrelas na via láctea
O sol, o mar, o céu, os sonhos

en français

Un mélange de cultures
Je rêve de tous les pays
Toutes les langues
c'est dans mon coeur
Remplis-nous de chants et de joie
Par la force et la diversité
La musique nous emmène ailleurs
Une planète sans barrières

Refrain :
Si tu as besoin de temps
Je veux croire
Besoin d'espoir
Dieu nous entend
Nous sommes faits de poussière
Pas de frontières pour les immigrants

Le monde est immense, Dieu le rend grand
Il nous a donné toute la richesse éternelle
Pour le plaisir, le partage et le bonheur
Et ne connaît jamais la fin
Un million d'étoiles dans la voie lactée
Le soleil, la mer, le ciel, les rêves

Nova

good morning, honey

Swing from that tree
Feet dangling
Your mind float free
Butterfly cloverleaf

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Breeze, summer breeze
Sway branch of willow tree
Some of their leaves fall
All their days revolve 

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Guess this calls for celebration
Watermelon, ice cream cone

Stream running clean, cool gurgling
Morning bring blood flow head to toe

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Guess this calls for celebration
Watermelon, ice cream cone


Cloverleaf And Butterfly

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I don't spend time thinking about what I create, no formulas, no recipes, no planning, no genre in mind, I just go wherever the first few notes take me, pretty much improvised; I tend to go with the first idea that pops into my head; judge for yourself how that pans out!
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In order to relate to your music most listeners need to be able to pigeonhole it, if they can’t do this because you create tunes that are unique they'll likely dismiss your creativity, absorbing it years later when other musicians, believing they got there first, stumble on your sound!

No followers, no listeners, by that measurement I’ve failed miserably, however, I have succeeded  in remaining true to authentic creative self, underground in this world, #SixFeetUnderground the next!
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These tunes are not fillers, they are seriously funky, but more importantly, they are not samey, each tune has its own identity! Only one way to find out if that boast is a hollow one, and that involves listening to, not just one, but several tunes!

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