WE'RE SPORADIC YET SPLENDID

© Joe Liberty 2021. All rights reserved.
Shake It
I wake up before the dawn
Watch the sunrise as I drive along
Find a good song on the radio
And start off another day

Will it ever cease to wonder
Every second, come what may
Just when I think I’ve seen it all
Life simply takes my breath away

Can ya hear the calling from way on high
Listen closely now and you can hear em say

Come on and shake it
Come on and shake it
Shake your life on up a bit

Come on now...

Now as it all goes, racing by
Leaves an imprint etched upon my mind
And realise it’s just a matter of time
Before it slowly slips away

So I think I’ll just take a ride
Out into the countryside 
Just need to clear the mind
And get me a little bit of fresh air

Can ya hear the calling from way on high
Listen closely now and you can hear em say

Come on and shake it
Come on and shake it
Shake your life on up a bit

La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la

Oh yea
Oh yea

ShakeIt

CLEAR THE AIRLANES, CLEAR ALL AIRLANES, WELCOME MY FRIENDS, HERE AS YOU CAN READ, THIS SOUND IS FOR WUST WHO CONTINUALLY INSPIRES ME WITH NEW AND UNIQUE AND BEAUTIFUL WAYS TO USE SOUND TO TELL STORIES, WUST YOU INSPIRED THIS ONE MY FRIEND, THANKS, AND I CHALLENGE ANYONE READING THIS TO PAY TRIBUTE TO SOMEONE ELSES SOUND BY CREATING A PIECE THAT HONORS SOMEONE'S UNIQUE SOUND BUT OF COURSE THROUGH YOUR LENS AND MAKING THEIR SOUND YOUR REPRESENTATION...
THIS ONE CONTAINS IN SOUND HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW...
PEACE/LOVE /UNDERSTANIDNG////ROOTS

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ONE FOOT IN THE ABYSS & ONE FOOT IN THE SUN (FOR WUST)

An ode to ideas both good and bad
Lyrics:
Crawling up
Out of the primordial ooze
Now we're standing  erect
And walking around
Dreaming of designer shoes
We invent languages
Fire & light
So we can see each other
When we fight on Saturday night (that's right!)
The Caveman he's painting on the cave walls
But, he's not artistically satisfied
He says: there's got to more
Like a great creator
some kind of entity that oversees us all
With rules and dogma
That we all follow

I've got to write this down!
Everything permanent once it's written on a cave wall
I've got to write this down

Don't smile  so much
Because it makes me wonder what your trying to sell me
Adam Smith & Walt Disney
A couple funky capitalists
Based our society around supply & demand
Now the worlds moving at the speed of cash

I've gonna to write this down!
Once it's written in a stock ledger
You know it's real
I'm gonna write this down

I've been creating a little Rock & Roll chop shop
With Frankenstein parts 
From funk, soul and R&B
I've got Woody Guthrie in the box car
It's like skimming from an all cash bar
Les Paul said: Let's amplify those guitars

I need to re-read the Book of Love
You know it's all written down somewhere
I've got an emotional bloody nose
That's how it goes
The Book of Love only available
To those in the know
I don't know what's going happen in the world next
An AI simulation
Or a UFO guest
There going to look back at us
They going to say: We ain't gonna do it like that
They're going to write it down
I need to write this down!

Write This Down

Turn The Page

Come along with Shade Structure on a funky film noir midnight ride
Lyrics:
I'll fire up that gas bag
Drive it down to Sandman Slough
You never know what you're gonna do
Everywhere there's a deadman's curve
I don't know what ya heard
It's probably true

Take it into the night
Take that Coupe De Ville
Drive it into the night
I want nothing but a good time
Take my broken heart
Batter it up
Chicken fried
Liquefied
I have a strange compulsion
To the creatures 
And the features of the night

I was born the Son of a lion tamer
They say: Yeah, you've got a boy child coming
You better read the disclaimer!

