I love that folk song; such poignant lyrics. And Kit is doing a wonderful job keeping that melancholy feeling alive. I love how oddly quirky the support soundscape is. It all works very well. :)

I like the time winding down at the end. Very imaginative piece, my friend.

Way cool combination of vocals and soundscape, a really interesting fusion, great work guys!

Brilliant genre, for once so aptly labeled, and the execution is spot on.

I am fascinated by the development of the opening sound and the scene after the vocal enters, but the experimental interlude scene that follows is wonderful. I am fascinated again.

Beautiful and haunting -- great mix of traditional melodies and electronic ambience!

the genesis of this construction is very imaginative and interesting...and it *works* !!!

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Passions Unleashed Dub

Coup Fatale (Belial & Libby)

Coup Fatale (Belial Pelegrim & Libby Laksmi)

Kit: Hammerhead, volca fm, uKORG, Jamstik, Air (eno), Teraverse, SynthMaster One, Logic Pro X.

Acknowledgements:
Vocals - 
(1) Modified excerpts from “I Am Stretched On Your Grave” traditional 17th century Irish folk song (unknown) sung by queeniemusic (Kimberly Steele) (2009). Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution (4.0) license (CC-BY).
(2) Field recordings from Valencia. Hotel rooftop bar guitar duo, church choir, accordion busker, people.

Cover Art - Detail from “Far from here” by Klara Kristalova, which features “Beast” (2019) and “Watching the sleeping woman [after Rousseau]” (2017).

Stretched On Your Grave (ft. queeniemusic)

This is a song that started with Ian (IPG1 aka Lou) and his amazing vocal stem, of which I really identify with the lyrics. He has a plethora of vocal stems, so if you're interested in making a hip hop song, you did hit him up. He shared this psychiatrist l particular one with Tez (Llanpsych), who put a beat and guitar on it. Tez then sent it to me, and I added the bass and the synth. Then Tez put the solo part in there along with the effects. he mixed and produced it, and an excellent job he always does, too. This is my first foray into making hip hop, though I've listened to plenty. Hopefully there will be more to come.

Purple Microdot (with IPG1 aka Lou, and Llanpsych)

Off the Rails (Kaerian and Laar / Muterial Open Collab)

A collaboration between 
Kaerian @https://soundcloud.com/kaerian-1
Laar @soundcloud.com/user-325797522
Muterial @soundcloud.com/muterial and his open collab: Muterial – Off-the-rails

Vocals and Lyrics: Kaerian @https://soundcloud.com/kaerian-1

Music: Laar @soundcloud.com/user-325797522 
Recorded with Squire Jaguar, Squire CV 70s Jazz Bass and Fruity Loops. Drum patterns are taken from FL FPC plugin

other "Off the rails" collabs here -> soundcloud.com/muterial/sets/off-the-rails-collaborations

Off the rails
get off the rails
you'll find much different beauty, you'll see
don't be afraid to be alone
don't be afraid to go on your own
believe me you don't need your phone
no, you need to get lost
and to get out of the frost
can you imagine a second
the world differently
can you take a decision
without someone to agree
look differently
try sometimes differently
can you be brave enough
to stand up by yourself
can you be coureagous enough
to choose for yourself
despite what may happen
follow the flowers
follow the smell
that attracts you
whatever happen
remember
you are the one
you are alone

Off the Rails (Kaerian and Laar / Muterial Open Collab)

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

TWICE AROUND THE MOON words and music Doug Roossien 3-24-2023
Those moments 
Between Breathing
When you catch your soul
Walking twice around the moon 

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, you can’t control …(So many tears)
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 

That moment 
Life stops turning. 
When you realize 
Life’ll  never be the same.

That moment 
All hope is burning. 
You stand and watch a fire. 
You can’t control. 
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold.
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

………………………………………………………… ( bridge)
…………………………………………………………………….(music)
Those moments 

Those moments  
Between Breathing 
Where you walk your soul
Twice around the moon.

