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INFORMATION

The album "MALOVANA" - The first track of "Colorful Dreams" about a painter and a singer who work in a Joint atelier. They are connected by passion, work and feeling. As a result of misunderstandings and wrong decisions, their feelings go astray. It is found in dreams, and the desire of the other person does not allow them to forget about each other .... PS. The inspiration for creating the album are Painters, Colors and Feelings. Vocal and instrumental composition of Colorful Dreams: Magdalena Meisel - vocals, Tomasz Wołkiewicz - vocals, Artur Wypich - instrumental composition, Adam Kozubek - music, Krzysztof Wartak - lyrics
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Płyta "MALOVANA" - Pierwszy utwór " Kolorowych Snów"  o malarce i piosenkarzu, którzy pracują we wspólnym atelier. Łączy ich pasja, praca i uczucie. W wyniku nieporozumień i błędnie podjętych decyzji ich uczucie gdzieś błądzi. Odnalezione zostaje w snach, a pragnienie drugiej osoby nie pozwala im o sobie zapomnieć ....... PS. Inspiracją do tworzenia płyty są Malarze, Kolory i Uczucia. Skład wokalny i instrumentalny utwory Kolorowych Snów : Magdalena Meisel - śpiew , Tomasz Wołkiewicz - śpiew, Artur Wypich- kompozycja instrumentalna, Adam Kozubek- muzyka, Krzysztof Wartak - tekst

Kolorowych Snów | Colorful Dreams

-- Lyrics --

I hear your voice calling me,
I knew I could find you here.
The wind is carrying your sadness,
Don't cry, I will resist this madness.

🎹 Music and Lyrics by Alexander E
🎤 Vocals by @valezkaval15 (Her Instagram)
©️AlexanderE-Composer

The Other Side III

In a lucid dream, I made my way downtown ...

Underneath The Streetlight (Or Ode to Sophia)

They shuffle in at nine, dragging their feet
Eyes glazed over, heads down in defeat
Coffee cups in hand, the same old routine
In the land of the living, but barely seen

They clock in and they clock out, like ghosts in a line
You try to get through, but there's no sign of life inside

Zombies in the workplace, they're everywhere you turn
Staring at their screens, with no fire to burn
In the corporate tomb, where dreams go to die
We're all just surviving as the hours crawl by

Meetings feel like graveyards, all stiff and cold
The same old stories, the same lies told
Their bodies are present, but their minds are away
In the cubicles of doom, where ambition decays

They clock in and they clock out, like ghosts in a line
You try to break through, but there's no sign of life inside

Zombies in the workplace, they're everywhere you turn
Staring at their screens, with no fire to burn
In the corporate tomb, where dreams go to die
We're all just surviving as the hours crawl by

Is there any hope, in this corporate tomb?
Can we rise above, escape the gloom?
Or are we all destined, to join the undead crew?

Zombies in the workplace, they're everywhere you turn
Staring at their screens, with no fire to burn
In the corporate tomb, where dreams go to die
We're all just surviving as the hours crawl by

They shuffle out at five, dragging their feet
Another day done, in this endless repeat
But maybe tomorrow, we'll wake up and see
A world free of zombies, where we can all be free

Zombies In The Workplace

Wake up, wake up, the day has begun
Shake it, shake it, let's have some fun
Rise up, rise up, it's time to run
Let's go, let's go, the race is won

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Push it, push it, feel the drive
Crank it, crank it, come alive
Own it, own it, you're on fire
Bring it, bring it, climb up higher

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Hands in the air, we're breaking through
Chill loud, chill loud, we're the crew
Move fast, move fast, make your mark
Bright light, bright light, we spark

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Keep on, keep on, day and night
Rock on, rock on, shine so bright
Move on, move on, in the light
You're strong, you're strong, take that flight

Keep on, keep on, day and night
Rock on, rock on, shine so bright
Move on, move on, in the light
You're strong, you're strong, take that flight

Don't you ever stop!

