Love those synths & funky feel- Nice 70s flavour Jon😎

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Endless Summer

Shimmy

Uptight

The time is now. Well, mid-September anyway and nearly ten o’clock at night. The year is, ah, not now. In fact long enough ago that air-conditioning was not yet a common occurrence in a Greenwich Village cocktail lounge.
          The front door and a side door are both propped open. It was warm during the day but now a cool breeze carries in the softening sounds of the street and carries out snippets of conversation, music and some of the cigarette smoke.
          There is a quartet; drums, bass, guitar and a guy that splits time between a piano and vibes. This is the first time they’ve played this number. Dave (leader, vibes and piano) played the song for Roy, his boss, only a few days earlier. “Not bad Davey ya think you can shrink the melody to under a octave and a half and make it a little less busy in spots?” “Ah come on Roy. It’s just barely over and not that busy. Can I take it to Marty for some lyrics?” “Nah, I need him to finish the stuff on his desk already. Take it over to Sal. He might be able to sell it as an instrumental.”
          A young woman and her date are sitting quietly talking at a small table by the window. It’s not their first date but the end of a more casual relationship and the beginning of something else. She’s talking about a previous group outing or more specifically a girl who came named Mary. She thinks, in a subtle way. Although not particularly perceptive, he laughingly notes her obvious dislike of Mary and asks why. She admits to her flimsy subterfuge but defends herself by stating that Mary is chasing him. He laughs even harder “come on, Mary hardly knows me.” Of course he’s wrong and Mary is but his obliviousness makes her happy.
           After a few drinks he takes takes her for some coffee and pastries. He gets a napoleon and an expresso. She gets a coffee light and sweet and a cannoli. While he’s wondering whether or not she likes him enough to sleep with him. She’s dreaming of names for their children. She only nibbles an her cannoli. She’s killing time until it’s too late to catch her train. When it gets close she tells him a story. After her parents divorce she moved with her broke mother to a new town. Out school clothes shopping she saw a dress, too expensive for their means, that she fell in love with. Her mom, feeling sorry for her, decides to indulge her. She wears to to the first day of school and is teased so ruthlessly that she never wears it again but won’t tell to her mother why. Completely enraptured by the story he doesn’t notice the time until it’s to late to make the train. The next one is not due for hours so he invites her back to his apartment. She then wolfs down her dessert and they go. There is a moment after getting punched in the face, when that metallic taste of blood floods your mouth, that your senses are heightened and you are fully there in that moment. That night was the flip side of that same coin. The next day she worries that, swept up in passion, she might have driven him off to some other girl. But in his mind there are no other women and there wont be. Sometimes she will still hum the melody, the simpler parts, but she no longer remembers where she heard it. Long forgotten by everybody else it now only exists, in fragments, in her mind.

Pop Tart

Bubble

Dear Winter

Band 4

A Bossa Nova tune about a dreamy trip. Hope you enjoy!

All The Stars

Mirage

This one was inspired by the soundtrack to a TV series MArk was watching at the time - Annika. The lyrics are nothing to do with the show though.

These minutes
Feel like months of mire
What's to be undone
I can't untie
More than I tied up
And yet I fail
To see a setting sun

No-one is here but us
No-one to break us up
No-one to feed their lies
Or steal away what's ours
No-one is here but us

It must be burning
As embers burn
It must be burning
As embers burn
It must be burning
As embers burn
It must be burning
It must be burning

It Must Be Burning

A fascinating song by Pat Travers. The changes are really very unique (string skipping and pedal tones).

Feelin' Right (Pat Travers Cover)

Who doesn't know the feeling of being completely burnt out when nothing works anymore? Then I recommend therapy from Dr. Saskia Goethals. 
Thank you for this song Saskia.


Dub Addict feat.Saskia Goethals (remix)

Deep Insufficiency

A send up of dumb internet beauty trends and the myth of the thigh gap

Toned Inner Thighs 2.0

Exclalone

I'm a conceptual musical artist but the concepts are vague and I'm not willing to explain them.

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