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, they can’t control.  
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

Those moments  
You stop deceiving. 
and you catch your soul.
Walking twice around the moon 
Twice around the moon, Moments … You walk …Twice around the moon .

TWICE AROUND THE MOON (original)

Everyday, I open the window
Everyday, I brush my teeth
Everyday, I read the paper
Everyday, I see your face

Everyday, I ride in cars
Everyday, I watch TV
Everyday, I write my diary
Everyday, I go to sleep

In the gleam of a brilliant twilight
I see people torn apart
From each other
Maybe that's their way of life 

（Quote from YMO's "Perspective," with lyrics by Peter Barakan and composed by Ryuichi Sakamoto.）

Just for reference, I also like this version which has a strong jazz influence and is a bit different from the original.
Perspective : Ryuichi Sakamoto with Arto Lindsay 1989
 https://youtu.be/xviDUaV_xVs

I really like the YMO song "Perspective", composed by Ryuichi Sakamoto with lyrics by Peter Barakan. It's a rare song where Sakamoto takes on vocal duties, and it's one of YMO's later songs where Sakamoto's solo style is very strong. The simple yet profound lyrics really resonate with me, expressing the happiness and cruelty of everyday life, that is, the act of living. We are all torn apart right now, each one of us. If I were to add something to these lyrics, it would be 
"Every day, I drink a cup of coffee
Every day, I create my own music
Every day, I think about you"

Day9 R.I.P.R.S.04112023 "torn apart"

In The Dead Of Night

Foratroca

Challenge was to make one of my shorter songs with one of my longer lyrics, so I 'had' to craft it into an amalgam of 9/4 and 4/4 signatures. Thus, it may feel crazy on verses but I hope also catchy on refrains.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)  /  I ask only not to have desires (I don’t want to imagine anymore)

¿Puedes explicarme qué es lo que me pasa?  /  Can you tell me what happens to me?
Señor, llévate de mí esta confusión.  /  Lord, take away this confusion.
Quítame el don de la inteligencia,  /  Take the gift of intelligence from me,
pues si no pensara tanto, sería feliz.  /  because if I didn’t think so much, I would be happy.

Siento que este mundo me es extraño,  /  I feel this world is strange,
estoy a disgusto con mis sentidos.  /  I get displeasure from my senses.
No puedo comprender su funcionamiento,  /  I cannot understand their functioning,
ni siquiera amoldarme a él.  /  nor even get used to it.

Sólo pido no tener deseos,  /  I ask only not to have desires,
ya no quiero imaginarme nada.  /  I don’t want to imagine anything anymore.

Esta situación siempre es pasajera,  /  This situation is always temporary,
pero se repite una y otra vez.  /  but repeats itself again and again.
Este malestar de cuerpo y alma  /  This discomfort of soul and body
me hace desear dejar de ser.  /  makes me wish to stop being.  

Pienso entonces en todos los que me quieren,  /  Then I think of all those who love me,
o al menos en los que a veces lo parecen…  /  or at least about those who sometimes seem to…
¿Por qué es tan difícil la coexistencia  /  Why is coexistence so difficult
en medio de una sociedad inteligente?  /  in an intelligent society?

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

No deberías dejar pensar a algo imperfecto,  /  You should not allow something imperfect to think,
sino limitarlo a cumplir su función social.  /  but limit it to fulfilling its social role.
Sólo quiero ser un engranaje más, señor,  /  I only want to be one more cog, Lord,
en tu rebaño de almas, sin preguntas.  /  in your flock of souls, without questions.

Esta vida que me has dado, señor,  /  This life you have given me, Lord,
me tortura, de modos insospechados,  /  tortures me, in unsuspected manners,
a buscarle un sentido a mis dudas,  /  to look for a sense to my doubts,
lo cual, tal vez, sea precisamente su fin!  /  which, maybe, is precisely its purpose!

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

ER43FI10 97-18

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)

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