It feels good to get back & listen to ya all, again! ASTOUNDING! Multi-CHEERS! Might as well face it, I'm addicted to this hot love! Whew! I feel the heat jump straight off the track!  Man can this soar & score a bolstering BIGGIE! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😍💋🙌🏻👂🏻🍬💘

Amazing production .. you guys sound epic 🔥🔥🔥

Best tempo and sound. The uplifting feeling begins to accelerate.

Video -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ncb88SlFrE

Still Light

From a Poem Written for Elspeth Monroe 1968
On Bandcamp

As She Ran She Began To Fly

Please!!! check out the video conceived and created by our Canadian friend Francois Cormier - https://youtu.be/9mdyKK6TEWQ 

Also his truly fantastic collection of music here - https://soundcloud.com/francois-john-cormier

Disintegrator Fairy was something we jokingly considered as a band name for about 2 seconds way back when. But at a later date Gina still had the concept in her head and it inspired these lyrics....

I’m not going to beg of you
Plead with you
Or cry to you
I’m not going to give in to the wall
Or bruise my hands against it
I’m not going to shout that you might hear
And I’m not going to undo your cool

Oh they say our demise
Was hardwired from the start
But it’s all atoms, bad energy 
As far as I can see
And I won’t concede defeat
By this force of make-believe
Oh I’m going to be your disintegrator fairy

Built it out of logic 
So fine and so strong
But just let me 
Within your proximity
Like a warm breeze
Down, down brick by brick
Then all at once it’s gone
No need to shout that you might hear
And I won’t undo your cool

I’ll be your disintegrator fairy
I’ll take it down
So easy down down
I’ll take it down
Oh they say our demise
Was hardwired from the start
But it’s all atoms, bad energy 
As far as I can see
And I won’t concede defeat
By this force of make-believe
Oh I’m going to be your disintegrator fairy

Disintegrator Fairy

A rebirthing song.
Thanks to Tatiana for the amazing photo of her woods.

Winter is ending

I live in a country where, for example:

•	A new “animal welfare” bill will ensure that around 100 million sentient animals each year will suffer extreme, prolonged trauma and pain as they are slaughtered without having first been stunned.  This is in order to respect minority religious beliefs.
•	Male convicted child abusers and rapists who decide to “identify as a woman” have the right to serve their sentences in women-only prisons so that their rights are not compromised.
•	The desperate, hysterical craving for universal “equality” manifests itself in obscene levels of positive discrimination to deliver race / gender etc "quotas".
•	Ransoms of hundreds of millions of pounds are paid to crass despotic theocracies to release hostages – money that will fund the development of nuclear programmes that those state-agents of god intend to deploy for the obliteration of neighbouring countries and their cultures.
•	A high ranking female politician declines the invitation to define what a woman is, for fear of “being dragged down a rabbit hole”.
•	Police and local government services turn a blind eye to industrial scale sexual abuse of vulnerable young girls to avoid stirring racial tensions.
•	It is decreed that if we can’t buy our oil from a thief we may as well buy it from a murderer as pumping our own plentiful supplies locally may offend environmentalists.
•	Ad infinitum.

The country I live in used to be called England.

Last night I read her the last rights, sang her this little poem I made up for her and cradled her as she slipped fitfully away.

I didn’t bother to mark the grave.
___________________________________________________________________

The Cold Blooded Murder Of Albion

Whisper, sweet love,
Did you feel any hurt,
As they hacked at your heart
With their blunt knives of dirt?
Love of my life!
Did you feel any pain?
As they raised up their rocks
To stone your brain.

The true paragon of fair
Balanced and just.
Slain by dogmas of air
Lunatic liberal lust.
I’ll lullaby your dead heart
That pulmonary shocks can’t restart
We’re history consigned,
To bedlam resigned.
But I’d rather rot dead
Than wake in a contemporary bed
Of moral principle smoothies
In a world that eschews me.
Hush, don’t make a fuss, there’s no need to discuss
Spinning whirlpools of statuesque dust
All relics of pride, I’ve laid delicately aside
In simple disgust.

The Cold Blooded Murder Of Albion

To my dear friends in Ukraine!

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
 
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
 
Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
 
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
 
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
 
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Pete Seeger wrote the song in October 1955, claiming to have borrowed the basic idea from the Don Cossack song Koloda Duda, three verses of which he had discovered as a quotation in the novel "The Quiet Don" by Mikhail Sholokhov. Marlene Dietrich made the German version of "Where Have All The Flowers Gone" famous in 1962. It is hardly known that the song goes back to Ukrainian music, but also to Russian. Ultimately, the song does not fit into national pigeonholes. Marlene Dietrich helped this song to its eventual popularity in 1962, although this must also be seen with critical eyes! Another German artist took up the song: Juliane Werding. Unsurpassed, however, is the version by Joan Baez. The bottom line is that it ultimately doesn't matter how the song came about, who wrote it, etc. 

Here I use an instrumental version to draw attention once again to the folly of the war in Ukraine!

Infinite Couplings: Mary Travers of "Peter, Paul and Mary" grew up near Seeger....unbelievable!

...

Sag mir wo die Blumen sind,
Wo sind sie geblieben
Sag mir wo die Blumen sind,
Was ist geschehen?
Sag mir wo die Blumen sind,
Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind
Wann wird man je verstehen,
Wann wird man je verstehen?

Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind,
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind,
Was ist geschehen?
Sag mir wo die Mädchen sind,
Männer nahmen sie geschwind
Wann wird man je verstehen?
Wann wird man je verstehen?


Sag mir wo die Männer sind
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir wo die Männer sind,
Was ist geschehen?
Sag mir wo die Männer sind,
Zogen fort, der Krieg beginnt,
Wann wird man je verstehen?
Wann wird man je verstehen?

Sag wo die Soldaten sind,
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag wo die Soldaten sind,
Was ist geschehen?
Sag wo die Soldaten sind,
Über Gräben weht der Wind
Wann wird man je verstehen?
Wann wird man je verstehen?

Sag mir wo die Gräber sind,
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir wo die Gräber sind,
Was ist geschehen?
Sag mir wo die Gräber sind,
Blumen wehen im Sommerwind
Wann wird man je verstehen?
Wann wird man je verstehen?

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE (Wo sind all die Blumen hin)

INSPIRED " à la Electra" from certain true life events, and even is warning to 
those who try to f*ck with me, I do possess a gift (or rather a curse).
Some of the content is false, alot is unfortunately not.

Don't F*Ck With Me

You Don't F*Ck With Me (collab AudioBake)

Living And Dying - drums, voice, trumpet, piano

Building on the Us/Them narrative… equally separate… A relatively relaxed vibe, started by Josh… I played some @ instruments, ha!.. Tez rocked out, and twirled behind “ The mixing console @ ground zero” check out 
#Entheogenic Psychonaught #Llanpsych… hope you enjoy!

A Separate Reality Entheogenic Psychonaught /Llanpsych/K2 and the Three

Made with Reaper and NI Komplete Ultimate 
Mastered with Wavelab

Dont Speak (Techno Instrumental)

Dog Bites

Grooveclowd will Donate a % of sales to Prostate Cancer Research. Grooveclowd is a Band from Australia. Kimberley Galpin Keys/Synths Mixing, Nathan Good Keys/Bass and Vocals and Eleyan Di Palma Vocals Keys/Synths / Venus Abalero Guitars/ Bass Mixing-- Grooveclowd wanders in and out of Genres.Trax avaiable for
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