The Latest songs from some fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own,

Playlist 061

Fav Rock and more

Powerful emotions 💛💛💛💛💛🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

LET'S LIVE THE MOMENT

Indiana Jones & the Legend of This Playlist We Got Going on Right Here

FEEL IT TO BELIEVE

Playlist 062

The Thrill is Spinning: 30 fresh ones from the SoundCloud community

Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

AB Playlist 077 Part 1

Related tracks: Talking To Myself

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NADA  / NOTHING

He pensado en la muerte  /  I've thought about death
y en lo que habrá detrás.  /  and what will be behind.
Puede que no haya nada,  /  It may be nothing,
¿te has parado a pensar?  /  have you stopped to think?

Nada, nada... nada.  /  Nothing, nothing... nothing.

Nada, nada, nada ni siquiera aire,  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing not even air,
nada, nada, nada que pueda tocarse,  /  nothing, nothing, nothing you can touch.
Nada, nada, nada que tocar ni respirar.  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing to touch nor breathe.

Nada, nada, ni una idea ni un deseo,  /  Nothing, nothing, neither an idea nor a desire,
nada, nada, ningún miedo ni silencio,  /  nothing, nothing, no fear or silence,
nada, nada, nada nada se puede escuchar.  /  nothing, nothing, nothing nothing can be heard.
...
Nada, nada, no esperes encontrarte  /  Nothing, nothing, don't expect finding
nada, nada, no puedes imaginarte  /  nothing, nothing, you cannot imagine
nada, nada, nada, no te entra en la razón.  /  nothing, nothing, it doesn't fit your mind.

ER18PB06 - ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Nada (He pensado en la muerte)

Close your eyes, fall asleep, step off the edge and away we go….........


A big thanks to Chris Kinsey and Paul I Stubley for lending an invaluable editorial ear.

© 2015 Dairv Dubbleyew

Dream Prisoner Part III - Flying

Had the pleasure of collaborating with Dairv,fantastic track.
Thanks Dairv.
https://soundcloud.com/dairv-dubbleyew

Wishing Well /featuring Dairv Dubbleyew

Great composition by Paco Ray, worked out along two years.
Last collab to be posted in this profile, first friends I did music with:
https://soundcloud.com/paco-ray: composition, lyrics, instrumentation, vocals, production.
https://soundcloud.com/david-sinverg-enza: lyrics, vocals, bass guitar.
https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo: vocals, pocket sax, coaching.




Letra  / Translated lyrics (inspired by Aldous Huxley's novel 'Island')

EL PÁJARO MINAH  /  THE MINAH BIRD

Me desperté  /  I woke up
de un sueño equivocado,  /  from a wrong dream,
tumbado entre palmeras,  /  lying among palm trees,
no estoy perdido ni encontrado.  /  I’m neither lost nor found.

Me siento bien,  /  I feel alright,
el sol me ha iluminado,  /  the sun has illuminated me,
la vida se estremece  /  life is shaking
y el egoísmo se ha agotado.  /  and selfishness is exhausted.

Pero cómo no lo pude ver?  /  But how couldn’t I see it?
No tenemos que ir ni que volver.  /  We don’t either have to go or come back.
Hay que sentirlo para creer  /  One must feel it to believe
que vivimos muy cerca del Edén.  /  that we live very near of Eden.

Es esto real?  /  Is this real?
Atrás quedan las ruinas de la ciudad.  /  Behind are left the ruins of the city.
No pierdas tu tiempo,  /  Don’t waste your time,
no sufras más.  /  don’t suffer anymore.

Cuando el ave abra sus alas  /  When the bird opens its wings
y el día se convierta en oscuridad,  /  and the day becomes darkness,
escucha su cantar,  /  listen to its singing,
deja de pensar y vive.  /  stop thinking and live.

Pero cómo no lo pude ver?  /  But how couldn’t I see it?
No tenemos que ir ni que volver.  /  We don’t either have to go or come back.
Hay que sentirlo para creer  /  One must feel it to believe
que vivimos muy cerca del Edén.  /  that we live very near of Eden.

El ritual del Mosha,  /  The ritual of Mosha,
luz del amor al alba,  /  light of love at dawn,
la plenitud del alma,  /  the fullness of the soul,
el privilegio de la vida  /  the privilege of life
como canta el Pájaro Minah  /  as the Minah Bird sings.

Una procesión de focos avanza,  /  A procession of lights goes onward,
rugir de tanques, ruido de armas.  /  tanks roar, noise of guns.
Un grito llama a la venganza  /  A shout claims for revenge
cuando un soldado dispara al Pájaro Minah.  /  when a soldier shoots the Minah Bird.

