embraid heartstrings 'spacial' laugh

Shael's beautiful mandolin features on this recording of Heartstrings, and the tenuous nature of our lines of communication...

The Tequila Monday Project

Heartstrings

Lyrics:
You speak of love as if you know.
And touched by gods as you go.
The pain of hands as they land.
Inflicted by your lovers hand.

Fuck the one who loves to hurt you.
And fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one who is still here.

Fuck the one who loves to hurt you.
And fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one who is still here.

You tell stories so hard to believe.
Depths of pain with no relief.
The sacred things you must endure.
To keep yourself in line and pure.

Fuck the one who loves to fuck you.
And fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one who is still here.

Fuck the one who loves to hurt you.
Fuck you cause you care.
And fuck me cause I'm stupid.
Cause I'm the one that is still here.

Notes: 
This track starts out on Skype with the three of us sharing a drink and Jay pulling up his guitar and sharing his idea for a bass line.  I proceed to work on it and next call I send him a couple of revisions.  

Jay says "no, I mean like this"...my response was did you just Dave Grohl me? You could see the look of horror in his eyes as he begins processing what was said... I busted out laughing as I knew what he meant...but couldn't resist the opportunity to for a little mischief.  

We started this out trying to capture a bit of a NIN'ish type of vibe with the bass being the central focus driving the track.  We all jumped around to new positions on this one...and pushed boundaries.  

I think that is the musical binding that ties The Welcome Parade together.  It is that no one says I am this and only this.  

I hope when you listen to this you can feel that friendship and inclusiveness.  The subject matter on this track is dark and perhaps difficult to see the unity behind the scenes.  At least in part that is always why I put in some notes. 

Peace and love brothers and sisters! 

Track Info - Fuck 2 G 1 A 3 MS 2 RX OZ

Fuck

Fuck (by The Welcome Parade)

Quietly Go Crazy

A big thank you to my brother JayKay for playing solo guitar

Please take a closer listen to  https://soundcloud.com/jokelstein1?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Hmm, wildlife markets… maybe?

1.
I looked up to the sky this afternoon, 
The clouds were so ragged 
And there was even a half moon 
Peeking out between the two lime trees, 
I remember, I thought I would write a song about it 
But actually 

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

2.
I wanted to write about something completely different, 
Hmm, wildlife markets… maybe?
But I had to postpone that because of the view 
It was so homely and beautiful and it was just not at all 
Time to have indignant and stirred up feelings and thoughts

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

How the heck could i just loose the fathom, and 
How did it come that far ?
Does it really need to be  so random and
Isn’t that a little bizarre ?

3.
In the meantime a bird crossed my view of sight
Passing from the right over to the left side
And snapshot-like 
i spotted it in front of the moon
Oh, as i looked up at the sky this afternoon…

ref
I wanted to write about 
Something really different
Something that was on my mind
Something that made me think

How the heck could i just loose the fathom, and 
How did it come that far ?
Does it really need to be  so random and
Isn’t that a little bizarre ?…        (da capo al fine)

Hmm, wildlife markets... maybe? (ft Jay Kay)

YouTube: https://youtu.be/AD2zt2eAEXw

Vocal: Daisy https://soundcloud.com/daisy_slowxballad
Guitar: yoroley

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粉雪 / white lie [feat. Daisy]
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Lyrics: yoroley
Music: Daisy & yoroley
Arranged: yoroley
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壊れたら　つないで
壊しては　また　つないで
そのつなぎ目模様を
自分らしさと　呼ぶ

壊れたら　綺麗な
壊したら　もっと　綺麗な
どこにも無い　ひび割れ模様が
君らしさと　気づく


いつかの　待ち人は
来ないからこそ
悲しい嘘を
疑わず　育った



壊れたら　つないで
壊しては　また　つないで
そのつなぎ目模様を
私らしさと　呼ぶ





夜更けの　粉雪は
降りしきってこそ
やさしい嘘を
疑わず　育った



ほどけたら　結んで
ほどいては　また　結んで
その結び目模様を
自分らしさと　呼ぶ

はなれたら　素敵な
はなしたら　もっと　素敵な
風に舞い　霞んだ　軌跡が
君らしさと　気づく


壊れたら　つないで
壊しては　また　つないで
そのつなぎ目模様を
私らしさと　呼ぶ

粉雪 / white lie [feat. Daisy]

Ranger Girls

All stuff=Kite&Tot.
LA Cool Guy Kite is here=https://soundcloud.com/kite_tunes
Thank you for listening
Peace

Everything must go - Kite&Tot.

angels both menacing and auspicious float over the edge of civilization. feedback guitars tethered to a faulty ground connection call and respond. released 1989 on statik 1.

more info:
http://www.jh0st.com/statik-1/

Buy on Bandcamp

embraid (1989)

We Can Laugh About It Now

Wonderful Woman Spacial Cecilia=https://soundcloud.com/spacialcecilia
https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia
Original Vox is=https://soundcloud.com/user-883466627/cycles-of-life-vocals-special-cecilia
Thank U Cecilia for great opportunity to use your wonderful Vox!
Much appreciate it!!!
PEACE&LOVE!

