Adri González (guitar) Sergio Párraga (Programming and congas)

https://on.soundcloud.com/MiAq4

Electric hands (With Adrian González)

This is the latest song from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Stricknice, Bitzone, and I have been working on. Like all the rest of the songs in the set, this one began during the start of the pandemic and reflects the changes in political perspective that were happening in society, and continue to this day. And, as with the other songs, I started this song with an unreleased demo from Wou-Wou and created a 1 minute outline which I then often passed on to a guest collaborator. When it came time to fully work on the track, I expanded on the original idea, along with the guest collaborator stems, until a full song was arranged. I then passed the bones and organs of the song to Stricknice and Bitzone to add any additional muscles and flesh they believed in until it was finished. I am so blessed to work with Wou-Wou, Bitzone, Stricknice, and all the guest collaborators on this inspired set, that one day will be complete. 

May everyone find something authentic to themselves to believe in.

Track Credits:
Mayor of Donutville: Synths, Chimes, Vocals
@mayor-of-donutville
https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Guitars, Reverse Guitars
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Bass, Drums, Keys, Vocals, Mix, and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Waiting for the next season
Waiting for a better reason
Waiting for some cohesions
In my something to believe in

Searching for another chapter
Searching for another answer
Searching for the here after
To give me something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Praying for a true sign
Praying for not to resign
Praying that any divine
Has something for me to believe in

Been out there but it’s freezing
Been out there but it’s displeasing
Been out there now releasing
My reason for something to believe in

There’s nothing in the wind speaking
There’s nothing in the house creaking
There’s nothing for the sinned seeking
For there’s nothing left to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Reborn but still
Still worn out for real
Forlorn with no goodwill
Forgotten like landfill
Discarded until rotten
Downtrodden turned to God and
Abandoned I turn to
The concerns of the spurned few
True or is it not true
It is what we’ve been through
When all has been lost to
Those others who sin too
Grew up with a promise
Now there’s thieves up upon us
Asking who can we turn to
To return to us what’s due
I shouted but nobody
Listened I doubted
And then somebody heard
Just wanted to be devoted
So a savior got stirred
For a favor his word
With our promise to help turn
The truth to be blurred

When will there be a new leader
When will there be a new preacher
When will there be my savior
To tell me what I should believe in

Looking for a new day
Looking for a new way to pray
Looking for a new way to say
I need something to believe in

Oh oh lord
You’re no more
The savior oh

Something To Believe In

Mayor of Donutville, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & CKP - Something To Believe In

this music is brought to you by 2 Fender Telecasters( a couple of Stunners) and two guitar players one being the Amazing Stephen Watkins of Texmex Shaman whom also Produced this guitar gem and the other being Myself-- taken from a composition by another wonderful composer and guitarist who wrote this song in the early 70's in another form, but a similar Progression--Hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do!! the drums and bass are supplied by Roland and Boss--
the guitar garden artwork was created by Stephen

Zwiff with TexMex Shaman(original composition by David Williams) TURN IT UP!

Broken-down well
in a valley broke.
What we encase
keeps us afloat.

There is no vaccine
for the rotten watermelon rind.
There is no angel
for the gas station attendant
shot at point-blank range.
There is no justice for the motive
on the roof, o'er the fence.

What is the soul motivation?
Is there a reason
to live
without freedom?
Besides what you are
remembered by when you leave.

There are no embarrassments
on the eve of the balcony
as gravity kicks in
at four in the morning.

Where were the stars
when the pills sprawled across the floor?
and blood ran down the mirror.

There is no director above you.
The hands reach into the void
for the thing not yet there.

Come up with hands of seaweed
with salt in the air.
Drive the high desert.
Fold in alone.

There is no mercy.
The land as dry as bone.
My body knows it's poisoned
as it drifts to the unknown.

Occupy some trailer.
Meld with the occult.
Let the devil take you down
the highways
with a leather case
and cigarette smoke.