Tanques y tropas arrasan la ciudad.  /  Tanks and troops raze the city.
La estupidez humana es el arma más letal.  /  Human stupidity is the most lethal weapon.
Cien años de historia  /  A hundred years of history
en una noche ven su final.  /  in one night watch their end.

Cuando el ave cae al suelo  /  When the bird falls to the ground
y su sangre se convierte en hielo,  /  and its blood turns to ice,
y se apaga su cantar…  /  and its singing fades…
Jamás aprenderás si no quieres escuchar.  /  You’ll never learn if you don’t want to listen.

Pero cómo no lo pueden ver?  /  But how can’t they see it?
Hemos sido bendecidos al nacer.  /  We have been blessed at birth.
Hay que sentirlo para creer  /  One must feel it to believe
que la vida es sueño.  /  that life is dream.

Y no quiero despertar   /  And I don’t want to wake up
de este sueño equivocado.  /  from this wrong dream.
Me siento bien…  /  I feel alright …
Me siento bien…  /  I feel alright …

Paco Ray: El Pájaro Minah (ft. David Sinvergüenza & E-Ruizzo)

Fields of dreams

A straightforward rocker by Jimmy Rivas and myself.
I sent Jimmy a demo of the backing track and asked if he wanted to write lyrics and add his voice, I received back this amazing vocal.
A big thanks to Jimmy for collaborating, taking the song to another level.

PLAY IT LOUD.

Credits:-
Jimmy Rivas:- Lead and harmony vocals, vocal composition, Lyrics. @j-rivas
Dairv Dubbleyew:- Guitars, Bass, Drums, musical composition, production.

Fugitives (J.Rivas - Dairv Dubbleyew)

"A pilgrimage is a journey, often into an unknown or foreign place, where a person goes in search of new or expanded meaning about the self, others, nature, or a higher good, through the experience. It can lead to a personal transformation, after which the pilgrim returns to their daily life."

the artwork is by the American painter Esao Andrews

Pilgrimage

Lyrics:
I could sit in the corner all night
I can mingle with the people
And have conversations with everyone
But you don't invite me to your parties
Any longer in your frontal lobe

You're using reverse telepathy
My messages keep bouncing back to me
Reverse telepathy

Oh, can't you see?
Won't you adjust your frequency?
We've been on this wave length for so long
 I feel that there's something wrong

You're using reverse telepathy
My messages keep bouncing back to me
Reverse telepathy
My love. it  keeps coming back to me
Reverse telepathy, reverse telepathy (can't you see?)
I feel like i'm dining on 
Edible electricity!
Reverse telepathy

Darling, won't you come back to me?
You're using your
Reverse telepathy
My messages keep bouncing back to me
Reverse telepathy!

Reverse Telepathy

Flock Of Zombies! - The Beginning Of The Festival
https://soundcloud.com/jcs-807293158/flock-of-zombies-the-beginning-of-the-festival

Zombie Hunter's Grief IMAGE ALBUM
https://www.amazon.com/Zombie-Hunters-Grief-IMAGE-ALBUM/dp/B0912B56C5/

amazon

Zombie Hunter's Grief

And the Angel blew the seventh trumpet !!!

Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Conquering and ruling cultures often oppress those they dominate. The oppressed, and those with less power, will always eventually seek justice, representation, and equal power from their subjugators. Those whose culture have been vilified, repressed, and appropriated can regain their power and love by learning about their past, choosing and identifying their cultural heroes for themselves, and restoring their appreciation and celebrations for their ancestors.  

May this song encourage an honest look into your past, acknowledging both the shadow and the light, appreciating the beauty of what was and is, and learning from accomplishments and mistakes to continue our evolution in becoming better co-creators with the planet.

I used some of a bass stem Alpha Roots sent me to make Red Earth Clay and I used the rest of the stem to make Sow Your Seeds. I have one unused bass and drum stem from Alpha Roots that I will make an old school hip hop song with and I may remix his original Hosanna bass stem one day to make a new reggae song. I may also ask Russ if I can make a version of Da Weed using Alpha Roots’ stems one day. After that, I may be complete unless I get gifted some Alpha Roots stems to play with. 

Huge thanks to Chiefo who set the original tone of this song which gave me inspiration for  the lyrics. Big ups to Fady, bit zone, and Lady of Fire Poetry for joining in on this project and adding their collective vibe. Massive thanks to Wou-Wou & the Wormling for keeping the track on skank with his rhythm guitar and for providing us with his incredible art work - commission him for some work y’all!!! And massive thanks to Russell and the Chaos Cookhouse for mixing and mastering these stems into the huge dubbed out joint that it is. Hit Russ up for his mixing and mastering services now!!!

