"Someone bought my work But they don't want the painting They just want the frame" that hits so hard. Great lyrics, funny song.

Love the change of vocals on "I am surrounded" Geetar, bass or piano, all played with super skill. And the drum fill at 2.37 is a perfect fit. Vocals/lyrics//title so great man. Now go and make the Mrs a sandwich.

AI has humor allright! But the painting does not have frame, that's a shame. Or has the frame been sold already?

Ultra-smooth jazz piano & bass, and strikingly charming lyrics!  Phenomenal tune!

BOUNCING SKETCHES OF MISLOVED CATS

Original acapella Che Paxin (Looperman)
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/22932/without-you-by-chepaxin-102bpm-pop-acapella
Photo : Paris vu de Montmartre

Without You Ft ChePaxin


Vocals; https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia

Production; https://soundcloud.com/rizlix


Here's a very special collab featuring the wonderful vocals of Special Cecilia!!
As the the name suggests, me and Cecilia have collabed with this song before (I think this vocal was the first one I collabed with Cecilia and I think it may have been the first collab I made on SoundCloud). The original collab was a totally different style, it was and is a super uplifting dance track. you can hear the original on Cecilias YouTube channel here;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8SSRC8NBoI


As for this track I'm entering new territory as far as genres go in the form of R&B & Soul. It's a super chill track and i think Cecilia's vocals suit it really well. 

You can find her original vocal here;

https://soundcloud.com/specialceciliacappellas/escape-into-parallell-world-vocals-for-collabs

Hope you enjoy this track.

Peace

Dan



Special Cecilia x RiZLiX - Sweet Escape (Revisited)

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go

a randy catastrophe
a dark rodeo

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go

too feral to wait for me
too slinky for slow

i’ll be waiting
by the water
will you meet me
tomorrow?

high jungle of emptiness
footprints in the snow

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go
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Thanks to Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, David Weiss and Wheelwright for early listening, support and ace suggestions.

I'll Be Waiting

SOS (Distress Signal Part 3)

This is an original song I recorded some years ago that describes the transition when seeing your son come of age as you (the parent) has to let go and adjust to a changed role in his life. Some regrets occur, thinking that the time to do certain things with your child has come and gone, perhaps you could/should have done more.
This was recorded back when I wrote it, so my recording techniques were not very advanced and I lost the master, left with just an MP3. I want to thank Nat Daniels and her production skills for helping make the most of improving the sound, although there was only limited opportunity to undo all its flaws. She also added some lovely piano parts to help replace many of my original xylophone parts which had faded considerably. Despite the rough quality, I hope the sentiment conveys. (note: Neddu was a nickname my son was given during his infancy which should help explain the lyrics)

All music written and performed by Craig Durgy
Additional production rework and piano overdubs by Nat Daniels
©2025 Craig Durgy / Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:  Written by Craig Durgy
You won’t need me as you walk out that door
These eighteen years were what a father’s for
But change is not an ending
You know that I’ll be sending my love

Can’t help but feel regrets, a childhood's gone
Lost chances sometimes hit as you move on
I guess that it’s just me though, 
It was just meant to be, so go
And I’ll watch Neddu grow

I still can see you, coming in this world
Red, blue and green, you cried, your flag unfurled
We played, explored together, 
And Mom how you upset her so
Just watching Neddu grow

That day you ran out in the pouring rain
And dashed head first to surf those flooded drains
The raging storm soon hid you
I wondered Ned where did you go

And still a glimpse of all our backyard games
Now all your friends converge, just not the same
I stand here washing dishes, a man here watching wishes blow
Away as Neddu grows

I still can see you, coming in this world
Red, blue and green, you cried, your flag unfurled
We played, explored together, 
And Mom how you upset her so
Just watching Neddu grow

Watching My Son Grow

https://soundcloud.com/33per , my dear donkey fellow sent me this wonderful instrumental, a Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along.

The image shows Gregory Peck as captain Ahab in John Houston's film adaptation of Melville's “Moby Dick” from 1956, having just nailed a Spanish dubloon on the main mast.

AHAB (All Hypocrates Are Basterds)

O-o-ohh, o-o-ohh…
Tell me please…
Is that really happening-ä-ä-ä-äppening ?
Do you feel that too ?

Noone is getting out here
Oh no-no-no-no-noo, o-o-o-o-o-ooh
Noone is getting out here alive

Ohh no
Not even the feckin’ basterds
No, no
Not even those feckin’ basterds

Will survive
Whatever may be the strive

See, because 
Noone is getting out here alive
Not the president
Nor his wife

Whatever may be the strive
That won’t work

Ohh oh 
All hypocrates are basterds 			(AHAB)
Ohh, oh
All autocrates are feckin’ basterds 			

They can fool the people 
For some time,

But,
But,
But,

They can’t fool all the people all the time
Not really …
That’s beyond the line

It’s possible to continuate
To self-determinate
To not participate…

So to say:
I would - and - i would…

And i-i-i-i-i-i-i- would 
And I would… 
I-I-I would…
And i would and I would…
I-I-I would…
I would prefer not to…

AHAB (wt 33per, raw edit)

Evening mood

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Epiphone Les Paul electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass, and Roland organ
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production

