that third thing... on "no", "your" and the "full" from wonderful. that chord your vocals make with the guitar. it's powdered goodness.

Nice way to fade - hey loved this - an REM like surprise

Catchy retro song, enjoyed my couple of spins.

real nice tune, love your melodies, super sweet easy going power pop!

a really nice single coil tone with just the right amount of grit and a classic Belle Dames sans Merci theme

A cool tune full of charisma!! Bravo 👏👏

waited4u

original: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HwrU9IFEMHY&pp=ygUibWlzZXJ5IGxvdmVzIGNvbXBhbnkgbXlzdGljIGJyYXZlcw%3D%3D

misery loves company (mystic braves cover)

dans le recueil "à la lumière d'hiver", Philippe Jacottet, cet immense poète, a écrit un poème en 8 versets sur la parole, essence même du poétique. J'ai tenté ici d'en mettre deux en musique.
PAROLES
PARLER (6 ET 7)
6
J’aurai voulu parler sans images, simplement
pousser la porte…
                                        J’ai trop de crainte
 pour cela, d’inquiétude, parfois de pitié
On ne vit pas longtemps comme les oiseaux
dans l’évidence du ciel,
                                                  et retombé à terre,
On ne voit plus en eux précisément que des images
ou des rêves.
7
Parler donc est difficile, si c’est chercher…chercher quoi ?
Une fidélité aux seuls moments, aux seules choses
qui descendent en nous assez bas, qui se dérobent,
si c’est tresser un vague abri pour une proie insaisissable.

Si c’est porter un masque plus vrai que son visage
pour pouvoir célébrer une fête longtemps perdue
 avec les autres, qui sont morts, lointains ou endormis
encore, et qu’à peine soulèvent de leur couche 
cette rumeur, ces premiers pas trébuchants, ces feux timides
-nos paroles : 
bruissement du tambour pour peu que l’effleure le doigt
inconnu.

Philippe Jacottet
__________________________________________________________________________
TALK (6 and 7)
6
I would have liked to speak without images, simply
push the door...
                                        I'm too afraid
 for this, of anxiety, sometimes of pity
We don't live long like birds
in the evidence of heaven,
                                                  and fell to the ground,
We see in them precisely only images
or dreams.
7
To speak, then, is difficult, if it is to seek... Looking for what?
A fidelity to the moments alone, to the only things
who descend into us low enough, who evade,
if it is to weave a vague shelter for an elusive prey.

If it is wearing a mask that is more real than your face
to be able to celebrate a long-lost holiday
 with the others, who are dead, far away or asleep
and which scarcely rise from their bed 
this rumor, these first stumbling steps, these timid fires
-Our words: 
rustling of the drum as soon as the unknown finger
 touches it

Philippe Jacottet


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bruissement de paroles

Cast of Characters:

J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell – piano, organ, composition
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Suhr electric guitar, mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass

This song began one creative Saturday evening several weeks ago with JJ coming up with it on his organ, piano, bass, and drums. He wrote it with the Eclectic Collective in mind and immediately shared it with the rest of us.
  Ken was the first to jump on it, adding his strong, Masonesque drums. Josh excitedly dove in once he had a beat to play off of. Then, it was time for the guitarists in the band to show off their skills. Stephen laid down the psychedelic, textural guitar you hear throughout, as well as the thrilling solo in the middle, starting around 1:25 and ending around 1:50. Tez did his best Dave Gilmour impression, adding rest of the fiery lead solo you hear throughout, as well. 
  Once it was in the can, we needed a mix, of course, and Stephen was kind enough to work his magic on the production.
  This is a perfect example of a JJ seed that took bloom with the EC. We all love working on his songs. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Desert Moon Flower  - The Eclectic Collective

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We are pleased to present track 7 from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven


Haunting One Seven

A Deity Looks After Me

'make our love (iowtfy)' with Heather/Rentt 

Heather: music
Scotty: lyrics, vocals 

I can't help from being inside of your head.
From when you wake until when you go to bed.
I'm never quite certain of everything that's said.
I'd rather shut the fuck up and make love instead. 

So let's go make our love, babe.
I only want to fuck you.

make our love (iowtfy) (with Heather/Rentt)

I'm all out of luck
With counting sheep
Try as I might
I just can't sleep

It's 4am by my bedside clock
And I'm lying here awake
The radio hums with DJ talk
It's hours before daybreak

I'm all out of luck
With counting sheep
Try as I might
I just can't sleep

I've tried a lot of sleeping pills
The doctor said to take
Drown it all with alcohol and still
I'm here awake

I've tried so hard to drift away
But I never get too far My restless mind just won't obey
I give up and play guitar

I'm all out of luck
With counting sheep
Try as I might
I just can't sleep

I'm all out of luck
With counting sheep
Try as I might
I just can't sleep

I Just Can't Sleep

MIX/MSTER - mariosyjp

LYRIC

Childless
I’ve always been this way
Childless
And childless I will stay
I just don’t see the need
For everyone to breed 
Childless
Tomorrow as yesterday

Childless
I’m not raising anyone else
Childless
No picture books on my shelves
The toys you see are mine
I make my own playtime
Childless
Unless I count myself

I know I couldn’t pick one reason should I try
But I actually have eight billion reasons why
They say by 2050 the billions will number 10
I’ll be glad to be gone by then

Childless
My cats are simply cats
They’re not children
Though they can sure be brats
So call me self-centered
But I’ll leave as I entered
Childless
Childless
And if you are too…
Congrats

Childless

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

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