Alpha Roots : Bass
https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots 
Chiefo: Synths
https://soundcloud.com/jonahjohn
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Rhythm Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
Fady: Keys
https://soundcloud.com/fadysporz
bitzone: Drums and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone 
Lady of Fire Poetry: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals 
musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
Mixed at the Chaos Cookhouse
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com
Art by Wou-Wou & the Wormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.com

Lyrics:

Know your roots and your culture 
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey 
Rock your roots and your culture 
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey 

Get to know your roots and your culture
Who you be now 
Know your history now 
So you can see now 
Where you wanna sow your seeds now 
Where you wanna sow your seeds now
Hey ey ey
Hey ey ey 

Gonna build on that which went before I 
Try and build on that which went before I 
Never knew who I was 
Dem try and control my 
Never knew who I was 
Dem try and control my
 Destiny with suppression and lies 
Deny that my ancestors were wise 
Revise my story with your wicked eyes  so others will despise 
And overlook the great civilizations that my people built 
Likewise likewise likewise

Unaware of history your destined to repeat it 
Only hear deceitful stories and we’re likely to concede to it 
Take away the leaders from our culture to unseat it 
Take away our dreams from our spirit to defeat it 
Replace dem with your poor role models and everyone believes in it 
Replace dem with your hopelessness and everyone perceives it 
But Jah lion shines bright in us and we only need to see it 
Jah lion is shining bright in us and all we need to do is reveal it

Sow Your Seeds

Alpha Roots, Chiefo, Fady, bitzone, Lady of Fire Poetry, Wou-Wou, Russ & CK - Sow Your Seeds

@rick-4-1 The Perfect Drums
@janinelevinson The Dreamy Vocal Choir
@phil-mcwalter The Other Stuff

I was blown away by the beautiful contributions of these two Valuable Friends; Janine and Rick. How do they do it? Don't ask me...

Drift to this...



DON'T ASK ME

Don't ask me
'Cos I don't know
Said don't ask me
'Cos I don't know

On my Roberts radio
On my Roberts radio

It never gets better alone
Oh no
It never gets better alone

Don't ask me
'Cos I don't know
Why ask me
'Cos I don't know

Come in.. Come in... Come in...

Don't ask me
'Cos I don't know
Said don't ask me
'Cos I don't know

On my Roberts radio
On my Roberts radio

It never gets better alone
Oh no
It never gets better alone
Never gets better

Don't ask me...
'Cos I don't know
Why ask me
'Cos I don't know

Don't ask me baby
I don't know I don't know I don't know

©Phil McWalter July 2020

Don't Ask Me Baby

Spotify

Don't Ask Me

An older track I did. together with Special Cecilia with reworked guitars to make it easier to jump to it 😀🎸🤘

Vocals: @specialececilia
Composition: @specialececilia @nobsmeyer
Guitar, Bass, Keyboards & Production: Norbert Meyer
I hope you will enjoy this reissue!

Spinning Spinning

Spinning Spinning 2023 Reissue | Special Cecilia & Nobs

Texte Français et Google traduction

TANT DE TANT
Tant de distance, de kilomètres,
Et cette absence qui prend la tête !
Se voir au loin, s’imaginer,
Et n’être enfin que séparé.

Tant de désirs gardés en soi,
Même si l’av’nir nous les donn’ra !
Il faut chasser tous ces démons
Qui font douter au plus profond.

Tant de souffrances à l’intérieur,
De coups de lance perçant le cœur !
Et plus il saigne à rendre vie,
Moins ne s’éteignent les voeux d’envie.

Tant de temps, de temps perdu,
Sans pour autant on s aime plus !
On se fait signe et on s’appelle,
Par quelques lignes que l’on veut belles.

Tant de ces manques marqués de vide
Que l’on se planque sans être lucide,
Et qui reviennent à chaque instant,
Remuer la peine dans nos dedans.

Tant de coupures pour notre amour,
Et de blessures plus chaque jour,
Qu’il faut panser à l’eau d’espoir,
Cicatriser pour mieux se voir.

Tant de larmes dans nos yeux,
Comme des flammes qui donnent le feu,
S’en vont mourir le long des joues,
Pour mieux se dire…. et bientôt nous.

Tant de temps, de temps perdu,
Sans pour autant on s aime plus !
On se fait signe et on s’appelle,
Par quelques lignes que l’on veut belles.

