Chalk It Up to Distortion

© Joe Liberty 2025, all rights reserved

* Subjective observations
* Selective square dance calls
* Abbreviated golden rule

DoRight

Never have a care or want
Sing out a playful tune
By the famed authority 
Of the silver spoon

Weave the Ring
Dosado 
Alamo style

Fortunes of the pedigree
Afforded to few
Among peers so cavalier 
The devil gets his due 
 
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
  
Ladies In
Men Sashay
Couples Trade
Wheel and Deal 
Yea

Write the rules for all the fools
With style and a smile
Another game played without shame 
Leaving all beguiled

Bend the Line
Ferris Wheel
See Saw 

A never ending story
Of natural selection
For all the fame and glory
And progression of succession  

Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you
Do right
Do right to
Do right
Do right to you 

Spin the Top
Walk and Dodge
Box the Gnat 
Shoot the Star 
Yea

DoRight

Annihilus

I`m Free

||| Total Abandon |||
Let yourself drift upon synth bass so thick it can carry the weight of the world... while gently distorted synths play time amongst a slowly ticking tempo... and space is defined by the time it takes for the echo Vox to return... 

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Total Abandon

Varinia was the wife of Spartacus in the Stanley Kubrick film Spartacus. This track is inspired by The Love Theme from Spartacus chart that Bill Evans did of the Alex North soundtrack.

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Varinia

Hoping you are having a lovely weekend....Just a little French inspired number !
Thank you for your very kind plays reposts and playlists.

Une Histoire

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MCndOjrq2A

The Earth Love

Pixie´s Forest

Russ Tamblyn(the Ballad of the HotR)

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

Thank you for listening.
An ambient instrumental piece with lingering guitar sounds and space woven into a quiet atmosphere.

Breath of Silence

Dont Ever Look At The Face Of God

i see you all
you sang to me
surrender to me
all your shame
i will burn it away
surrender to me
all your pain
i will kiss it to flames

ॐ

in f major (a=440)
written, performed, and recorded by viola moonshape in october 2019
mixed and mastered by brahma
copyright © 2019 viola moonshape

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korg minilogue xd > apollo twin > ampex atr–102 > logic (tracks 01, 02)
lowden f–25 > neumann u87ai > apollo twin > logic (track 03)
gibson es–335 > vox ac15c1 > neumann u87ai > apollo twin > logic (track 04)
vocals > neumann u87ai > apollo twin > logic (tracks 05–11)
fender squier precision bass > apollo twin > logic (tracks 12, 13)
korg wavedrum > boss rc–505 > apollo twin > logic (tracks 14–16)
yamaha reface cp > apollo twin > logic (track 17)
vox guitar > neumann u87ai > apollo twin > uad raw > logic (tracks 18–20)

ॐ

cover by brahma
photography by viola moonshape
copyright © 2019 viola moonshape

ॐ

All Your Shame

Live in the Studio

Mowgly3 - M3 Kuku

Song written and recorded by Darren Sullivan https://soundcloud.com/darren-sullivan
Additional mixing and recording by me. Enjoy ;) 

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You’ll be remembered someday
Forever trapped in the play
Like a cold December Day
You’ll be home-schooled away
. . . Home-schooled away
You'll be home-schooled away
 
And when you find true love
The bastards will have their say
Chasing their tails and setting their sails
Like a castaway 3x

Date with protest, you gave a shout
Mixing your feelings and laughing about
Torn by the way you held your own barking dog
And pressured friends to Network jobs

I’m was feeling kind of jaded
Self-effaced and hated
Selfish and frustrated
and never created
 
Ran through the back door and held the key
Wind screamed through the dusty screen
Scores of crows were circling the sky
The omens were bad and the adults always lied
 
I’m was feeling kind of jaded
Self-effaced and hated
Selfish and frustrated
and never created

You’ll be remembered someday
Forever trapped in the play
Like a cold December Day
You’ll be home-schooled away
. . . Home-schooled away
. . . Home-schooled away
 
And when you find true love
The bastards will have their say
Chasing their tails and setting their sails
Like a castaway 10x

Darren Sullivan / Bluedusksun Collab ~ Seven Twelve

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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