Vol. 7

This is it. The Collector One is FULL. Moving on to Number Two. If someone would ever listen to this thing, would take quite some time. hahah!

Cheers, Yours,
SF

Dope Stuff - Collector One

Luxury sadness

Dead to me

Chill out

[Spoken: (Excerpt from Psycho)]
[Norman:] I run the office and tend the cabins and grounds and do the errands for my mother. The ones she allows I might be capable of doing.
[Marion:] And do you go out with friends?
[Norman:] Well a boy's best friend is his mother.

[Dan Smith:]
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
And is also known as a bastard
Always talkin' about what he wants
And just sits on his broke ass
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, I don't want none of your time and
No
I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
Trying to holla at me at me

[Ella:]
But a scrub's checkin' me and he's giving this kinda wink
And I know that he can not approach me
Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash
Can't get with no dead beat ass
So 

[Dan Smith:]
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't want to give you mine and
No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time
No

[Ella:]
I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
Holler at me
Holler at me
Holler at me

[Dan Smith:]
If you don't have a car and you're walking
(Oh yes son, I'm talking to you)
If you live at home with your momma
[Norman:] We're all in our private traps
If you have a shorty but you don't show love
[Norman:] Clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out
Wanna get me with no money
Oh no, I don't want to, no

No scrubs, no scrubs
[Marion:] Sometimes we deliberately step into those traps
No scrubs, no scrubs
[Norman:] I was born in mine; I don't mind it anymore
No scrubs, no scrubs
[Marion:] Oh but you should, you should mind it
No scrubs, no scrubs
[Norman:] I do, but I say I don't

[Together:]
No, I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
I don't want no scrubs
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
[Ella:] Trying to holler at me
Trying to holler at me
[Ella:] Trying to holler at me
Trying to holler at me

No Angels (TLC vs. The xx)- Bastille feat. Ella

In which Cheesemont has his way with a live-loop guitar improvisation, acquired from another SoundCloud member at the gaming tables. Said original author chooses to remain nameless in an effort to maintain what remains of dignity. 

In truth the anonymous composer was loath to forfeit the track, but given a choice between that loss and the alternative -- the surrender of his “lucky” seahorse-pattern boxers –- he opted for the choice any of us would make.

Wadstein, for his part, provided the special preparation of cards, dice and table. Observing the subsequent recording sessions from a distance, he contented himself with hookah and lute, contributing naught but the wafting from both and his interminable backseat driving.




Voyager Virgin

Psylla Remix

Philip Glass - "Etude No. 6"

EP3 is out 13th/14th April 2015
Limited edition vinyl coming soon
You can buy digital here:
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/last-light/id973941550?i=973941885

Last Light

EP3 is out 13th/14th April 2015
Limited edition vinyl coming soon
You can buy digital here:
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/400-blows/id973941550?i=973941554

400 Blows

400 Blows (feat. Danny Pratt)

Dollhouse

Dead to Me

dead to me

FOR YOU

DISORIENTED

Blue Magic - Kelly Hogan  Bill Taft (Full Version).mp3

THE LICH

Thom yorke  - Hearing damage

Trembling Hands Remix EP

Trembling Hands (Chet Faker Remix)

Creeping Horror From Outer Space

This is a very nice pop song (and my first!!!) that I had the luck to build up with the great and charming producer Johan Johansson (aka Jellycot). He came into Songstuff asking for collaborations, and I joined! He sent me a super cool "Happy track" and told me to try to write some melody and lyrics over it, asking me if I could please, in addition write something in Japanese. Of course I accepted the challenge (it not easy at all for me writing a song in Japanese...)
It was the first time for me listening to somebody singing my melodies and lyrics and it was so magic, he is a really great singer with a very sweet voice, and his talent and knowledge in music production is noticeable if you check the quality of the track, and the great job he did assembling our voices together, and melting them with the track. 


LYRICS:

 I got up in my bedroom,
the sun warming my face,
everything seemed ﻿so normal,
like any other day.

When I look through my window,
the quiet Sunday street,
I saw you waiting for me,
can't describe what I felt.

