Totally awesome, Nick Cave would be proud :)

Seething with creativity....like the percussive background.

this breakdown is really cool and scratchy!

very cool and unique sound, love these otherworldly soundscapes, almost feels like new orleans, great man!

Brilliant.... from start to finish. ...and I even like the after-taste. it resonates in my guts.... you know what I mean, doc? 

P.O.E.T.

Seraphim Song

Sound painting with 18th Century Scottish fiddle tunes #1 by CS.

The Marquis of Queensbury 2014

A portrait of a man in the shadowy depth of a dark night

“Down Cold”


Dagger Lee was a man of impeccable charm
He could coax the moon down from out of the sky
He’d looked the bull in the eye, offered flowers to the wind
But he’d happily let a caged bird die, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang.

He was shot in his youth under sulphurous light
By his mothers who could flip on a dime
Fled to polishing chrome on auto’s far from home
But he could smell that he was running out of time

White dust on the mirror
Fresh pepper from the mill
Roll her down slow
The fat lady off the hill

Dagger Lee took a bus from Chinatown Rd
With a bag of black powder and gold
The night was alive with sparkling soft lights
But it was all just about to explode Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom.

Dagger Lee took a card out of Gallagh’s hand
He found the X that was marked on the back
After digging out his blade and counting all the loot
The blood  stained over five hundred grand
 

When the cops found the ring on the finger in the gutter
It had the seal of a dragon on a pearl
They looked at each other and both knew without words
They had to go talk to Dagger Lees girl

The doorstep was marble in the colour of cheese
Sympathy was no where to be found
As the black door peeped open the dicks muscled in
Demanding all inside hit the ground


Firecracker road
Studebaker full of holes
White Stetson red leather
Snow falling down cold

Dagger Lee had the world in the palm of his hand
Had regret and the devil on his back
When the moon turned away and the night flooded in
Dagger Lees life  wasn’t worth Jack
From underneath the door across the linoleum floor
Came the creeping of a rosy pool of blood
Dagger lee was all but gone by the first rays of sun
A 44 returned a life back to mud

Red pencil, rough note
Dagger Lee was all was wrote 
Nothing borrowed, nothing gained
More dirt down the drain

Firecracker road
Studybaker full of holes
White Stetson red leather
Snow falling down cold


DOWN COLD ( Lyrics)

here is version with dreamy vocals:
https://soundcloud.com/lemonadelove/if-it-is-you-by-her-trusty-dream-tiger-ft-lemonade
:v

Tired Eyes

That Vanilla Kiss

Got To Pay Your Dues

I guess I've been hopping around the Cloud long enough to be influenced by all of you. This one is pretty strongly influenced by the bucolic musings of the Cloud King, Chris Pellnat @pretentiousmusic.

From Wikipedia: "Mud daubers are not normally aggressive, but can become belligerent when threatened. Stings are uncommon." To this I can relate.

Dirt Dauber

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Jittery lady
Adobe architect 
A potter, an artist of mud

It’s all for the baby
A tinge of regret
Your life, a labor of love
 
Work faster, you master 
Of plaster matte walls
Waddle and daubing your halls
 
You flickering onyx
My spindle waste friend
Slaving away til the end

Your moment is coming
You’ve almost arrived
Your masterpiece nearly complete

All in awe we applaud
And with tears in our eyes
As you fall from the skies to our feet

Dirt Dauber, Dirt Dauber
There’s work to be done
There’s no time for fun
In the sun

Dirt Dauber, work harder
Your larder is bare
Nine spiders despair
When they’re stung

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt dauber you martyr
A lamb to the slaughter
Why bother? Why bother?
Why bother? Why bother?

Dirt Dauber

All Instruments By Martin Reed.
Produced By Martin Reed.

Whispers In The Wind

Here's a one-man-bandtrack to vibe on.  Mitch was unavailable, so I just had at it. Dig that funky bass? Leave a comment and let me know ;)

Written, arranged, and recorded by Drew Gold
Performed by The Buddha Rats
Drew: Drums, bass, vocals and harmonies, electric and acoustic guitars

©2023 Drew Gold Entertainment, Inc. All Rights Reserved.

Golden

Outta My Mind!

Randall washes up on a vast, filthy, empty beach. The Eyes look inward and outward and show him things that have been invisible for 100 years.

Featuring @blindhead on all hand drums.

DOWN COLD ( Lyrics)

Johnny Bakerlite

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