SO MANY
So much distance, kilometers,
And this absence which takes the lead!
See yourself in the distance, imagine yourself,
And finally to be separated.

So many desires kept in oneself,
Even if the future will give them to us!
We must cast out all these demons
Which cause deep doubts.

So much suffering inside,
Heart-piercing spear shots!
And the more it bleeds to bring life,
Fewer wishes of envy go out.

So much time, wasted time,
Without, however, we love each other more!
We wave and call each other,
By a few lines that we want to be beautiful.

So many of these void-marked gaps
That we hide without being lucid,
And who keep coming back every moment,
Stir the pain in our hearts.

So many cuts for our love,
And more injuries every day
That we must heal with the water of hope,
Healing to see yourself better.

So many tears in our eyes,
Like flames that give fire,
Will die down the cheeks,
To better say…. and soon us.

So much time, wasted time,
Without, however, we love each other more!
We wave and call each other,
By a few lines that we want to be beautiful.

TANT DE TANT

TANT DE TANT (La distance en amour)

Amazon

The Shadow Goes

The darkest clouds

All of my songs start out on my Guild acoustic guitar – and then I get carried away. Thanks for listening. Hope you find yourself humming along with the chorus someday. 

Written by Tim Griffis August 1-4, 2020
Mix 1: August 5, 2020
Mix 2: August 8, 2020, changed eq on the bass guitar

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio
Tim's Guitars
Rhythm1: Guild DV52 Acoustic (bought in Vancouver back in 2000)
Rhythm2: Fender Stratocaster
Lead1: Fender Stratocaster
Bass: Fender Squire

Mics: Neumann TLM 67
Drums: arranged by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape. 


Lyrics (keeping it sparse as usual and to the point)

Verse 1
Your Life – it’s a beautiful thing
One Life – it’s yours to win

Chorus 1
Dark clouds bring a brand new day
Dark clouds wash it all away

Verse 2
Sometimes life, it takes you away
To another time, another place

Chorus 2
Dark clouds bring a brand new day
Dark clouds wash it all away

Bridge
When your heart longs for another day
It’s gonna be alright
It’s gonna be alright

Outro
Dark clouds bring a brand new day
Dark clouds wash it all away
Wash it all away…

The darkest clouds

by Lew Brown and Ray Henderson

Trumpet and piano trio by Andrew Morley https://soundcloud.com/user-605559559
Vocals by Irina

Can't thank Andrew enough for his wonderful interpretation of this classic.

The Thrill Is Gone | Irina & Andrew Morley

Once Upon A Time

Slow motion memories 
Written by: Tim Griffis August 15, 2020
Featuring: The Gatsbys (Dirk Taubenheim)
Mix 1: October 13, 2020 - Hope you like the sound

A huge thank you to Dirk Taubenheim for agreeing to work on this song. 


Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio
Tim's Guitars
Rhythm1: Les Paul Standard
Lead1: Les Paul Standard

Dirk Taubenheim’s amazing guitars
Bass (panned center)
Rickenbacker (panned stereo 28 degrees)
Acoustic (two tracks, panned hard right and left)

Mics: Neumann TLM 67
Drums: arranged by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG
Backing Vocals: Dirk Taubenheim

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape. 
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Old man, hold my hand
and tell me a story 
of a boy, and all the joy 
Yeah….

Chorus 1
Walking down the street 
You’re so out of reach
and everyone passes by
with stars in their eyes

Verse 2
Sitting at the lake
Watching the waves crash in
Come on hold my hand
One more time
Old man, hold my hand
and tell me one more story
when you were a boy 

Chorus 2
Walking down the street
You seem so out of reach
Come take my hand 
Try to understand
Walking down the street
You seem so out of reach

Outro
You seem so out of reach
Please come take my hand 
And try to understand 
Stars in your eyes
You’re so out of reach
Stars in your eyes
And no one can be reached
Stars in your eyes 
Try to understand
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Want to play along?
Basic Chord Structure

Verse
G#sus(b6)          F#minor7           B(add11)

Chorus
F#minor              A(add9)               B(add11)

Slow motion memories (feat. The Gatsbys)

Hear Me Out

The Mystery

Lyrics, mixing: Myckaël Marcovic https://soundcloud.com/myckael-marcovic/tracks
Music, vocal, mixing and mastering: Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ twitter.com/Lukowig
Illustration: Lukowig and Myckaël Marcovic

Je suis le vieux forçat de cette forteresse
Aux invisibles murs, mais remplis de murmures
Tournant en procession au fond de cette pièce
Où mon âme n’a plus que des lambeaux d’armures.

