"Lonely Age"

Drifting through life, full of vacant replies
Wandering lost, like a motherless child
Not a word to say, in this lonely age
Wanna look away, go back to sleep
Accept defeat, flee in retreat, disguised

Once I could say, I was willing to try
Seeking the source, for a meaningful life
Now I pretend, just to claim I belong
Safely in step, with the vacuous throngs

Heaven knows I’d never make it
So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it
Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement
Flew the coop and joined the troops,
A simple sleuth
Reporting from the lonely age now

Not a word to say, in this lonely age
Try to look away and, go back to sleep
Admit defeat, flee in retreat, disguised

Caught in a lie, that I’d gladly concede
Choosing a side, isn’t easy for me

Cause heaven knows I’d never make it
So pathetic that I ever tried to fake it
Graduate of voluntary mind-enslavement
Threw the coup, negotiated truth’s abatement

(Patrick Bateman)

And heaven knows we’d never make it
So pathetic that we ever tried to fake it
Graduates of voluntary mind-enslavement
Flew the coop, and joined the troops
Still put to use, consulting for the lonely age now

Written by Christian Carpenter and Derek Barber
Recorded by Robert Shelton at Tiny Telephone in Oakland, CA
Mixed by Jake Aron
Mastered by Bijan Sharifi 

Christian Carpenter: Vocals, Electric Bass, OBX, Dx7, Drum Machine Programming, Eventide H910 live effects processing
Anthony Ferraro: ARP 2600, Hammond B3 Organ, Studiologic Sledge 
Derek Barber: Slide Electric Guitar
Mark Clifford: Vibraphones
Andrew Maguire: Bongos, Shaker
Geneva Harrison: Drums

Nihilist funk indie groover with insightful, precise lyrics, hooky choruses, and crafty word-play.

Lonely Age

Melle - 2016 Souvenir

Lyrics:
 
My heart in the sun, I lay it out to dry
It’s 8:23, so baby take your time
Shoes on the floor, honey the water’s fine
No one’s gonna find us today, you’re all mine
 
I’m fucking around on the stylophone
You take a picture of me, you’re wearing my cologne
Get back in the car, got 20-something miles to go
One eye one you, one on the road
 
I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
you’re my 2016 souvenir

2 cups of styrofoam, my diet of Diet Coke
We’re working hard, but baby ain’t it nice to know
No matter where we are, our life’s a holiday
It doesn’t matter we live, you’re my only home 
 
Somebody told me this would be a bad idea
But here we are still swinging from the chandelier
 
I see the gold, gold grass and my bare feet in the sand 
And the children flying kites and the grandmas on their bikes 
And they’re melting in the sun and I’m staring at the clouds in the sky 
And in the mirrors in your eyes and you

I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
You’re my 2016 souvenir

Oh, souvenir
You’re my 2016 souvenir





2016 Souvenir

Indie Pop, Dream Pop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo- Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Indie, Alternative

judy jugendstil (green eye)

"Laniakea" traces the vast gravitational highway that binds our local universe — not as something distant, but as a living presence. It's a meditation on the cosmic web that holds galaxies in its flow, where dark matter moves unseen and ancient forces shape eternity. A song for those who feel the pull of the great unknown, and dare to follow it.

Threads of light

Laniakea

Big Bad Wolf

So am I

What's right
What am I supposed to do
I know the truth inside
I do

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

I can achieve
The impossible
I can achieve
My dreams

I can achieve
The impossible
I can achieve
My dreams

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

I feel I was tricked
I feel forgotten
I feel down
Before I begotten

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

I'll tell you
I'm supposed to be
I'll tell you
I must be free

I'll tell you
I'm supposed to be
I'll tell you
I must be free

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

Believe
Believe
Believe

I'll tell you
I'm supposed to be
I'll tell you
I must be free

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

Believe
Believe
Believe
Believe

Born to Climb

Phantasmagoria is an exciting and vibrant song from the vinyl album Love Is a Painter by composer duo Mireille & Eddy Moust. Nr. 11 on side b
The dynamic, energetic, swirling guitar parts dance, carrying her sensitive voice. A song that continues to resonate.

About the Album Love Is a Painter
An exciting and vibrant vinyl album by composer duo Mireille & Eddy Moust. Twelve compositions in the characteristic Moust style, created by Mireille Moust (vocals) and Eddy Moust (Spanish acoustic guitar/ electric guitar & bass). Melodic, powerful, energetic, moving, dynamic and tranquil. Atmospheric, tangible. Stimulating the senses.

The poetic lyrics are about the colourful path of life, what it means to be human, and the warmth we long for. The dynamic, energetic, swirling guitar parts dance, carrying her sensitive voice. This is music that continues to resonate.

Love Is a Painter moves between pop and light music, with influences from various (world) music styles. Characteristics of the work of Mireille & Eddy Moust are that these styles are given new meaning within the context of the vocals and the lyrics. It results in a sparkling interaction.

The first 500 copies are numbered and signed. You can order this vinyl album at record@travellighttheatre.nl €35 (excl Shipping costs)

Phantasmagoria

Gharaany Belawham

Dreaming About You

Our memory. Such a treasure. It allows us to travel in time, sort of. But there is also a lot attached to it, including the memories of people you've lost. And in some ways, memory is like a battery. It weakens over time and years, unfortunately without the possibilty to recharge. So many memories falls off on the way. But can we trust that our memory bank takes care of the most valuable ones?

Big Bad Wolf

Shane As a MF

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