hello there! this is really something! feels like standing in a record store and looking for this!

awesome as always. a journey with different shades. great style, great song

awsome lyric and vocal performance supported instrumentally making the appropriate atmosphere-well done

Something Bowie in your voice here! Top delivery Jim!!

Love all in this one! Lyrics, of course, but all the elements! Great mix of different sounds too! Incredible work my friend!

Flower Basket of Thanks! Much gratitude for all your playlists and nice comments on "You" Pt.1

Little to say but... enjoy !!

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson: original instrumental theme on keys and drums, vocals.
Ruizzoidman: lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars, production.
Mahatma Ghandi: speech at Inter Asian Conference, 02/04/1947

Lyrics:

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Recognising one another
as a friend, as a true brother.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

By sectarian politicians
humankind is being confronted.
Now is the time (2)
Troubles they want us to see,
people live them more easily.
Now is the time (2)
We need pragmatism …

We’re all part of minorities,
the red haired or left handed.
Now is the time (2)
No more talk about left or right,
no more minding if black or white.
Now is the time (2)
We need global thinking …

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Love flows freely in every heart.
Revolution inside each one.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

It's The Time (with Janine Levinson)

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

This is a song inspired by current events not about a current war but all wars ..the only way for the human race to survive is to try and live in peace and harmony and respect all living creatures..
lyrics
I dont want to live in a world like this
everyday on the outside getting hard to exist
running out of fuel ..they keep raising the prices
theres a war down in europe and i know we are in crisis
we need a solution/to put an end to all wars 
dont need these dictators or what they are fighting for
telling you and the others/how to live your lifes
all there dirty agenders on the edge of a knife

What if your country changed and lost its peace took center stage
and all the guns and arms were gone to love you all and sing some songs
WHAT IF ? there was no police and protests to take belief
surrender all ye fellow men lay down your arms and start again
dont let the weight of this world
rest on your fate or what you been sold

I dont want to see all this pointless suffering
dropping bombs and killing and nobodys gonna win
tell all the people its for freedom of the land
and the media machines are there to take your hands
Dont need these intruders/invasion of the skys
guns and blood and tears now /open up your eyes 
no care for environment. no fear takes the blame
all for gas and religion we dont think the same 

live together in harmony rest together in peace
respect every living creature try and find a release
lay down your arms my friend what you fighting for
theres no winners on the edge of abyss of a stupid war
written and produced by Jim Manser 2022
support AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL UK and help people who are victims of war

What if

What If ?

Cast of players:
SuZanne: David Copperfield
The Candies: James Steerforth, Markham, Grainger & Mrs Crupps.

Another fabulous song by the very talented Candyside Acrade.
Do have a listen to Candyside's sensitive side.
https://soundcloud.com/candyside-arcade/moment-one

Lofty Castle
A lofty castle of my own
Like Crusoe pulls up the ladder to be alone
Steerforth, he is our guiding star
Inns of molten blue; that’s our repertoire
“Fill full your cups”

I hear the squawk of corkscrew sound
Long before it’s needed for the next maroon round
I’ve laughed at my own jokes all night
How town sharpens an appetite

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“Vast truths that mortals seldom” found

I heard someone fall down the stairs
False reports the tumbler was in fact truly yours
Perhaps there’s foundation after all
I’m on my back on the passage floor

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“But still we held as time flew by”

Who’s that smoking right by the fireplace? It was me!
Who’s that leaning out of the window? It was me!
Contemplate one self in the mirror? That was me too!

Trickling trust divine
“Crackling fever” free
“Unaccustomed wine”
What deceiver it could be

“Drink to me only with your eyes”

Lofty Castle

I AM A FOOL LOVING YOU
Donna Summer Cover: I feel love
Backing track: Feel the African  Love - Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle/feel-the-african-love
Vocals: Melissa, Gospel chorus
www.Ghosthack.de
Lillithe: adding Beat, Vocals and Arrangement Production

I AM A FOOL LOVING YOU  Lillithe/Paploviante

For song and album art visit Wou-Wou & the Wormling at:
wouwouandthewormling.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling

Wow, this is the 5th song posted from the album I started using demo tracks given to me by Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the pandemic! This song was inspired by the conservative agenda, which at the time was more noticeably gaining momentum, to systematically whittle away and block the rights of those groups that did’t align with their values. The conservative agenda continues to gain strength, and it is up to the people to support each other in maintaining and advancing rights (including those of groups one is not a part of).    

It has been a great pleasure working with Stricknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou on these tracks. We are blessed by all the support the SoundCloud community has given to our releases. We can’t wait to share more music with you all. 

I haven't done a more straight up hip hop song in ages! 