Et tel un condamné, j’entends leur psalmodie
Gémir à demi-mots leur sourde messe-basse
Tombant à gros flocons dans l’hiver infini,
Ressusciter sans cesse un passé qui se glace.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.

Mais quand revient le soir, loin des bruits de la ville,
Que la folle vitrine amusant le passant
Remet le fond de tain d’un miroir indocile,
J’y revois, impuissant, le passé lancinant.

Puis dans ce grand mouchoir qui se prend pour mon lit,
J’allonge ma défaite, inutile d’aisance,
Comme si en dormant, les conseils de la nuit
Allaient soudain venir dans ce port de plaisance.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.

L’amour a tout l’esprit et tout le corps divin.
Et si j’en perds le nord, c’est que par tous mes sens
Il m’y anéantit, pour un oui, pour un lien
Qui n’aura d’heureux que le poids de l’inconscience.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.
24 mai 2017

Aproximate translation :

I am the old convict of this fortress
With invisible walls, but full of murmurs
Turning in procession at the bottom of this room
Where all my soul has left are tatters of armor.

And like a condemned man, I hear their psalmody
Moaning half-words their deaf low mass
Falling to large flakes in the infinite winter,
Constantly resurrecting a frozen past.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

But when we come back in the evening, far from the sounds of the city,
Let the crazy window amuse the passerby
Put back the bottom of one of those indocile mirrors,
I can’t help but remember the haunting past.

Then in this big handkerchief that thinks it’s my bed,
I lengthen my defeat, useless of ease,
As if in sleep, the tips of the night
Suddenly would come to this marina.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

Love has all the spirit and all the divine body.
And if I lose the north, it’s because of all my senses
He destroys me, for a yes, for a link
Who will be happy only by the weight of unconsciousness.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

May 24, 2017

Le forçat du passé

Le forçat du passé [Myckaël Marcovic and Lukowig]

MIDNIGHT HOUR
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 1988/2015/2020 AB Music

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU SAY THERE'S NO LAW
IN THIS HOUR, YOU GO ALONE

CHANGING YOUR NAME, IT'S NOT REALY YOU
AND IN THIS HOUR, YOU'LL MAKE, YOU'LL PAY
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN

THE KIDS ARE ALL SHOUTING, PLAYGROUNDS A SONG
CATCHING THE COLDNESS, I'M ALL ALONE

MIDNIGHT HOUR, YOU'RE UNDER THE LAW
IT'S IN THIS HOUR, YOU ARE ALONE
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
AND NOW YOU ARE TORN
(break)
(chorus)
WATCH ME THERE NOW
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE
SO........... REMEMBER SO
SO........... REMEMBER SO CLOSE

Another  World

MIDNIGHT HOUR

LES GENS S’ENGUEULENT ON SAIT PAS POURQUOI MAIS
LES GENS S’ENGUEULENT
LES GENS S’ENGUEULENT ILS SAVENT PAS POURQUOI MAIS
LES GENS S’ENGUEULENT

DES NOMS D’OISEAUX DES MOTS DE TROP ET DES GROS MOTS
POUR TROIS FOIS RIEN DU MOMENT QUE ÇA FAIT DU BIEN 
DE FAIRE DU MAL UN ANIMAL 
DEUX ANIMAUX

AVEC MA POULE C’EST UNE AFFAIRE QUI ROULE MAIS
DÈS QU’ON S’ENGUEULE
Y’ A TOUT QUI S’ÉCROULE EN SUCETTE EN SEMOULE OUAIS
TEL UN CRUMBLE

QU’EST-CE QUE T’AS DIT RÉPÈTE UN PEU J’VAIS TOUT CASSER
TU M’FAIS PAS PEUR D’ABORD C’EST TOI QU’A COMMENCÉ
ON A L’AIR FIN AH OUAIS ON A L’AIR BEAU À VOIR
DÉFIGURÉS LA BOUCHE ROUGE ET LES YEUX NOIRS OH

LES GENS S’ENGUEULENT ET QUAND ILS EN ONT ASSEZ
DE S’ENGUEULER
CHACUN SINGLE VA SE FAIRE VOIR DE SON CÔTÉ
POUR FAIRE LA GUEULE

DES LIONS DES MOUSTIQUES DES LYCAONS DES TIQUES
DES CHIENS QUI ABOIENT ET DES CHATTES HYSTÉRIQUES
VIOLENCES DOMESTIQUES QUI S’Y FROTTE S’Y PIQUE
DANSER LE TWIST ET LA SAMBA SUR UN FIL ÉLECTRIQUE

LES GENS S’ENGUEULENT

LES GENS S'ENGUEULENT - cats & dogs (Lyrics)

Cell Ascension （Meditation version）

!!!PLAY IT LOUDER!!!