Spacial Cecilia CWF - Tot.Edit

All i can say is .. thank you to my talented friend Debra !!

Frozen Lake - Co written w/Debra Buesking

Homage to Relativity Theory's Centenary & Mr. Albert Einstein.
Based on a delightful 6/4 main theme by https://soundcloud.com/exploderamera, we offer to the listener some variations on 5/4, 4/4 & 2/4 signatures, relatively round composition, lotta love, and two questions...
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Music: ExploderaMera and E-Ruizzo
Lyrics: Albert Einstein
Vocals & Artwork: ExploderaMera
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There are five houses.
The Englishman lives in the red house.
The Spaniard owns the dog.
Coffee is drunk in the green house.
The Ukrainian drinks tea.
The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house.
The Old Gold smoker owns snails.
Kools are smoked in the yellow house.
Milk is drunk in the middle house.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The man who smokes Chesterfields lives in the house next to the man with the fox.
Kools are smoked in the house next to the house where the horse is kept.
The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice.
The Japanese smokes Parliaments.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house"

Now, who drinks water?
Who owns the zebra?

ER00EC12

Einsteins's Riddle (with ExploderaMera)

A misty eyed memory of Woodstock...
Thanks to Helen for bass and concertina (yes - there really is concertina!), and thanks to "you know who" for harmonies.

Where did all the young people go, with their high ideals?
They took a one-way trip out west; in their hazy daze. 
They took a trip and followed the Sun, to where it’s always day.
Why did all the young people have to go?

Chorus:
       I’m left here, wishing	 I could be like they were
       They left us their music, like the wind in their flowing hair
       They were always so far above, what I could ever hope for
       They left us sweet memories, like the sun in their shining eyes

Where did all the beautiful ones go, with their hippie days?
They took a ship to the stars, where they do not age
They took a ship to the stars, and left me behind
Why did all the young ones have to go?

Chorus

Somewhere out there above the blue sky, they’re playing just the same
But half a million strong been gone, seventeen thousand days
Still just as fresh to our ears, as on that summer day
 Real life evaporated away to leave a perfect memory 

Chorus
Chorus

Starship

Runaway Time

Cork(free download,if you want)

Firstly, apologies for posting another version of this song so soon after the last one, but it's merely here to let everyone know that the Root Division album is available on Bandcamp as of today, 22.8.2017.  This was recorded at the original Jersey Road sessions, and is also included with the album, along with a few as yet unseen photos.   
We have set the album price at £0.00 so, if you'd like a copy, please help yourself.  It's the very least we can do to repay the support you've given to all of these old tracks down the years.  
Just follow this link: https://rootdivision.bandcamp.com/album/root-division 
Many thanks!
(Gary & Terry Reeves)

Written by Terry Reeves and recorded in his living room back in 1981
Brian Reeves:  Guitar
Terry Reeves:  Guitar / Vocals
John Palmer:  Bass
Gary Reeves:  Drums

Work hard at school and you will succeed
Get the pieces of paper that you need
You will get there if you are the best
But what happens to us, all the rest

CHORUS
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Discipline will curb your greed
Much more training's what you need
It's better now than it's ever been
Hard times like these we have never seen

CHORUS X 2

Lets tell the truth and not live a lie
No piece for us of that money pie
The youth are the future that's what we're told
But what will they tell us when we're too old

CHORUS X 2

So what's the point in carrying on
Growing up is just one big con
Haven't listened to a word that's said
Perhaps you'll listen when I'm dead

NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Root Division

Free Download

Final Choice (1981, V1) Root Division album now on Bandcamp - Please see description

ALTAR OF GOLD

When we crossed that river
we were desperatos for sure.
We had our six-shooting guns 
and our jingle-jangle spurs.

There weren’t one among us
that hadn’t done time.
There weren’t one among us
without gold on his mind.

We rode into Guatalupe
without a sound
to the church of San Pedro
in the centre of town.

If I told you our plan
your blood would run cold,
the altar of the church
is made of solid gold.

A procession with flowers
at high noon,
a wedding procession,
a bride and a groom.

With them angels watching
from high above,
us desperatos laughed
in the face of love.

Like a herd of of long-horns
we made our stampede,
driven by madness
and blinded by greed.

When the bells tolled
I knew I was done,
the Padre with the cross
he pulled out a gun.

The altar shone
in the sacred dark,
a shot rang out
and echoed through my heart.

Instead of a wedding,
a funeral they had.
Things had gone 
from good to bad.

In the square, the Padre blessed
this desperato’s dance of death.
As I marched where ya can’t come back
the sky went dark and the sun went black.

I sing this song,
from the grave
a warning from beyond, 
your soul to save.

When we crossed that river
heading back from town
those desperatos left me 
lying on the ground.

Altar of Gold

As much as I love making music, I'm also a fan of so many of you here on Soundcloud. This page is a mix-tape dedicated to all your amazing work. I'll be listening closely with cat's ears.

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embraid heartstrings 'spacial' laugh

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