Track Credits:

Stricknice: Intro Guitar, Samples, Ending Solo Guitar and Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Guitar, Drums, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Hit the streets likes it’s a brand new day
Pound the pavement for the payment 
Of knowing I slay
Say hey to all my homies around my way
Say hey to all the folks just trying to get paid
What up party people dying to get laid
Let you freak flag fly high up and away
Pray to allah Pray to Jesus 
Get all Polytheistic if it pleases
Go to college and write a thesis 
Couch surf around the globe and sleep on beaches 
Who needs meat when we got peaches
Who needs warfarin when we got leeches
Use yo magic to cure diseases 
Go help somebody with yo expertises 
Take a stand against injusticeses 
And don’t give a damn if no one agrees with

You 
won’t see eye to eye with
You
Isn’t able to fully accept 
You
doesn’t want to believe in
You
Be real to your-self and stay true

Word
You know we still fighting 
To open minds to new perspectives
And hearts to other ways of being  And that’s for real
Yo

Who you got a problem with 
What you try to solve it with
Why you got that solid fist
When now’s the time to 
Listen go out and try something
Different see what chu mighta been 
Missin’ dismissin’ 
Omittin’ what wasn’t Fittin’
Your world view 
Let go of what you knew so
You can become a new you
Discover what’s now true 
To hold onto your values
And speak your truth and stay for real
While holdin’ space for others to feel
What they gonna feel and what they says their truth
But if it falls to pieces and their beliefs lead to more injusticeses 
Then don’t give a damn if no one agrees with

You 
won’t see eye to eye with
You
Isn’t able to fully accept 
You
doesn’t want to believe in
You
Be real to your-self and stay true

Yea
That right
This one goes out to all those leading the fight 
In the struggle on the day to day
Word

Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - You

Fly In The Sky

Mia Monterde, transverse flute
Gaspar Monterde, guitars

A wish of happiness for all.

Parets del Vallès, Barcelona 15/05/2022

Happiness (for Núria & Mia)

I recently re-discovered this daft song and decided to share it with you.   I first 'performed' it live aeons ago, at a very serious spiritual workshop, quite spontaneously (and a bit loudly),  after a day of intense meditation and self-discovery.  Although many appeared to enjoy the song, there was an abiding sense of disgrace at my flippancy and foolishness.  That sense of rebuke and naughtiness delights me still...

An absurd song indeed.. for absurd times :-)

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She’s fallen in love with a teapot
don’t ask me how can it be done
for I’ve watched her in action caressing
the smooth round and shine of his bum

The grip of her flesh on his handle
the knuckles sharp gleaming and white
just the way that her tongue darts and moistens
when she reaches for him in the night

I’ve studied with great fascination
for it’s novel I’m sure you’ll agree
Is she limited by saturation
or can she constantly consummate tea?

think I’m falling in love with my teapot
I  guess I can see how it’s done
for I’ve studied with great fascination
the smooth round and shine of his bum

She's fallen in love with a Teapot!

Super Magic

Your cloud a song relating to a relationship that’s finished but photos float on a cloud forever and can be retrieved at anytime to reminisce.

Your Cloud ~ Conscience Of Kings

A children's fairy tale as a name giver? One might have expected that from economists, but from astrophysicists? Well, they were also inspired by economists when it came to finding a catchy, symbolic replacement for the term habitable zone. This is the name given to the area around a star in which life could arise on possible planets.


Very roughly speaking, the distance to the star must allow temperatures at which water remains liquid on the surface of a planet. According to the ideas of terrestrial biology, life cannot develop without this.

For decades, this was a rather theoretical consideration. The few scholars who thought about habitats in other star systems first spoke of ecosphere or life zone, until they finally agreed on habitable zone. Sounds nicely learned. But with the discovery of the first exoplanets, planets outside our solar system, at the end of the millennium, academic as well as general attention increased enormously: Is there something out there? Is there distant, alien life? Could there be? With each newly discovered exoplanet is meaningfully tapped: Isn't it so close to its star that it burns up everything? Doesn't it orbit it so far that everything freezes on its surface?

It's like in a fairy tale with Goldilocks and the three bears, where everything has to be just right. The porridge must not be too hot, the little bear's chair undamaged, his bed unused. Economists have long spoken of a goldilocks economy when moderate growth coincides with slight inflation. A fairy-tale term - now also for an astrobiological concept.

Brevity Of Life (Goldilocks)

I made this song with the desire to replace and connect with the next tone before the change in tone has meaning.
 I love to remember the reality in my mind, such as "when I feel the emotions of others" and "impressions of dreams just before waking up".
 I wanted to express the movement of my heart, which only I, who I love so much, know through music. 
 I tried to stay as far away from any form of genre as possible and carefully searched and made my own form.
 The characteristic of this song is that you can't find a more comprehensive image than any other song in the past.

Longing for something that has substance even if it has no form.（238）

Cindy and her Glasses

sweet dreams.......my precious one.
sweet dreams.......my precious one.

last track of the album...........outro.

Sweet dreams.  (dual vocal mix)

Collaboration Jam with Roy Roy. Song base originated and written by Roy Roy. Great ambient background song for perhaps a pleasure drive or grilling in the back yard. Thank you for listening!

Artwork: A drawing by Roy Roy!

Roy Roy's Soundcloud page: https://on.soundcloud.com/1GuUM

When the Music Ends (collab - Roy Roy)

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Music producer and filmmaker 
Making and producing original music I hope you enjoy these songs that I make  
Music is creative freedom and artistic expression

What If ?

Jim Manser

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