This is the latest song from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Stricknice, Bitzone, and I have been working on. Like all the rest of the songs in the set, this one began during the start of the pandemic and reflects the changes in political perspective that were happening in society, and continue to this day. And, as with the other songs, I started this song with an unreleased demo from Wou-Wou and created a 1 minute outline which I then often passed on to a guest collaborator. When it came time to fully work on the track, I expanded on the original idea, along with the guest collaborator stems, until a full song was arranged. I then passed the bones and organs of the song to Stricknice and Bitzone to add any additional muscles and flesh they believed in until it was finished. I am so blessed to work with Wou-Wou, Bitzone, Stricknice, and all the guest collaborators on this inspired set, that one day will be complete. 

May everyone find something authentic to themselves to believe in.

Track Credits:
Mayor of Donutville: Synths, Chimes, Vocals
@mayor-of-donutville
https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Guitars, Reverse Guitars
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Bass, Drums, Keys, Vocals, Mix, and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Waiting for the next season
Waiting for a better reason
Waiting for some cohesions
In my something to believe in

Searching for another chapter
Searching for another answer
Searching for the here after
To give me something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Praying for a true sign
Praying for not to resign
Praying that any divine
Has something for me to believe in

Been out there but it’s freezing
Been out there but it’s displeasing
Been out there now releasing
My reason for something to believe in

There’s nothing in the wind speaking
There’s nothing in the house creaking
There’s nothing for the sinned seeking
For there’s nothing left to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Reborn but still
Still worn out for real
Forlorn with no goodwill
Forgotten like landfill
Discarded until rotten
Downtrodden turned to God and
Abandoned I turn to
The concerns of the spurned few
True or is it not true
It is what we’ve been through
When all has been lost to
Those others who sin too
Grew up with a promise
Now there’s thieves up upon us
Asking who can we turn to
To return to us what’s due
I shouted but nobody
Listened I doubted
And then somebody heard
Just wanted to be devoted
So a savior got stirred
For a favor his word
With our promise to help turn
The truth to be blurred

When will there be a new leader
When will there be a new preacher
When will there be my savior
To tell me what I should believe in

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Something To Believe In

Mayor of Donutville, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & CKP - Something To Believe In

Broken-down well
in a valley broke.
What we encase
keeps us afloat.

There is no vaccine
for the rotten watermelon rind.
There is no angel
for the gas station attendant
shot at point-blank range.
There is no justice for the motive
on the roof, o'er the fence.

What is the soul motivation?
Is there a reason
to live
without freedom?
Besides what you are
remembered by when you leave.

There are no embarrassments
on the eve of the balcony
as gravity kicks in
at four in the morning.

Where were the stars
when the pills sprawled across the floor?
and blood ran down the mirror.

There is no director above you.
The hands reach into the void
for the thing not yet there.

Come up with hands of seaweed
with salt in the air.
Drive the high desert.
Fold in alone.

There is no mercy.
The land as dry as bone.
My body knows it's poisoned
as it drifts to the unknown.

Occupy some trailer.
Meld with the occult.
Let the devil take you down
the highways
with a leather case
and cigarette smoke.

Words by Riley Robinson

Faith Lost

ambient loop #20

The Hunchback of Notre Dame – The Gargoyles
January 2025
Duration: 2:55
Listen to more music for the ballet: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-hunchback-for-notre-dame
Inspired by the opening theme of “Chout” by Sergie Prokofiev
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Hunchback of Notre Dame June 6th and 7th 2025 in Colorado.
For strings, flute, clarinet, english horn, bassoon, contra bassoon, cathedral bells, timpani and percussion

The Hunchback of Notre Dame - The Gargoyles

"Smoke & Honey"

Remnant60  remixed and added some glitch/random noises...
and lifted the track to another dimension

Bill Brooks https://soundcloud.com/remnant60

Nitro 2   w/Remnant60

Wrote and played all the instrumentation..always loved this song as a kid …hope I’ve done it justice🤘🏻💜🤘🏻🤓☺️

Don’t wanna be Eleanor anymore
Don’t wanna be Eleanor
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
All the lonely people (All the lonely people)
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people all the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)

Eleanor Rigby-purpleclaire (cover)

HEROES - ΗΡΩΕΣ

Title and closing track from the new album “Harsh Vulnerable” 
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/harsh-vulnerable

Harsh Vulnerable explores a heavier more somber sound for M.E.; with emphasis on post rock elements and more acoustic tonalities. It serves as a cathartic/coping expression for what I have been going through on both a personal level as well as the bleak global outlook.

This song in particular is perhaps my most cathartic work - expressing a gamut of emotions

Harsh Vulnerable Album

Mood Exhibit - Harsh Vulnerable 1 & 2

two feelings in one, thanks for listenin...I like the second feeling the most...each to their own. I would love to hear ur comments positive or negative...I love feedback


IF YA DIRTY

piano + casio JIG noodle ft z-h1 & z-h4

猫/
dub/
ambient/
electronic/
and vinyl select0r 👁‍🗨

ambient loop #20

JTCLG