Take it into the night
Take that thing tonight
Drive it into the night
I want nothing but a good time
Take my broken heart
Batter it up
Chicken fried
Liquefied
I have a strange compulsion
To the creatures 
And the features of the night

Take what you know
Take it real slow
Take it where the fireworks are
Yeah!
Watch me stagger home
Into the light...
I have a strange compulsion 
To the creatures
And the features
Of the night

When God came back 
It was on a Tuesday afternoon
"I've fulfilled all my heavenly promises to you"
Now it's up to you
To search out the fakes and the frauds
"I'm playing existential funk"
Who would have thunk?
Selling Mexican fireworks from my trunk

I have a strange compulsion
To the Creatures 
And the features
Of the night

Strange Compulsion

Interpretación y arreglos : Jesús Flores.


Producción y Mazterizacion: Arturo Guevara G.
The Noise Infection Studio

Adelita

Music, lyrics, vocal, harpe & ac, guitar : Grave
Other instruments & mix : PJ Project

Picture This W/ Grave

E

寂寞に無機質が鳴く
人影はただの黒いシミか

真っ白い眼にひとつ映り込んだ
花束を持っている様にみえた

あれは　誰か
誰かに　みえた

無常には人影は無く
白い砂　ひとつ握りしめて

E（with aaego1）

High energy 12/8 grooving with the fabulous Georg Boehme and Stephan Lipinski.  Georg laid down 4 sax, clarinet and flute tracks and Stephan's got the tight wah rhythm and lead guitars. And as always, great soloing from both of these players.  This one’s risen to #8 in SC’s Hot & New Jazz & Blues category 

Georg Boehme:  https://soundcloud.com/georg-boehme
Stephan Lipinski:  https://soundcloud.com/pinner

And for playlists of our music together:

https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/grooving-with-georg-boehme

https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/smokin-with-stephan-stephan

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Bari Him - Georg Boehme / Stephan Lipinski / Jamie Rhind

Steven Vellou & AudioBake
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THEY ALL STOP CARING
>
INTRO
>
EVENTUALLY THEY ALL….STOP CARING
>
ARE ALTRUISTIC ACTS AS ALTRUISTIC AS THEY SEEM.   
DOES A PERSONAL AGENDA EVENTUALLY INTERVENE
WITH EVERYONE PRETENDING THEY ARE SOMETHING THEY ARE NOT
EVERY HAPPY ENDING HAS A TWIST IN THE PLOT
>
THEY ALL STOPPED CARING
THAT’S WHY EVERYONE DIED
DESPITE ALL THE SWEARING
TURNS OUT THEY ALL LIED
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Break
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THEY ALL STOPPED CARING
THAT’S WHY EVERYONE DIED
DESPITE ALL THE SWEARING
TURNS OUT THEY ALL LIED
>
COMPASSION IS FLEETING
BECOMES SELF-DEFEATING
PROMISING HOPE
REPLACED BY A BEATING
DESTROYING YOUR WORLD
DESTROYING YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS
>
FIRST THEY OFFER YOU THEIR COAT
TRY TO FIX WHAT THEY BROKE
BUT THE ALMS ARE A CLOAK
THE EMPATHY, MIRRORS AND SMOKE
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THEY ALL STOP CARING
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COMPASSION IS FLEETING
BECOMES SELF-DEFEATING
>
THEY ALL STOP CARING
>
PROMISING HOPE
REPLACED BY A BEATING
DESTROYING YOUR WORLD
DESTROYING YOUR HOPES AND DREAMS
>
ARE ALTRUISTIC ACTS AS ALTRUISTIC AS THEY SEEM.   
DOES A PERSONAL AGENDA EVENTUALLY INTERVENE
>
ARE ALL PHILANTHROPISTS JUST DOING GOOD THINGS TO PLEASE A SELFISH GENE
CONCEALING THEIR DEEP SEATED PREJUDICE
JUST ANGELS LOOKING FOR A WAY TO PASS THROUGH THE GATES OF HEAVEN
BELIEVING THEY CAN FOOL THE ONE WHO CAST THEM DOWN TO EARTH
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THEY ALL STOPPED CARING
THAT’S WHY EVERYONE DIED
THE LOVE WAS SUPERFICIAL
DEVIOUS HEARTS TAKING YOU FOR ANOTHER RIDE
>
ARE ALTRUISTIC ACTS AS ALTRUISTIC AS THEY SEEM.   
DOES A PERSONAL AGENDA EVENTUALLY INTERVENE
WITH EVERYONE PRETENDING THEY ARE SOMETHING THEY ARE NOT
EVERY HAPPY ENDING HAS A TWIST IN THE PLOT