心はドキドキした、　               // the heart was accelerated of emotion
感じはすごかっただ、              // the feeling was amazing
自分の人生じゃないみたい、   // it doesn't look like my own life
でも私のだ。                              // but it is.

I used to stay awake,
thinking about this day,
I wonder what will happen underneath the Sakura rain.
And when you smile that way,
a picture in a frame,
I wonder what will happen underneath the Sakura rain.
 
Wanted to rush towards you,
I had to see your face.
My heart was on my temple,
lost control of my breath.

When we met outside my place,
the words got stuck again,
then suddenly you kissed me,
under the soft pink rain.

自分の人生じゃないみたい、  // it doesn't look like my own life
でも私のだ。                              // but it is.

I used to stay awake,
thinking about this day,
I can't believe what happened underneath the Sakura rain.

And when you smile that way,
a picture in a frame,
I can't believe what happened underneath the Sakura rain.
Underneath the Sakura rain.
I can't believe that happened underneath the Sakura rain.

I saw this coming,
I really want this to be real.
You make me happy,
It seems that we have shared a dream.

The way you're kissing me,
I think this is a dream,
but I'm not waking up I'm still here in the Sakura rain.
And when you smile that way,
a picture in a frame,
I can't believe that happened underneath the Sakura rain.

春は一番いい季節                        // Spring is the best season,
皆さんは愛について考える      // everybody things about love
何でも起こりうる                      // anything can happen
underneath the Sakura rain.

春は一番いい季節                        // Spring is the best season,
皆さんは愛について考える      // everybody thinks about love
And I'm so glad it happened
underneath the Sakura rain. 

Track: Johan Johansson
Vocals: Johan and Michan. 
Lyrics: Michan and Johan.

Sakura Rain (Johan&Michan!)

"Changing Sky" electronic music with electric guitar and vocals. a change in the sky , a change in fortunes?  just playing around with ideas for a song,
"and I got a head that´s full of dreams
is it any wonder.
And at last a changing sky
waiting in the future
where to go, when you don´t know where to go?
where to go, when there is no where to go?

Changing Sky

Music and production: @mistermyr
Lyrics and vocal melody: Kireina Michan
Performance: Kireina Michan, @mistermyr

VIDEO

https://youtu.be/yJeRd4vlEls


THE NIGHT HAS COME

Now that we are trapped in the dust
we miss the sky.
Past beauty seems like a dream
we’ll never find. 

We can’t return,
there’s no way back.
We didn’t do what we were told,
try to understand.
The game is over, 
we’ve lost the war. 
Now we are longing on this darkness
for what is gone.

We are in desert of smoke, 
look what we’ve got
only shambles on the sight
hopeless souls. 

What we loved
burnt in fire
and we are standing.
Peaceful days
melting down
now the night has come.

Memories of better times
come to my  mind.
We see their shade as we pass
and wave goodbye.

It’s hard to know
we walk alone
closed all the doors and now we have
nowhere to go. 

Take all your sadness 
let it rage on.
Now that the history is erased
we should put new words.

Someday the rain will return
and clean the scars
until the we shall better force
our aim to survive.

What we loved
burnt in fire
and we are standing.
Peaceful days
melting down
now the night has come.

The Night Has Come (feat. MisterMyr)- Video & Lyrics in description!

Electronic, song. "Invincible"  
Longtime ago I had this recurring nightmare, a typical scene of being chased,  by something very frightening... 
I was running away from something very scary, down lanes, roads and passageways. In one of these dreams I ran so fast I had to jump over a fence that suddenly appeared in front of me,
 as I leapt over it I took off!  , I was flying!... flying through this city, 
 anyways, back to the point. Years later I had the nightmare again, but this time I was frightened so much I woke up ! 
 at that point I realised this was that old recurring nightmare, 
so I decided to go straight back to sleep and try to bring that nightmare back and go looking for what ever was chasing me remembering it was just a dream. And I did just that!
...in dreams you can be invincible :)

Invincible

After our previous collaboration, I was so pleased when EllE (Cycle of Hands) agreed to work with me again on this new track, both with the music and vocals. It has not exactly been an easy ride and I have to admit that at times I almost gave up on it...but I am so, so glad that we both persevered, as '4am' has become something rather special and unique. Huge thanks to EllE. She is - and always will be - a star. 

