JEFF RAUSCHL

September 2017 Discoveries.

Many people simply want to hear and enjoy some great new music without having to waste time searching for hours. These Musical Discoveries collections aim to fulfill those needs. At least, we hope so!

This playlist is a compilation of the favourite musical discoveries of the Wud Records team from everything they heard at SoundCloud during September 2017.

Tracks have been arranged according to the number of plays at the time of publishing, starting with the fewest. Tracks that are early in playlists tend to receive more plays than later tracks, and we feel that the ones with fewer plays need the best chance of exposure.

This playlist is extremely eclectic, so if the track you are playing isn't quite doing it for you, try the next one. It will probably be completely different.

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See also:
* news about this playlist: http://www.wudrecords.co.uk/news/wud-records-september-2017-musical-discoveries
* this playlist at Wud Records: http://www.wudrecords.co.uk/miscellaneous/musical-discoveries/september-2017-musical-discoveries
* all Musical Discoveries compilations: http://www.wudrecords.co.uk/miscellaneous/musical-discoveries/

September 2017 Discoveries

Soundcloud's off the radar artists' latest music in one convienent playlist.

August Double Whammy (add 2 most recent w/ Repost)

The Davenport of Despair

The first fully-fledged EP. We hope you enjoy. If you don't, tough.

Available for download on Bandcamp for free here:
http://throatpunchcity.bandcamp.com

Music by Throatpunch City
Recorded & Produced by Al Heslop @ Creative Control
Artwork by Sam Smith

http://facebook.com/throatpunchcity
http://throatpunchcity.bandcamp.com
http://twitter.com/throatpunchcity

Cavernous Whore

 Boom Boom Boom Music/ Guitars backing vocals  by Alexander D.  Lyrics Lead Vocals Jeff Rauschl.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Feeling rundown and forgotten like the cowboys of old

RUN-DOWN COWBOY

A common situation leads to uncommon results, and I like it like that!

BACTERIA (BABYS GOT)

What if Cows were smarter than me...... Download available at Broadjam/jeffrauschl 
http://www.broadjam.com/artists/songs.php?artistID=85923

COWNUNDRUM

The lonely shy man never brave enough to express his unending love

COWARD'S LULLABY

JUNK DRAWER

MATH or IT ALL ADDS UP TO SHIT (WORKING COPY)

SHIT FARM

Stage 2: The Russian Ninja

A close encounter. One of my early tracks. 

Hey Mr. Spaceman (orignal song)

2.ALLTRIBE

An early track. 
"You drove it deep with your lip-rip-stick"
LYRICS:
TREBLE HOOK
music and lyrics by jeff rauschl

You tricked me with your trebble hook
Hidden deep in the folds of your skin
and your devil looks
was a trebble hook

You tricked me with your trebble hook
lured me in with the sins of the flesh
I overlooked
the glint and the gleem
of your tebble hook

You drove it deep with your
LIP-RIP-STICK
Can't break the strength of your
MONOFILAMENT

Pulled me up from the depths
of my home
no defense
from the tension
of your trebble hook

your trebble hook
your trebble hook
your trebble hook barbs
they got me
trebble hook

A take the bait like some mouse trap cheese
I break the waves try to set myself free
You play me out
break me down with ease
with your trebble hook

ohh your trebble hook (40 lb test)
you got me with your trebble hook (40 lb test)
there's no defense
from the 40 lb test
of your trebble hook

I'm out of breath from your
GILL-NET-GRIP
I'll face the knives of your
FACTORY-SHIP
Swept away from the safety of the waves
by your trebble hook
....................
Brains, Body, Beauty




The three barbs
of your trebble hook

Treble Hook

This is for all those who push themselves when everyone else gave up or just faded away.

WRIII

Last Man Standin'

enjoy our updated version of a veritable ass spanker!

lyrics written/recorded by Sweed 'Chillus' Knox / Spinman Finn (Brewster/Orme)
music by Spinman Finn / David Krain
except lead guitar, courtesy;  Tod Salin
©2018-25, Urban Must Music (SOCAN).
direct inquiries to spinmanfinn@gmail.com
follow on Twitter @SpinmanFinn #occasionallyinteresting
for a healthy dose of my sonic inspirations, check the Spinman Finnlist~
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLa-qbI4kMRqOvsj7R2MH4KAlSUU1hNrrJ

Rollwitdis (f. S'weed Knox & Babyface Finnster)

Hotfoot It

This is the last tune for WRIII album...If you follow U.S. politics, there are a few references that you hear constantly on the headlines (fake or not) and we thought of making a tune with 'em in it :)

New World

music/lyrics/production from Finnbrad Orme, aka Cause McDubree
backups by:  Stellabella Barista