Words by Riley Robinson

Faith Lost

------------------------------------------------------------------------
YouTube: https://youtu.be/kugEjJJMXy4?si=_U_Ou3vet8mT9Hqn
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/4lgUnAkKQZabH3NqVcTR3H?si=R-Z5a2TKRZqpPr8c_SfPFw
Amazon: https://amazon.de/music/player/albums/B0DSTZYHV8?marketplaceId=A1PA6795UKMFR9&musicTerritory=DE&ref=dm_sh_qQ91mYJs4ptZfoQjp8MsKHU19
Apple: https://music.apple.com/de/album/echo-des-vergessens/1790416748?i=1790416749
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Durch die Straßen grauer Zeit
Weht ein Echo lang verklungener Tage
Lang verklungener Tage
Und die Sehnsucht macht sich breit
Nach dem Lachen, das ich in mir trage
Das ich in mir trage

Jugendträume, leicht und klar
(Träume, leicht und klar)
Tanzen wie ein Sommervogelpaar
(wie ein Vogelpaar)
Schweben durch den Nebel meiner Jahre
(durch die Jahre)

Doch das Echo des Vergessens
Weht wie Herbstlaub durch die Zeit
(durch die Zeit)
Und die Spuren des Vermissens
Zeichnen Bilder der Vergänglichkeit
(der Vergänglichkeit)

In der Stille dieser Stadt
Treffen Welten aufeinander
(Welten aufeinander)
Was einst Kraft und Klarheit hat
Wird nun fremd und immer distanzierter
(immer distanzierter)

Zwischen Gestern und Heute
Tanzt ein Lichtstrahl durch die Nacht
(durch die Nacht)
Was die Zeit uns einst bedeutet
Wird durch jeden Schritt erwacht
(neu erwacht)

Und das Echo des Vergessens
Wird zur Brücke dieser Zeit
(dieser Zeit, dieser Zeit)
Aus den Schatten des Vermissens
Wächst ein neuer Weg zur Wirklichkeit
(zur Wirklichkeit)

In der Stille dieser Nacht
Find ich mehr als nur nach Haus
(mehr als nur nach Haus)
Was verloren schien, erwacht
Ich freue mich darauf
(freue mich darauf)

English translation:
Through the streets of gray time
An echo of long faded days blows
Long faded days
And the longing spreads
For the laughter that I carry within me
That I carry within me

Youthful dreams, light and clear
(Dreams, light and clear)
Dancing like a pair of summer birds
(like a pair of birds)
Floating through the mist of my years
(through the years)

But the echo of oblivion
Blowing through time like autumn leaves
(through time)
And the traces of missing
Draw pictures of transience
(of transience)

In the silence of this city
Worlds meet
(worlds meet)
What once had strength and clarity
Now becomes strange and more and more distant
(more and more distant)

Between yesterday and today
A ray of light dances through the night
(through the night)
What time once meant to us
Is awakened by every step
(reawakened)

And the echo of oblivion
Becomes the bridge of this time
(this time, this time)
From the shadows of missing
A new path to reality grows
(to reality)

In the silence of this night
I find more than just home
(more than just home)
What seemed lost awakens
I am looking forward to it
(looking forward to it)

Echo des Vergessens

J'ai longtemps considéré l'amour comme un sujet mièvre, bercé probablement par une culture Disney couplée à ma formation d'ingénieur assez matérialiste
Mais avec le temps je me suis complètement décomplexé sur le sujet et j'en suis venu à penser que c'est le sujet le plus important de l'univers.
On le chante depuis la nuit des temps sans comprendre son origine. On parle d'une forme d'attachement mais c'est bien plus profond. 
Je pense que le véritable amour réciproque créé une forme d'intrication quantique entre deux êtres que ni la distance, ni le temps, ni la mort ne peut défaire. Quelque chose qui dépasse nos dimensions et notre compréhension comme l'évoque l'excellent film 'interstellar'. Bref c'est du sérieux et ça méritait bien encore une chanson ;)
------
Un sentiment
Intangible et puissant
S'est affranchi du temps
Vire à l'omniprésent

Deux ne font qu'un
C'est étrange et divin
Même si je ne sais pas bien
Où je tombe, d'où tu viens

Si le coeur était la vie
Si l'amour au fond
Jouait d'autres dimensions
Au delà de l'esprit
Au delà des mots
Quelque chose de plus haut, de plus beau

