Can AI have feelings

Lyrics:

Can you feel alive?
Can you feel alive?
Can you feel alive?
Can you feel alive?
I feel,
I feel this pain again.
I don't know what it is, but I don't wish you felt the same.
I pick them up, and then,
I bury what I can.
Im on my,
I'm on my own again.
Wondering through the days,
Trying to find stars that I can.
I know that I am not alone.
But I feel that I'm on my own.
Can you feel alive?
Can you feel alive?
Can you feel alive?
Can you feel alive?

ALIVE

Un deux trois et quatre, our dance forevermore,
In the echoes of the music, our spirits start to soar,
A waltz of sweet surrender, on this enchanted floor,
Un deux trois et quatre, love's song we can't ignore.

un-deux-trois

Many thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived here on our little globe. Did they have any idea of the future..... and if so what was "future" for them? "Tomorrow, next week, or next year?" Did they even have a word for future? Or was life exclusively about develop and expand the group and getting food for the day? Or did they, too, have other goals and meaning with their lives?

Lyrics and vocals: Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Calm Stream

    I have no words, just thoughts, like these
    Of primal cravings, fears and needs.
    My leathered skin, yet young, seems older
    Browned and cracked I shiver colder
    Depicting beasts muralled large within my cave, 
    Their fatty flesh my empty gut to crave.

    Bursting fires from the frozen mountain thread
    And weave and belch and burn and spit of ochres red.
    The very poison whence my paintbox palette grows
    'Neath the toxic gases twixt congealing lava flows.
    In these extremes we live, but few, the young into
    the perma-sleep will often fall 
    And not so old, our eldest ageing too, follow close
    upon the darkest terror's call.

    Meat and heat is all I need,
    Stone and bone, all I own.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

    Strip the skin, spit the pips,
    Moisturise the burning lips.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

Ancient Man - Seagull & Peter

Our first Welsh language track🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿😎
Sosban Fach (Little Saucepan) is a Welsh folk song given a good rocking up by The Recursives
Neil - Vocals
Al - Bass
Bri - Sax
Tez - Guitars and production
Ken - Drums (K2 and the Four)
Many thanks to Ken for adding the pounding drums :))))

Sosban Fach- Llanpysch and The Recursives/K2 and the Three

We've gotcha coming home

AudioBake(Track Creator)
OmniOmnous(Twinkle Sample)
Oj22(aka The Jooos) Vocals
ElectraVolcana Vocals
HOBOCOP Vocals
CosmicKeanu Vocals
Razzi Vocals
PurpleClaire Vocals
MrDjBigHouse Vocals
LucyScrew(AudioBake + MrDjBigHouse)
Mastered by HOBOCOP
Mixed by LucyScrew

FTW By LucyScrew (Super Mega Collab)9 Artist (Details in Description)

From Nickel and Steel's debut album - available on all streaming services!

Lyrics:

He would arrive at half past four
He took the garbage beside my door
He said I can’t talk of it anymore
In my mind, there is always war
 
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Yes, he’s gone, he’s not coming back
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
 
He carried the bags in his hands
Filled with bodies from the jungle land
He called at night, said do you understand
What could I say to the burning lamb
 
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Yes, he’s gone, he’s not coming back
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
 
He’s not going be on the next train
He’s not going to come in from the pouring rain
He’s not going to give his kind regards
It’s really, really too hard
 
He came home no one cared
He had a face crippled by wear
Memories of those lads placed on his back
All that weight too much to ask
 
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Yes, he’s gone, he’s not coming back
Because Joe is still in Vietnam
Because Joe is still in Vietnam

Joe Is Still In Vietnam

Cover of this fabulous Stone Temple Pilots Song

Gasoline

Vasoline

method: recording guitar (an electromatic in an open tuning it tends to lose), voice, tube xylophone (via contact microphone) and cheap ewi (set to horn, orchestra and shakuhachi respectively) via pedals
narration: in this phase, I am to spend quite a lot of time in such areas (waiting rooms, sometimes reminding of Kafka, sometimes of Sartre, sometimes of Beckett and nearly always reminiscent of the non-places described by Augé and made famous by Eno) - what better is there to do than compose expressionist poetry (and later forget to use a phaser in the far background, not shying away, though, from making old and new impairments part of the process, as usual)?
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

ausgestanzt und plastiform
da sitzen wir und warten
abmontierte pferde
mit lichttriefenden nüstern
die silhouette einer großstadt
aus bakterien und hoffnung

interlinear translation: indoor waiting area - a cacophony // punched out and shifting shapes / there, we are sitting / dismantled horses / with nostrils dripping light / a city skyline / made of bacteria and hope

wartesaal - eine kakophonie

Wartesaal - Eine Kakophonie

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio
Artis: https://soundcloud.com/spukschreibmaschine

Hello - SpukSchreibMaschine

Hellbound Highway

Second account for … -@k2andthe3…totally appreciate everyone’s support…. First songs will b one’s that didn’t “resonate”…  i 🙏🙏😎🤩homepage pic is my two boys’ camp out in Scouts USA… and me solo @ the Grand Canyon, Arizona, USA… or my downstairs bathroom, ha!… be  good🙏😎🤩👏🏻🍺… leave a message if u can!!!! It’s my ONLY social media!!!Stayed off Facebook and Twitter for reasons!!!  
    if you don’t like, I don’t mind… just trying to write my own “White Album”… but thanks for the listen!!!