Chorus:  Whoo hoo hoo hoo
Back by unpopular demand:  the Slam Poetry Series part 2
sendin this one out to the two bit chumps and punky pukes who were hopin the bomb verses I dropped last time were flukes/fuck no-
Yippee finally McDubree overly lengthy hiatus is done, trippy headz say hurray pussy MC’s on the run from gun blazin, amazin raising storm clouds of sorrow like there’s no tomorrow, indelible mark of Zorro left on amateur hour poseurs (plahplah) disposable crap tracks with dubious false disclosures (LIAR!) shoutin up there fifth gen Irish dj Paddy Wack- YO! take that back to the drawing board/can’t afford to bring in Lorde, yes it’s Cause in effect your shit gets wrecked if you disrespect, be finding out the greasy guts I’m grinding out, zip your lip son get served like a dish of dim sum, come deranged/explained chances ranged between slim and none, too many shitty city dwellin dawgs barkin away back in the day, DMX did that (barkbark) before y’all played copycat, Houston do you copy that? got me droppin in a hoppy vat of Port Credit craft beer free to drown with no fear, so we’re clear: abstract stray slams back as punked emcee’s pray I convey there 7 grams back- fuck that, got brainstorms bring rainstorms on your main forms of transportation hypersonic saturation- remembered forever as the Last Sensation.
Bridge/Chorus
(whodat?) Shadow of impending doom in the room move the bar up- to begin round 2, where we found you/ground to, a pulp help! blood gushin fountain squish your face like the Mountain, final accountin amountin to nuthin, chest out huffin & puffin/hissy fittin Doc McStuffin (guffaw) known to hold my own in that in-between zone of fully blown and all alone (you saw)- I hone in on what’s real and let others deal with nuisance like girl squeal & mass appeal, my ultra-violent vernacular’s frequently referred to as spectacular, highly indicative of how fuckin sick I live, manifesting itself into words that do damage to mental health, come crunch time got the punch line that has emcees breakin for lunch time, dodging my  steady stream of consciousness bein deemed butt reamin raunchiest (buk buk buk)
Bridge/Chorus
Which Ivory tower artist is the latest to wish Spinner wasn’t the Master of the faux finish, chill/we still- droppin phat rhymes bring flatlines to battle rappers stat lines take notes and form up, those salvos just the warm up see, I’m chronically sonically mic grippin lip rippin back flippin pool of lava skinny dippin smooth as fuck/smack a schmuck then whack a mole asshole like Sean Combs, all the way to where the buffalo roams, Puffy- always been soft and fluffy (sofff), n' Diddy- ya mic skills is fuckin shitty, my form o’ hatin on your overatin has been percolatin next to Satan/waitin, patiently in case you be blatantly still famous as Amos, crime so heinous I got a priority  package for Uranus, my funky form of expression lead you to chronic depression, call your label buddies for more feasibility studies, it’s as if I’m Socrates talking down to these chart topping Bad  Boy type mediocrities, always found it odd how a fraud, morphed into a (oooh) Entertainment mogul (here it comes) well, if you mogul like you rap walk in the boardroom catch a slap from the real CEO, Harvard nerd who talks like C-P-3-O, tell me how da fuck you still doin this? when every time out it sounds like you’re new at this, as for being the hip-hop fashion icon I can’t let that bygone be bygone, more like Elf costume Will Ferrell (huh?) always dressed in gay apparel (oh) hark the unparalleled herald, challengers impaled when not imperiled (which way did he go?) plain for everyone to see watchin Shiddy’s show on t.v. (YO SHUTTIN DOWN THE STUDIO) you a dicklickin douche, (no verbal response your honor) that’s cause my homie Trudeau told him- fermez la fucking bouche

Back By Unpopular Demand (f. the Last Wordsmith, Cause McDubree)

BVSMV and I joined forces to create some absolute pop.
Taken from the upcoming Leo EP

GET THE LEO EP

The Epic Wall (feat. BVSMV)

the new single Human is out now to download now on itunes

Human

Might need a bit of a volume boost..
Lyrics:
On your mark.
Get set.
Go!

I'm running out of time
I'm running out of room
I'm running out of rhymes
I keep playing out of tune
I oughta' give it up
I oughta' leave the stage
I gotta run away
but I keep falling on my face
....oh another day another race 
....for the runner

I keep reaching for the stars
I keep grabbing at the ring
I try lassoing the moon
But I'm feeling every sting
I oughta' give it up 
Ioughta' quit the play
I keep talking to myself
but there's nothing left to say
...another day another race is done
...his rest is shattered by the starting gun
...cause he's the runner
I'm climbing over mountains
I'm climbing over rocks
I'm climbing to the summit
to the chiming of the clock
I oughta' give it up
I oughta' call a truce
I gotta raise a flag
but I wonder what's the use

I'm hiding from the bullets
I'm hiding from their spears
I'm hiding from the onslaught
Hiding from the years
I gotta give it up
I oughta' take a bow
I can't avoid the curtain
It's descending on me now
...Day by day he fights the marathon
...Step by step towards oblivion
...The course he fights it's a lonely one
...cause he's the runner

I'm running out of rhymes
I'm running out of answers
I'm stepping out of time
Getting trampled by the dancers
I try running away
I keep falling on my face
....another day another race to run
....for the runner

....Other runners overtaking him
...the pace to great you know he'll never win
...but now he's surging in a second wind
...cause he's the runner

I'm falling to the bottom
I'm falling from the graces
I'm falling into darkness
I keep staring into faces
I oughta show my hand
I oughta go all in
I gotta call there bluff
Maybe I could win
...one more race
...one more chance
...for the runner

music and lyrics by Jeff rauschl
copyright 2011

The Runner

The Hiatus is over. I'm back listening to the great artists of Soundcloud! 
Someday I hope to record again to!