@janinelevinson on Soaring Vocals
@rick-4-1 on Pineapple Stealing Drums
@phil-mcwalter on The Other Stuff

SPREAD YOUR WINGS

I’ll give you a minute
Then maybe an hour
But I don’t like the look of you
Or your ivory tower
Are you a candidate?
You don’t smell of the street
The pavement don’t suit you
Trips up your feet

Spread your wings
If you don’t like the darkness
Spread your wings
And you’re afraid of the lights
You’re not safe in your nest
Take the plunge
It won’t hurt for long
Spread your wings

There’s rain in the forecast
There’s time in your eyes
Flags in the furlough
Waived by the wise
The church door was open
Granite and still
The boys went in
And the pigeon came out

I'll give you a minute
It won't hurt for long, oh no
I'll give you a minute

Spread your wings
If you don’t like the darkness
Spread your wings
And you’re afraid of the lights
You’re not safe in your nest
Take the plunge
It won’t hurt for long
Spread your wings

I’ll give you a minute
I’ll give you a minute
I’ll give you a minute
The pavement don’t suit you
The pavement don’t suit you
The pavement don’t suit you

© Phil McWalter Sept 2020

Spread Your Wings

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Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)

A Secret Door

Sometimes when life feels hard it doesn't feel like God is around but he is always here. This song deals with those lonely feelings but also remembering that Jesus is always with us.

Talking To Myself

I have written this song for all people and creatures who suffer from the increasing resurgence of right-wing populist and repressive political systems

Lyrics in English:

The murderers are still among us
They are further called "Hinz" and "Kunz"
Are completely anonymous and nameless

Arisen from the womb
Who unites them in hatred of foreigners

White as a sheet in their souls
The heritage makes them great again

The murder legacy is now starting:

They may vomit again
Insulting, groping, staring at women
Ripping Jews Kipas from their heads
Shitting on PoC their need

Lighting homeless people at night
Inventing the Holocaust as a lie

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

The language is diluted
It targets the lowest instinct
Pretends to be "The People"
Invades the angle of revenge of bitter souls

Arouses envy of those who are at the top
And those who are supposedly getting better
Until a legimitation is created for them:

To kick, to beat, to torture, to rush
To sharpen the weapons against the alleged invasion
To pillory those again who think differently 
To swell the national chicken breast
To set nasty traps for those who are declared vermin
To ennoble the betrayal
To gag the deviants dead 
To wriggle themselves superiority with the tail of the power demon

Never again!
Turn off the brown light
Never again!
A mortuary house 
Never again!
Mass murder as a plan
The banality of evil is sneakily creeping up
Never again!
Never again!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Nie wieder!

Die Mörder sind noch immer unter uns
Sie heißen weiter "Hinz" und "Kunz"
Sind ganz gesicht- und namenlos

Entsprungen aus dem Mutterschoß
Der Sie vereint im Fremdenhaß

In ihrer Seele leichenblaß 
Macht sie das Erbe wieder groß

Das Mordvermächtnis legt jetzt los:

Sie dürfen wieder kotzen
Frauen beschimpfen, begrapschen, anglotzen
Juden Kipas niederreißen
Auf PoC ihre Notdurft scheißen
Obdachlose nachts anzünden
Den Holocaust als Lüge erfinden

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Die Sprache ist verdünnt
Zielt auf den niedersten Instinkt
Gibt vor "Das Volk" zu sein
Dringt in den Rachewinkel bitt‘rer Seelen ein

Schürt Neid auf jene, die da oben stehen
Und jene, denen es angeblich besser geht
Bis eine Legimitation für Sie entsteht:

Zu treten, zu schlagen, zu foltern, zu hetzen
Die Waffen gegen die vermeintliche Invasion zu wetzen
An den Pranger zu stellen 
Die nationale Hühnerbrust zu schwellen
Den zum Ungeziefer Erklärten fiese Fallen zu stellen
Den Verrat zu veredeln
Die Abweichler tot zu knebeln 
Sich mit dem Schwanz des Machtdämons Überlegenheit zuzuwedeln

Nie wieder!
Macht das Braunlicht aus
Nie wieder!
Ein Leichenberge-Haus 
Nie wieder!
Massenmord als Plan
Die Banalität des Bösen kriecht schleichend heran
Nie wieder!
Nie wieder!