You can contact her at https://soundcloud.com/cycleofhands

Lyrics below:
There are some things that wait until the quiet
Time of night
To take over your mind before the day gets bright
When everyone’s still asleep I feel like I might
Be the only one alive so I look to the sky

I take comfort in the stars and the moon in despite
Of their distance from my room where I sit and write
Pieces of ideas from this muse deep inside
She’s the higher form I use to free my light

It’s 4 am and I am
In the deep end 
No sleep then
For me this night

It’s me and my mind
I can’t unwind 
I wonder 
I hunt for 
What is life

I Ignite a little fire to see where I am
In the A.M. I get tired but I still can’t land
Mayhem of creation doesn’t care about plans
I made when my intention was lights out by 9

But Inspiration beckons and I can’t reject the call
If it is passed to me it’s disrespect if I drop the ball
Of energy like electricity from the wall
It’s all I see and I know its me who needs to crack this vault

It’s 4 am and I am
In the deep end 
No sleep then
For me this night

It’s me and my mind
I can’t unwind 
I wonder 
I hunt for 
What is life

It’s 4 am and 
The world is small
This screen the window 
And my wall

No sounds are heard
Except my own thoughts
They go Back and forth 
And it ticks me off

My eyes are glued to this new creation 
I can’t stop, drop or leave this inspiration 
Inside me theres a key to the ignition 
When its turned There is no chance of intermission 
I’ve been hitting on something much bigger than fiction 
I know Because it comes straight from my deepest intuition 
It can’t wait to escape from everything I’ve written 
Leaping from the words the moment you see em

So tonightt I am defying my sleep cycle 
Gonna try to give life to these dreams that I pull
From the hat on my skull That been getting too full 
With ideas and scenarios playing like a film roll 
On repeat so I need to hit focus and record
Can’t miss a thing double checking every cord
I know that the final piece is my only reward 
I blow through minutes and hours with every step taken towards
My gold

Play on Spotify

4am (*thommo* and EllE)

Trying to sow this seed of hope here in this musical tapestry. Trough battle and hardships we can come to see and appreciate this tiny but shining and sparkling voice of hope! May we overcome our despair through art and the amazing human capacity of facing the trouble head on!

bandcamp

Seeing It

Do You Believe In Miracles by RM Cribben 2017 ©️All Co0yrights Reserved I wrote this song as an Easter song, back in 2017 it is an upbeat track, to make you feel good...I  feel at present with the current coronavirus situation, we are all wishing for a great miracle, I hope the health authorities find a quick cure...for the covid19!  So we can all get back to normal! These are very testing times right now. Our lives are changing before our eyes....change is inevitable. We all need change for a better future.x

Always believe in Miracles.x I do👍🏻🎶🎶🎶😀
You can check this song out on my YouTube channel, to sing along to.x Don’t forget to subscribe.x

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES

Produced, composed, arranged and performed by Andrea Veltroni. All right reserved siae 2020. buy the new album " weird tales" here:https://andreaveltroni.bandcamp.com/album/weird-tales-2
video is here:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqzZE0hb9yw&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR0ACyKcwzKXzAUVOkbgZoUr3e1IflYrA3x9aQe0rNUJ5dsaXSRLyhWd9HI

Timewarp Baby

Spotify

Seconds

Dark Skies

Ahh, the dissolute pursuits of the leisured classes. So shallow! So lacking in substance! 

And pursuits scarcely get more trivial than those perpetrated by Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley and Lord Clarence Gatling von Hassle Royce, 9th Earl of Wadstein, or "Royce" as he may be casually hailed assuming you survive your first attempt at such familiarity. 

Hypnopompetus is but one of several nauseatingly diverse projects in which this brace of regal rogues, never content with studio facilities or genre restrictions, have embroiled themselves.

The skill these two flamboyants command at stylistic metamorphosis may be inextricably (and unfortunately) linked to their contentious working relationship, which is why they've become known as "The Prickly Pair". 

Yet there's no denying that the results always leave an inimitable residue -- no matter which of them is left holding the editorial high ground when the blood dries.