synth magic.....now with a lead guitar track!!! 

A Waffle On The Plate- 朝ご飯

Hammer

@ttuttle: drumset, percussion, xylophone, misc
doug: bass, zither, bulbul tarang, percussion, strings, harmonium, misc

poopy pup

I think I made a nice suckstep this morning:)
So it will become a good day.

like the titel says, I used a track (loop detuned)of DEIMOS!!!
greetings to my good old friends <3
(4tk-taperecording Monteith Barracks 1999)

the picture is just some senf

<3 you soundcloudfriends and soundcloud!
have a good day everybody

DEIMOS I I I 3

I scrapped the edited version. This is the original... and this is the song. No edits needed ✅

Lyrics

Ooooo Ahhhh
Digging with soul we are
It's the garden of life
Fertilizer from strife

Ooooo Ahhhh
Digging with soul we are
Fertilizer from strife...
Musics' medium seed sends life

The stars aligned
Hold on, way too much pine
My watched mirror, isn't fine
Humans a far, reeled on the line

We've been here before
I lost the message
'Mess on the floor
I think flood lights
Made darkness
Blinded sights
Selfish starkness

I said, solidarity wist
Click click says narcissist
How can I fuck up this?
How do I look up what I missed?

Just sing
Just play
Just good rays
Just sing
Just play
Your good rays
Just sing
Just play
Your good rays

You got your strife
Now go find the meaning of life

Just play
Just sing
Your good rays
That your bringing
This media mania
This social fling
From hibernated
To spam cave man thing

Just sing
Good rays
It's you're thing
Just play
Just sing
Its the good rays
You bring

Ooooo Ahhhh
Digging with Soul we are
It's the garden of life
Fertilizer from strife

Ooooo Ahhhh
Digging with Soul we are
Fertilizer from strife...
Musics' medium seed sends life

Ooooo Ahhhh
Digging with Soul we are
It's the garden of life
Fertilizer from strife

Ooooo Ahhhh
Digging with Soul we are
Fertilizer from strife...
Musics' medium seed sends life

Mist Aligned

Star of Methlehem

Macmeth

Lyrics

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Radicalized citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only that ever has

Agitate and always agitated

One, two, three, four

Black bloc black mask
Take rights don’t ask
Confront and harass 
Those with power don’t pass

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Show your discontent

Track Credits:
Stricknice: Live drums, ending remix
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Mix and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Guitar, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production
musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Radicalized citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only that ever has

Agitate and always agitated

One, two, three, four

Black bloc black mask
Take rights don’t ask
Confront and harass 
Those with power don’t pass

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Show your discontent


Black Bloc

Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - Black Bloc

Car Alarms, Dogs, Insects & Cops

off and on and on...
is it real?
a collection of scabs to peel,
cause on and on and off,
it's been bend over and cough,

off and on and on...
is it true?
the voice to skull transmission woes,
every thirsty thorn,
who drinks from the little horn,

hidden cameras twisting me,
in a parodying parody,
now nothings as it seems to be,
a hammer on my heart,

heaving like a gilded gong,
in a rejected wedding song,
the stitchomantics got it wrong,
the pages would not part,

how I famished you this sound I found,
how all of my hopes and dreams were drowned,
how I looked into the mirror and found:

John Hinckley reciting poems,
locked in his Jody Foster Home,
the walls they whisper "you're the one"
"so go dig up your buried gun"
"now John"
"the papers need to know your name"
"so aim"

Jody Foster Home...

Jody Foster Home

I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.  (Richard Brautigan)

Car Alarms, Dogs, Insects & Cops

kuncklebunny