This song began when Joe, feeling a bit nostalgic, wrote the lyrics and composed it on his acoustic guitar. He recorded it and sang it with expert harmonies, then decided to share it with Eclectic Collective. We were all very excited to get work on our second song with Joe, as we all admire his songwriting.
First up was Tez this time, oddly enough. He was able to identify all the fill spots and light up the solo without the rest of us even adding anything yet. Next came Ken, who usually goes first, adding his steady grooving drums and tasty percussion. Once the drums were down, Josh completed the rhythm section by adding his fretted bass. He also worked out an organ part to give the whole sound a bit of thickness. Also adding some thickness and texture, Stephen added a clean electric rhythm part, as well.
Once we had it in can we asked Stephen to mix and produce it for us, which he did in his always expert fashion.
This, as mentioned, is Eclectic Collective's second song with Joe, and we all enjoyed bringing it to life with him. He's a wonderful collaborator and an all around good dude. Do yourself a favor and go check out his page, which is rich in great songs. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

Original lyrics by Joe Stroffolino:

If you find yourself in trouble and you think you've lost your way.
Here's hoping that you find a path to a better day.
I sure hope that you're happy. I'm wishing you the best.
I hope you find what you're looking for as you continue on your quest.
I hope you find all the answers to all those questions vexing you.
I hope you can find a way not to bite off more than you can chew.
I sure hope that you're happy. I'm wishing you the best.
I hope you find what you're looking for as you continue on your quest.
You spread your wings and you flew so far away from me.
I hope that you're enjoying your new reality
All those places that you said that you wanted to see.
I hope they're as good as you expected them to be.
I want you to know that you hold a special place in my heart.
I think about you often even though we are apart.
They say that when you love somebody sometimes you gotta be willing to let them go.
You gotta let them spread their wings and fly wherever the wind decides to blow.
I sure hope that you're happy. I'm wishing you the best.
I hope you find what you're looking for as you continue on your quest.
I hope that you're happy. I hope that you're doing well. I sure hope that you're doing swell.You spread your wings and you flew so far away from me.
I hope that you're enjoying your new reality

Hope That You Are Happy (Eclectic Collective with Joe Stroffolino)

Apotropaic

Bandcamp

Okeanos

DIO MIO
TOTAL CATASTROPHE THAT’S ME
JESUS HAVE MERCY ON ME  
MISLOVING LOVING TOO MUCH
MISLOVING OR NOT ENOUGH
MISLOVING CAUGHT IN MY OWN
VICIOUS CIRCLE

DIO MIO
I’M TALKING TO YOU GOD ALMIGHTY
BLIND LOVE IS ALL I CAN SEE
MISLOVING  IT’S ALL TOO MUCH 
MISLOVING  I’VE HAD ENOUGH    
MISLOVING BEING MY OWN
BALLS AND CHAINS
BALLS

MISLOVING  NEVER ENOUGH   
MISLOVING WE KEEP IN TOUCH 
MISLOVING BEING OUR OWN
DIO MIO

MISLOVING (Lyrics)

Etch-a-Sketch

hasdrubal

A satrical look at starving artists (Note: I'm married to one).  Influenced by the songs of Mose Alison and Terry Allen. The cover art is AI with the prompt "bad art in a museum." Maybe AI has a sense of humor?

Lyrics:
Tiki torches up on the wall
A Polynesian restaurant
At the end of the hall
Upstairs
They set up a gallery wall
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

She's been dreaming of
A grant from the Walmart Foundation for the Arts
For her electrified
Polka dotted
Mannequin parts

He's been spreading genius around
All the other artists they just sit and scowl
But you can't buy his work at Sotherby's
Look for him in the parking lot of KFC

I am surrounded by
Amateur David Hockneys
I'm in cubist hell
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

The 'MacArthur Genius Award'
They don't want to call me back
No one is to blame
Someone bought my work
But they don't want the painting
They just want the frame

Organic vegetables in a stall
At a Farmer's Market
At the mall
 I have my table set up
With my hot  🔥  avant-garde
Don't you know that I'm the vanguard?

I've got my genius on display
I've got my beret
Because I'm a genius
Let's keep that between us
The cut-throat world of low-budget art
The cut-throat world of
Low budget art

The Cut-Throat World Of Low Budget Art

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

This is another demo tune from a series of my original songs, recorded in my home studio with myself, Dan Pound on vocal, rhythm guitar and bass, Gregg Kennedy on Piano, Roy Langston on lead guitar and Jim Alsover on Drums.

Sunday Night

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

No siempre he estado aquí (Soy imperfecto)

Thanks you so much for listening!

I try to write with rich lyrical details and self-deprecating humor about the human condition. Plus, that unique Shade Structure sound!  It sounds best with headphones. Thanks for any comments, reposts or likes.

Discography: Available under Album tag on my Soundcloud main page. Free Downloads/ Always Free
* The Curse Of A Good Looking Ghost (2024)
* Low Profile (2024)
* Smilers (EP 2023)
•Short Songs For Tall Minds"  (2022)
•Friends, They're Gonna Get Your Story Wrong (2021)
•A Suburban Dadaist With Some Store Bought Beats (2021)
•All Feel and No Technique (2020)
•This Is How I Spend My Nights (2019)
•California Songs (2018-2019)
All sounds contained within are home-made/DIY recordings. Most songs are short stories, as I am influenced by Musicians & Writers like Raymond Carver, Warren Zevon, Mountain Goats, Tom Waits, Mark Eitzel,  Randy Newman, Destroyer, Steely Dan, Captain Beefheart, Loudon Wainwright III, Leonard Cohen & The National. Most songs have the lyrics on the song page. Thank you for listening!

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