Hey Hey Go Go

I decided to get catty about some philosophers.
This was the result, with the help of a few Twitter conversations.

my main website:
http://exedexes1.com

itch.io page:
http://exedexes1.itch.io

Lyrics:
some say
that as far as language and culture go
internal systemic patterns rule
but I haven't really come to find
this conclusion all that cool

Camus said if the world were clear
art would not exist
Did he write that when he was sober
Or after getting really pissed

People see what they want to see
I'm more into shaping my own reality

What forms a bright personality
Is intelligence and cordiality


There are some conceptual nodes
That it is a mistake to connect
And so it's time to be reflecting 
That what we do is to interpret a thing
And warp it around our intellect

All of this pattern matching taken to excess
Results in a hyperlexic mess 
It feels like just belletristic overfitting
A bunch of overcomplicated knitting
Storytelling confused for a predictive process

The real onion here is deciding
Which connections to disregard
For some to me have only about
The appeal of a tub of lard

Some philosophers are Fools competing to
construct a board game
with the most Byzantine rules
But as their theories gather mold
The people who were sold on them
Will sometimes find some jewels

though on examination appearing useless
these things are not non-fungible

The most trivial of trivialities
masquerading as a framework
and that was when i suspected
that they were rather a bunch of jerks

perhaps it's sufficient to be
inspired by the semi-hucksters work
which in places is somewhat overrated
and here and there solutions lurk
which make them vindicated

Freud proved psychosomatics exist
And Chomsky helped out parsers
Foucalt's model of power structures
Is great for spotting farceurs
Derrida examined lived experience
But deconstruction was a miss

They might be accused of
schizophrenic pattern matching
for things that are not really there
but what they actually did was
to make their theories accommodative
fundamentally to get anywhere

They built these edifices out of
A significant chunk of the noticeable
And while I'll grant you that it's not falsifiable
The product might not be that reliable

The lesson of successful intellectual slatterns
is that if enough people agree with your patterns
the mimetic value capture alone is worth it

I just refuse to be mollycoddled
by all this abstruse twaddle
about various mental models

But the manner of their braying
Is really just bewraying  
for the edification of of me and you
that this is necessary for the functioning 
of the social infrastructure
which is just a nice way of saying
that even the clods require their due

Complexity, sensitivity, political import
There are times when i could give less of a bucksnort
But my bias here is showing
For I cannot possibly be all-knowing

Like a stochastic parrot yet a fleshy one
They're sentient but non-useful to some
And a perusal of their semantic fantasia
reveals they sometimes as well have had Wernicke's aphasia

In their defense, absolute clarity is boring
You can't dodge the theorypill they said
Protest as you may
but intellectual whoring by spewing opaqueness
creates a daunting malaise of fakeness
which kind of ruins my day

319: Word Salad released July 20, 2024

Feature.fm link to this track:
https://ffm.to/word-salad

SoundCloud for this track:
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/word-salad

Spotify for this track:
https://open.spotify.com/track/6RRU2HewDoi6KLTdCgOuSu

Bandcamp for this track:
https://dougstoothoff.bandcamp.com/track/word-salad-2

Douglas P Stoothoff main site:
https://exedexes1.com/

itch.io profile link:
https://exedexes1.itch.io/

Feature.fm overall Artist Bio link:
https://ffm.bio/dbx6kbg

Master Track List on SC:
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/tracks

Artist page on Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7EuvIQRQESX9WFtwI6GqWB

Ešrā

Word Salad

Buy on Bandcamp

In the distance - demo

Pushing dreams so far
You do me do things so extreme
Pushing limits to the stars
You do me do things unforeseen
Come on yeah

Ooh Ooh

Pushing limits to the stars
You do me do things
You do me do things unforeseen
Come on yeah

Ooh Ooh

Falling into dark
You do me do things mark by mark
Reaching out for what once gleamed
You do me do dreams that I dreamed
Come on yeah

Ooh Ooh

And if you call me in my dreams again
I will follow where you lead, my friend
In the echoes of our whispered names
Find me waiting playing once again our games
Come on yeah
Come on yeah

Pushing dreams so far
You do me do things so extreme
Pushing limits to the stars
You do me do things unforeseen
Come on yeah

Ooh Ooh
Ooh
Ooh Ooh

And if you call me in my dreams again
I will follow where you lead, my friend
In the echoes of our whispered names
Find me waiting playing once again our games
Come on yeah

Pushing dreams so far
You do me do things so extreme
Pushing limits to the stars
You do me do things unforeseen
Come on yeah

Ooh Ooh
Ooh
Ooh Ooh

And if you call me in my dreams again
Find me waiting playing once again our games
Come on yeah

My Own Tour

Our Games

Mind Streams - Robert Grigg & Combstead

A very chill alternative rock track, in which I broke a lot of rules of Harmony I'm happy to say..

Pull the curtain Prod by. Sauce

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