thank you Amiral Krank for reposting; missed this one before and it's great

so so beautiful and dark and smoky !!! great !!!! i love it so much!!

Warm vocal and a smooth soundscape all sounding so effortless. Chris

phenomenal jazzy blues. just a perfect match you two : )

What a lovely series of chords and found notes. Quite touching in concert with the vocals.

Many thanks to Andy Cruse (Kafla) for adding his great vocals to the track. You can hear more of Andy's music here.. https://soundcloud.com/andrewcruse/tracks

Here's to you my comrades
Who've been and passed
Here's to you my friends
I raise my glass.

The times we shared
Those times are gone
Our lives are joined forever
We share a bond

We had our fun
And now it's time to pay
All the things we've said and done
Are washed away

Ah,the young will live forever
All of a single mind
Always rushing forward
Never need to look behind

We had our fun
And now it's time to pay
All the things we've said and done
Are washed away

Single Minds. feat Kafla on vocals

Music & Words : Bruno Chassaigne (many years before becoming Loony De Bussy)   Art work : Nataly NGM

Bruno did drums program, bass , guitar and vocal 

Recorded on 4-tracks tape recorder 
Mastered by Loony on Audacity 

Play it loud!

Story :
Here is a bit of what happens when you loose someone you cherish above all.. the one who gave you inconditional love, the one who gave you life! 
I was still a young music student at this time, but it seemed youth - and all its carelessness - would never ever be.
Nothing I was able to do except... crying, and, just after one week -  when walking along the sea apart from family , trying to find interior peace and accepting - composing this!
I wrote music as I could when back in my car (always had some music paper and a pen in it) and words came instantly.
Days after I could check it on a guitar, and only one year later record it. 
Never been able to play it with bands so that you’re almost the first listeners here … more than three decades later
Hope you will appreciate

Bruno C

I'm crying  -  Bruno C

On the cold winter mornings, you can find the cormorants drying their wings in the first rays of the sun.

FROZEN WINGS

Here's another in the TMS/IPG1 HeavyHop series.  

As usual you can find the isolated vocal track here and rub one of these out yourself 

soundcloud.com/ipg1/Purple-microdot-the-allure-pt2


or listen to all the little rascals that have already done their own kick ass version here 

soundcloud.com/ipg1/sets/purple-microdot-pt-2-producers



All Lyrics and Vocals. by IPG1
Purple Microdot The Allure Pt. 2

Written from the purple microdots (acid) point of view, as
the human becomes the drug, the drug becomes the human. Some of the lyrics are different. Enjoy!!!

This that acid drop—- mind corrupt
Drop that purple microdot
Fear not ——if the time stops——
and the clock refuse to TikTok
Full throttle—speeding-roadblock
brain cell just don’t give a fuck
Tie dye—-sandals ——dreadlocks
Woodstock —type ——Hip-Hop
mesmerized by the kilowatt
my brain ——become a hotspot
Am I human——Am I God——
preparing for ——-the aftershock
the aftershock——-the aftershock
Hell yeah———— and why not ——it’s still that purple
microdot—-microdot—— microdot

Chorus
Think twice before you say no
Charisma —-come on let’s go
The moves —-without Ego
The smile —-or the combo
It’s good times —-and Convo
Cant avoid it—-so you want some more
The allure —-of an outlaw (X3)

Guitar riffs and jazz lines ——like rainbows and sunshine
No limits no guidelines——I’ll start off with a peace sign
don’t even try to undermine——Or I’ll peal back your hairline —
Love it when the stars align——You know I’mer get mine
time stop ———-brain cells begin to pop
From the bottom to the top ——a mental——hotspot
Mesmerizing sound —-kicking kilowatts
From that purple microdot

God status—-here we go at last—-
from the bottom to the top —break that hour glass——
So why you think your teeth are shattering ———so damn fast
It a personal experience—-a one man class
No sleep for those who know ———-the afterglow
Are Y’all ready for the show—Y’all ready for the show…..
no malice establish—-and it’s hitting on the spot
A God’s made —-for love—-that—— purple microdot
This that aftershock—-that aftershock—that aftershock
From that acid drop ———Mind corrupt —Mind corrupt
time stop ———-brain cell begin to pop
From the bottom to the top ——a mental——hotspot
Mesmerizing sound —-kicking kilowatts
From that purple microdot —-From that purple microdot