Nie wieder! - Never again!

Nie Wieder! - Never Again! (Lyrics in English in the Intro)

Set me Free / Paploviante September 2020
Vocals: Alley from  www.Ghosthack.de
Lyrics:
You filled me with passion
A candle in the dark
And in your own fashion
You burned it to the ground
Its sad but it's true
I can't get over you
I'm trying to breath 
But I'm choked by the fumes
Set me free
I'm just trying to breath
Let it go
Cus I can't keep hold
If I told you that I love you
Would you let everything slide
If I told you that I want you
Would I run and hide?

Set Me Free - 💑💑💑 Paploviante

Under A Sun Called Hope

“The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror.
"If to be fair is to be beautiful," he said, "who can compare with me in my white mask?"
"Who can compare with him in his white mask?" I asked Death beside me.
"Who can compare with me?" said Death, "for I am paler still."
"You are very beautiful," sighed the Clown, turning his powdered face from the mirror.”
― Robert W. Chambers

Gleaming Sunray Of Dark Intentions

Cupidon Don't Make Me Mad No More

Zombie Hunter's Grief
https://soundcloud.com/jcs-807293158/zombie-hunters-grief

Zombie Hunter's Grief IMAGE ALBUM
www.amazon.com/Zombie-Hunters-Gr…UM/dp/B0912B56C5/

Flock Of Zombies! - The Beginning Of The Festival

There is always another side.


Art by Stefan Keller

Dark One

Original version is available on the album - SCENARIO BIZARRE- https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/silver-lining
VIDEO :- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVmBjklzjDE&ab_channel=BillyKorg
Here is the amazing Billy Korg mix of Silver Lining .
Go show your appreciation of his other work :- https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Thank you Billy for giving this track a completely fresh vibe !

Silver Lining (Billy Korg Remix)- winkandwoo

Electronic music and vocals "Runaway"
Art work ; An old water colour of mine.

Runaway

Lyrics, effects and vocals by Nathalie B20
https://soundcloud.com/nathalie-b20
Instrumental by me (orignal Blue)

I Saw You ( Produced By Moon Dust Ft. Nathalie B20)

Faded Love (composed by James Rivas https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas and John Marlowe) 
Vocal and photo: Oddrun Eikli 
Musicarr. and all instruments: Aleck Rand https://soundcloud.com/aleckrand

Faded Love ( composed by James Rivas/John Marlowe) Oddrun Eikli and Aleck Rand

Clip sur Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luVyBEMG43o

Les solos de guitares ( Clip Youtube )

It sure seems there's always malice in the palace. Either you’re in the palace causing malice or you’re trying to stop the malice. In both cases there's still malice in the palace. As subjects, we have to live with that malice, so get out and vote. And if voting doesn’t make a difference, get out there and storm the palace, but only for a cause I believe in, lol. 

I love roots reggae and am stuck in the period between '68 and '82. Don’t get me wrong, ska is great, and I lump rocksteady into my preferred period of reggae. And I am not saying I don’t appreciate later periods of reggae and dancehall. I did enjoy the 90s dancehall that often went along with golden era hip hop. But I will always like 70s roots reggae best. I must be old. 

Thanks SoundCloud friends for making roots reggae with me and helping me LARP my musical fantasies. You're all the best! May everyone live out their rock star dreams.

Joerxworx: Horns
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
D. D. Danahy: Keyboards 
https://soundcloud.com/darren-d-danahy
Heartscore: Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/heartscore
Jon Lock: Bass and Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
Bitzone: Drums and Percussion
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mixing and Mastering
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com
Wou-Wou & Wormling: Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