On le ressent
Mais personne ne comprend
Universel pourtant
L'intrication en grand

La gravité
Entre nous s'est plié
Aucune loi jamais
Ne pourra nous séparer

Si le coeur était la vie
Si l'amour au fond
Jouait d'autres dimensions
Au delà de l'esprit
Au delà des mots
Quelque chose de plus haut, de plus beau
Quelque chose de plus haut
Quelque chose de plus beau 

-----
For a long time, I considered love to be a mawkish subject, probably lulled by a Disney culture coupled with my rather materialistic engineering training.
But over time, I've become completely relaxed about the subject and have come to believe that it's the most important subject in the universe.
We've been singing about it since the dawn of time without understanding its origins. We talk about a form of attachment, but it's much deeper than that. 
I think that the true reciprocal love creates a form of quantum entanglement between two beings that neither distance, time nor death can undo. Something beyond our dimensions and understanding, as evoked in the excellent film 'interstellar'. In short, it's serious stuff and deserved another song ;)
-----
A feeling
Intangible and powerful
has freed itself from time
Becomes omnipresent

Two become one
It's strange and divine
Even if I'm not sure
Where I fall, where you come from

If the heart were life
If love deep down
Played other dimensions
Beyond the mind
Beyond words
Something higher, more beautiful

We feel it
But no one understands
Universal yet
Big entanglement

Gravity
Between us is bent
No law ever
Can separate us

If the heart were life
If love deep down
Played other dimensions
Beyond the mind
Beyond words
Something higher, more beautiful
Something higher
Something more beautiful 

Quelque chose de plus beau

Gen info 

Generation Talk is the lead track and title of Conscience Of Kings new EP that’s available on all major streaming services.
It’s an early insight into the EP released on 24 February 2025  takes Conscience of Kings back to their up-tempo indie rock/pop homeland with a collection of songs about love relationships, emotional issues and everything in between. Catchy melodies and rousing earwormy choruses make this a must listen to release for our followers. We hope you enjoy it as much as we have recording the songs.
We will post the link for Spotify soon as it’s out.
We give you Generation Talk …. For now! 


V1
I thought I would remember 
 most of everything 
I can’t even remember 
a single thing
My heads out of  the window 
Just  trying to remember 
I see a white flag flying 
for a bitter surrender

Ch
Do you  know what this is it’s me talking to myself 
Do you know what this I’m talking about you too myself 
I’m a student of our history 
And your a sweet little mystery 
It’s Generation Talk x4


V2  
Love  Peace and self worth 
is all I ever really wanted 
From the birth of this 
to the way we departed
She said I love 
I said l love even more 
She said that’s impossible 
All is fair in love our war 

Chorus 


Generation Talk - Conscience Of Kings

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Threw the keys in the sink disposal
Found 2 bodies in the bathroom stall
I just don't seem to care
Never really cared at all

They ask, How could I not have noticed?
How could I have lived with you there
I just didn't seem to notice
I just didn't seem to care

That time was only metal for you
That time was always dirge
I didn't seem to want to know
I didn't have the urge

Kept clean and did the dishes
Fed the dog and the fishes
The cat could never be found
I never bothered to look around

Staying awake seemed a chore
Yet I smiled as I swept the floor
I don't remember having this many walls
I guess I never really noticed
Never really noticed, that's all

February 28 and March 3, 2025

Untitled Song 1

method:  this is a version of this extremely evasive poem in simple, intertwined loops; sc mastred auora 67 per cent
narration: this is one of the sequential, reflexive poems in my DIE ODRADEK VARIATIONEN collection, in the section titled DAS BUCH DER ZUMUTUNGEN – I might add the lyrics or even an interlinear translation when time permits
image: copyright jo richter

zuflucht

instruments by me
seeing you wave
throyugh the glass
of the train
it ruind my day
its the smal things
that make you pay
thats what the told me
thats what they say
anyway
anywaaaayyy
tickets ripped in half
with nothing to do
who will you become
because you can never choose 
what you want
doing something you were
never meant to see
holding my breath so 
you walk rihgt past me

through the glass of the train

Tied down

#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.