——Chorus ——

Feeding off the sound like a starving vampire
music in my blood turns a spark into fire
The progeny of lyrics—-rhythm tunes—-desire
Made to Pierce your soul ——like a suit of Bob-wire
Hang tight and ride this storm of ——forget me Nut
Left-brain—right track—it’s called —-purple microdot
And you know I’ll be here—— from —-time to time
Fucking with your mind ————at the drop of a dime
Underground—-under the tongue—-paint a mental picture
yo—you’ll never really know when the acids gonna hit ya

Original track: Ipg1 – Purple-microdot-the-allure-pt2

Here’s the link to the Producers that have submitted mixes so far:

Purple Microdot

Purple Microdot The Allure Pt. 2 - w/IPG1

Foggy Weather

takechee

Rebel

Lately I've been working on a little science project in an attempt to imbue human-like consciousness into inanimate objects, such as musical instruments. So far, the results have been rather horrific.

Synthetic Sentience

Set It Up

additional cello Barbara Browning

T’AS CASSÉ TA POUPÉE ALORS    
TA POUPÉE S’EST CASSÉE

TE REVOILÀ SEUL MAÎTRE À BORD
CORPS ET CŒUR FRACASSÉS 

T’AS VOULU RECOLLER LES MOR
CEAUX ET TOUT RAPIÉCER

MAIS L’AMOUR QUAND C’EST MORT C’EST MORT
QUAND C’EST CASSÉ CASSÉ

T’AS CASSÉ TA  POUPÉE ALORS           
TA POUPÉE S’EST CASSÉE

TE REVOILÀ SEUL MERDE ALORS
MAIS QU’EST-CE QUI S’EST PASSÉ

T’AS CASSÉ TA POUPÉE ALORS
TA POUPÉE T’A CASSÉ.

POUPÉE CASSÉE (Lyrics)

@Rick-4-1 - Beautiful Drums
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

STANDING ON DRYHILL

And the vines abide
And lean on old familiar ways
From Hadrian to the Satellite Empire
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill

The hidden lines and lives
Walk their natural time above the plain
From hill fort to the bunkers underground 
The hill can quicken up your pulse
Standing on Dryhill
You can taste it on your breath
Standing on Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Waiting for the rain 
Waiting for the rain

Aeons old and yesterday
In a scintillation 
A breathless moment under 
The curious twinkling stars
The water moves beneath us
It moves below the ice

A long gone summer swift scream
The hill is not dry
The vines do not wither
Rippling the waters of our many lives
The heart of the hill beats on
Pushing the sleeping rabbit to awake and run
Seize the seasons
Hang the reasons
In a thousand years the hill will not remember us or its many names…
Our heads boiled, eaten down to the white bone

And the vines abide
And lean on old familiar ways
From Hadrian to the Satellite Empire
You can feel it in your soul
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill
Standing on Dryhill
Waiting for the rain
Standing on Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for the rain

Standing on Dryhill…

Phil McWalter Jan 2023
Recorded at www.dryhill.co.uk

Standing on Dryhill

Mercy Weiss: lyrics, voice, photo @mercyweiss
Jonathan Beckenstein: instruments, music


Life thrives on temporary gifts
The flesh is all we're forced to part with
I fear of losing myself to the machine
I fear of losing myself

I will whistle while I wait
Beginning another day
Keeping in mind that I am here now
I will choose my fights wisely
Leave the past behind me
Sleeping won't do me any good

Temporary Gifts (featuring Mercy Weiss)

A laboratory with an open bar and floating altar. Come on in! 

Here are various solo and collaborative projects - songs, soundscapes, live looped solo guitar improvisations. 

This project used to be called "imaginary friends", but it became too real for that name, as did many of you.

I hope you enjoy something you find here. Do feel free to be in touch, you never know what might happen.  

I also invite you to attend @hypnopompetus, a duo project with the illustrious Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley.

Temporary Gifts (featuring Mercy Weiss)

Jonathan Beckenstein

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