THEY ALL STOP CARING version 2

Method: Testing out the infinty pedal by tc electronics on a poetry soundscape.
Narration: There are many stories of liberation, representing a variety of moods and inner postures. This is another one.

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

clad in rain
she walked to the airstrip
take me somewhere
she muttered under her breath

she woke up
still carried by air
this plane sarcophagus
protective shell, unaware

next to a henge
she has afternoon tea
with a sparrow, some deer
and a pastoralist poet

which knee made you stumble
a fly shyly asks her
don't confuse me, she
retorts, I hadn't been born yet

spun in light rays
she welcomes the day
she'll weave a blue scarf
to hide away horus eye

emerging

I've been meaning to do some tracks inspired by Martha Wells's Murderbot story, "Exit Strategy". 
GreyCris is a corporate giant; brutally ruthless. 
The cover art is by ignacio197 and can be found on deviantart.com

GreyCris

Easter Blues

Taken from my album "An Idea Of Almost Nothing".

https://soundbymark.bandcamp.com/album/an-idea-of-almost-nothing

An Idea Of Almost Nothing

Download on Bandcamp

60 Percent

I was honored when https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions asked me to remake ‘Tattlesnakes’ from their fantastic album ‘Pun’. Maybe it’s the wildest one, unpredictable but coherent, it inspired me immediately !!

I've remixed to my taste their original studio stems (drums & keyboards), adding my own vocals, guitars & more... hard recommendation of headphones again !!

Lyrics are from another of my ancient poems, where I played with oxytone & eproparoxytone rhymes (translated below but with lost effect in English).

Full versions album here: https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions/sets/another-pun-a-brand-new
Downloadable: https://graphicsontelevisions.bandcamp.com/album/another-pun
I suggest checking out the original tracks too: @https://graphicsontelevisions.bandcamp.com/album/pun !!!

Letra  /  Lyrics:

Claro que ya no soy plástico,  /  Clearly I’m not plastic anymore,
ni estoy falto de razón,  /  nor lacking of reason,
puesto que, siendo simpático,  /  since, being friendly,
de sangre es mi corazón.  /  of blood is my heart.

Claro que soy esporádico  /  Clearly I am sporadic
en locos cantos espléndidos.  /  in splendid crazy singings.

Gritos de loco dolor,  /  Screams of insane pain,
llenos de mudo amargor,  /  full of mute bitterness,
claro que ya no son gélidos.  /  clearly are not icy anymore.

Claro que ya soy simpático  /  Clearly I’m yet friendly
y estoy falto de amargor,  /  and lacking of bitterness,
puesto que mi corazón,  /  since my heart,
siendo de sangre, no es plástico.  /  being of blood, is not plastic.

Y en mis cantos esporádicos,  /  And in my sporadic singings,
claro que ya no soy gélido.  /  clearly I’m not icy anymore.

Gritos de loca razón,  /  Screams of mad reason,
ya no gritos de dolor,  /  not screams of pain anymore,
claro que ya son espléndidos!  /  clearly are yet splendid!

ER00EC11

Tardigrade & Tattlesnakes (with Graphics on Televisions)

Taken For Granted

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
* 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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