Trodding in this world of inequity 
People dying in the city
Kings in palaces show no pity
There’s malice in the palace 
There’s malice in the palace
Queen Majesty let’s lick up the chalice
I wanna hear I wanna hear what you can tell us 
And don’t you try to quell us
Or we’ll be storming up the citadel, yes! 
You’ve got to be pure of heart and pure mind
Cause blessed are the pure in heart
So you’ve got to live clean
If you know what I mean
There’s malice in the palace
We’re storming the citadel, yes!
And in the end, the last shall be first, and the first last 
For many shall be called, but few shall be chosen
Trodding in this world of inequity 
People are dying in the city
And kings in palaces dem show no pity
There’s malice in the palace 
There’s malice in the palace
Queen Majesty let’s lick up the chalice
I wanna hear I wanna hear what you can tell us 
So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it
For him it is sin
And that is the way of the righteous
For the path may be rocky
But the conscious can remain clean
If you know what I mean
There’s malice in the palace 
And we’re storming the citadel, yes!
For many are called, but few are chosen
There’s malice in the palace 
There’s malice in the palace, 
Queen Majesty let’s lick up the chalice
I wanna hear I wanna hear what you have to say
And don’t you lie to us
Or we’ll be climbing the citadel, yes!
Or we’ll be climbing the citadel 
There’s too much inequity 
So don’t you try quell
Do good things for in due season we will reap
So do not grow weary in doing good, y’all
And the fruit of the spirit is love, goodness, and peace 
And against such things there is no law
Living in the righteous way is no flaw
There’s Malice in da palace
And We’re storming the citadel
We’re storming the citadel, yes!
For many are called, but few are chosen
There’s Malice in da palace
There’s Malice in da palace
There’s Malice in da palace
There’s Malice in da palace
Trodding in this world of inequity 
people dying in the city
Kings in palaces dem show no pity
And we’re all going to be storming the citadel, yes!
So Queen Majesty
I wanna have a word with you and lick up da chalice
I wanna hear, I wanna hear, I wanna hear what you have to say
There’s Malice in da palace
There’s Malice in da palace
And don’t you try to quell us
There’s Malice in da palace
Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life

Joerxworx, D.D.Danahy, Heartscore, Jon Lock, Bitzone, Russ, the Couch King -  Malice In The Palace

Bass, guitar and synthesizer : Wypernet soundcloud.com/wypernet/tracks
Drums, lyrics and vocal : Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ twitter.com/Lukowig
Artwork : Enrique Meseguer

Combien de tours du monde
par les mers et les terres
ne cessant une seconde
ta course solitaire ?

Toi la grande silencieuse
que cache ton teint livide ?
Souvent de marbre parfois rieuse
ton regard semble si vide...

Toi la grande voyageuse
ni triste ni heureuse
tu t'éreintes à trouver la flamme
l'étreinte éternelle d'une âme.

Traversant les saisons
villes campagnes et maisons
tu n'as qu'une seule raison
de vivre : ta fauchaison.

Toi la grande ténébreuse
que cache ton teint livide ?
Souvent de marbre parfois rieuse
ton regard semble si vide...

Toi la grande voyageuse
ni triste ni heureuse
tu t'éreintes à trouver la flamme
l'étreinte éternelle d'une âme.

En quête d'une sœur d'âme
tu embrasses à l'envie
pour cela on te blâme :
tu embrases des vies.

Toi la grande moissonneuse
que cache ton teint livide ?
Souvent de marbre parfois rieuse
ton regard semble si vide...

Toi la grande voyageuse
ni triste ni heureuse
tu t'éreintes à trouver la flamme
l'étreinte éternelle d'une âme.

La grande voyageuse [Wypernet and Lukowig]

IS THIS LOVE
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2015/2020

IF YOU WANT IT, YOU GOT TO FEEL IT
YOU GOT TO PLAY IT, YOU GOT TO MAKE IT

YOU GOT TO EAT IT, YOU'VE GOT TO GROOVE IT
YOU'VE GOT TO HEAR IT, YOU'VE GOT TO BREAK IT

(Ref)
TAKE MY LOVE AND TAKE AWAY
THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
SHOULD NEVER COME THIS WAY
WE'VE MADE THIS LOVING WORLD
FOR EACH AND EVERY HEART

(chorus)
YOU'RE THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
YOU'RE THE BEST THING ALL THE TIME
IS THIS LOVE

(Break 1)

ATTRACT IT, DON'T CONFUSE IT
EVOLUTION, IT HAS MADE US

YOU GOTTA DRIVE IT, YOU;VE GOT TO BREATH IT
YOU'VE GOT TO SHOW IT, I CAN'T FAKE IT

(Ref)
TAKE MY LOVE AND TAKE AWAY
THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
SHOULD NEVER COME THIS WAY
WE'VE MADE THIS LOVING WORLD
FOR EACH AND EVERY HEART

(chorus)
YOU'RE THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
YOU'RE THE BEST THING ALL THE TIME
 IS THIS LOVE,  IS THIS LOVE,  IS THIS LOVE

(break 2)

(Ref)
TAKE MY LOVE AND TAKE AWAY
THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
SHOULD NEVER COME THIS WAY
WE'VE MADE THIS LOVING WORLD
FOR EACH AND EVERY HEART

(chorus)
YOU'RE THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
YOU'RE THE BEST THING ALL THE TIME
IS THIS LOVE,  IS THIS LOVE,  IS THIS LOVE

Flock Of Zombies! - The Beginning Of The Festival

JCS