This track did not make it in the new album Welcome Anomaly. 

Mood Exhibit - Core

Atmosphere Remastered (Unloved)

Glad, that https://soundcloud.com/theforestarmy invited me to add some sax,
photo, backtrack - composition, concept, instruments by "The Forest Army"

The night turns to gray - feat. joerxworx

Remixes

Forest Energy (Remix)

Original by Dr. Feelgood 1975

Drums, bass, vocal & mix : little Man
Al other instruments : PdB Orchestra

She Does It Right ( Freestyle )

Tomorrow is yesterday

so many misguided s
"supremicist" groups around the world,throughout time...all lead to senseless violence/destruction.  ..none last forever and are replace by the next one...we have to learn that no one group is "supreme..there is no manifest destiny..different is not evil but is needed to innovate and progress

lyrics

I wish I were a mirror
to help you see yourself
how you waste your energy 
how you huff and puff
to hate someone you never knew
wishing they were dead
just because you never learned
how to love yourself

I wish I werew a garbage truck
so I could empty out
all the garbage in your head and thebhatred in your heart
and let you see the world again
as you used to do
playing with your schoolyard friends
it didn't matter who

you will not replace me
is that all that you can say
trust me you are safe and sound
no one wants to be like you
too afraid to hear the truth so you howl at the moon
I wish I were your mother
I'd send you to your room

ode to supremicists ( or I wish)

an homage to American TV painting personality Bob Ross, who I watched regularly back in the 80s before his posthumous internet fame
I'm sorry to have butchered Don McLean's beautiful song Vincent by changing the words and using his melody and my croaky voice...folksinger, I am not... oh well it was  a good lyric writing exercise at least


Bobby Bobby Ross
Painting with his secret sauce
Liquid White on canvas tossed
I watched him late at night on my TV

Cadmium Yellow daffodils 
A mix of Midnight Black to make his hills
His velvet voice and landscape plan so chill
Nature seemed to bow at his command

Now I understand
All those forest, ocean, winter scenes
400 episodes with Phthalo Green
On PBS commercial-free
His rush with brush and speedy painting bliss
And now he's called an ASMRist

Bobby Bobby Ross
His clouds they look like candy floss
Reds and yellows, greens in semi-gloss
Creeks that sing and swim in Prussian Blue

Those mountains built on cue
With his pallet knife, he lays them down 
Their peaks and valleys glow like starry crowns
Bold colors he will wear and share with you

Now I'm speaking true
Of his wise words that he wished for me
Happy accidents are meant to be
They have come to set you free
Just like life sometimes, some spots get messed
Here comes your big tree bravery test

I know the art snobs did not like him
Nor did that Alexander dude
But still, he spoke to me
Big hair, big heart, big B
His reruns run most every afternoon 
Here's to the boss our Mr. Ross
There'll never be another one as sweet or super cool

Bobby Bobby Ross
Creating all those Happy Trees
A song to sing in playful key
It's sometimes hard to stay between the lines
I've been painting crooked pines
Production mix all Vandyke Brown
Withered words that reek of pun and clown
Lie slushed and swollen on the Soundcloud snow

Now I think I know
What he tried to say to me
Art is love, it's life, it's tragedy
Inside of all of us you see
So find your passion, get that fire lit
And with a 2 inch brush
Beat the devil out of it


Music Don McLean 1971
Lyrics HotR 2025

Bob ( my apologies to Don McLean)

Music by Ambient Annie. Production & mastering BtNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

DANCING WITH THE UNKNOWN

Cast of Characters:

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ, synth and composition
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – custom five string fretless bass and PRS SE semi-hollwbody electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Sunnybeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson custom T model electric wah guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals and lyrics
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering

This song began as a looper beat that Josh created in BandLab. He does that often to start an idea. However, this beat sat on the shelf for almost a year, until he shared it with JJ for one of his Saturday night music sessions. JJ put an arrangement on it with his organ and bass. Josh quickly replaced the bass idea with his own version of it, though.
Now it was Ken's turn to replace the dull looper beat with something alive and organic, which he did in the most creative and solid way possible. We had a skeleton now, and it was time to share it with Beck, with whom this is Eclectic Collecitive's first song. She added her magic via the synth you hear sprinkled throughout. Stephen weighed in next with his funky wah guitar.
It was almost done at this point, but of course, we wanted Carl to add his greatness to it, as well, which he did by writing and singing some compelling vocals. He took the working title, which Josh came up with having just read The Odyssey, and wrote a whole song about it!
Once it was all laid down, we asked Tez to do his expert work with the mix and production, which he did perfectly, as always. We're very lucky to have two very talented producers in the group, and grateful to Tez for ironing this one out for us.
This is, as mentioned, the EC's first go round with Beck, and we couldn't be more thrilled to work with her. Not only is she a skilled, creative musician, but she is a delightful ray of sunlight to work with, too. We have another collab with here we plan to release in the coming weeks, as well. There will be more to follow. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark
Hold on dear crew
Cruel winds fly north
Our tenth foul day
Land found fresh worth
Untameable sea
We survived people
Ashore
Fresh water
Food
Lessen our feeble

Three of company
Greet these inhabitants
Find what land lends their habitance
Trio arrive and find not hurt
Then found local food
Good offering flirty

Three watered mouths by nicest taste
Who needs home
We stay
No haste
Love lotus buds
Don’t mind the captain
Let’s stay and munch this tuck of trapping

Captain bemused All aboard!
No more shall eat this food mind sword
What of home!
What of love!
Weep not dear three
Cold turkey tough

Smite that sea
Hold tight your oars
Now heave to Ithaca
South-westwards
Bye Lotus eaters
Trip like land
Love lesson lives
Myth mystery scanned



Isle of the Lotus Eaters (Eclectic Collective featuring SunnyBeck!)

High On The Beach

There’s a treasure down deep in this wonderland
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
The word and rhyme, a message, in a song it stands
my rock n roll Rosetta Stone 



Bob ( my apologies to Don McLean)

Hand on the Rock