Amazing work as always Loo(p)cy. This one captured the vast feeling of the cover art perfectly. I loved the beginning especially. Very creative work.

It's Thelonious-Panarlberg-Guybrush-Threepwood-Monkday! Commander Fullyard and myself had been snacking on this one since April 2021. More than happy that we finally got our baby born! While mighty Fullyard has done all the freaking magic he is famous for, my contribution was mainly about nonsense ideas such as playing the Theremin and sampling blowing-over-beerbottle sounds. Thank you a million times Stefan for this adventure, your stamina and all the wolves! The result is far beyond expectation; retrospectively it was clear however that things would be damn cool --- synchronized hairstyles obviously go hand in hand with synchronized vibes.

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'Round Midnight with Fullyard

bizarrely awesome song about a beautiful day. code name Ronald Goddamn Chase. I had no choice on this one, it came from the overlord.🗿 it's super positive and has a some kickass raw stuff. brace yourself.

🤘🤡🤘
love, ronald 
xoxo

ronald goddamn chase - raw songwriting track

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)

La F. R. de 1789 est considérée comme l'un des tournants politico-sociaux les plus importants de l'histoire européenne. Elle a aboli le pouvoir absolutiste et les prérogatives de la noblesse et de l'Église et les a remplacés par l'état civil. Les causes de la R. F. étaient de profonds malaises sociaux et économiques (famines, insolvabilité de l'Etat). L'élément porteur de la F.R. fut l'Assemblée nationale française, qui adopta en 1789 la Déclaration des droits de l'homme et du citoyen. En 1793, les objectifs de la F.R. furent résumés en un mot-clé dans la revendication de Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité (Lien interne:Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité) et devinrent un slogan qui fut porté bien au-delà de la FRA et eut des répercussions dans presque tous les États européens. L'interdiction de ce slogan dans les provinces prussiennes du Rhin se répercute encore aujourd'hui dans le carnaval bourgeois et le chiffre magique ELF (Égalité, Liberté, Fraternité), qui ne pouvait pas être interdit : Sinon, pourquoi la révolte des imbéciles (= citoyens) commencerait-elle toujours le 11.11 à 11 heures 11 ?

The F. R. of 1789 is considered one of the most important political-social turning points in European history. It abolished the absolutist rule and the prerogatives of the nobility and the church and replaced them with the bourgeoisie. The reason for the F. R. were profound social and economic grievances (famines, insolvency of the Internal Link:State es). The French National Assembly, which adopted the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen in 1789, was the supporting element of the F. R. In 1793, the goals of the F. R. were summed up in the demand for Internal Link:Liberty , Internal Link:Equality , Fraternity (Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité) and became a slogan that was carried far beyond FRA and had an impact in almost all European states. The ban on the slogan in the Prussian Rhine provinces continues to have an effect today in the civic carnival and the magic number ELF (Égalité, Liberté, Fraternité), which could not be banned: Why else should the revolt of the fools (= citizens) always start on 11.11. at 11 o'clock 11?

RÉSISTANCE

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

Earth Calling

https://www.youtube.com/@CELTICcalmmusic
CELTIC calm - Ambient music for relaxation, study, sleep inducement, meditation, work, mindfulness, yoga, spa and for a moment of calm during your day.  Celtic, medieval and fantasy elements and themes.

MORNING Mist

Written by Terry Reeves, 1981
Recorded in a dusty attic, Wallington, Surrey, 1983
Terry Reeves: Vocals/ Guitar 
Brian Reeves: Guitar
John Palmer: Bass
Gary Reeves: Drums

Back in 1981, there was a major news item on the front of the tabloids involving two young teenagers who had committed suicide in a car. They left a note saying that there was no point in carrying on living as they had no job and no money. Unemployment was the highest it had ever been at that time, so it made the headlines. This song was my comment. There was nothing great about the Thatcher government and yes, I was there. (Terry Reeves)

LYRICS

Work hard at school and you will succeed
Get the pieces of paper that you need
You will get there if you are the best
But what happens to us, all the rest

CHORUS
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Discipline will curb your greed
Much more training's what you need
It's better now than it's ever been
Hard times like these we have never seen

CHORUS X 2

Lets tell the truth and not live a lie
No piece for us of that money pie
The youth are the future that's what we're told
But what will they tell us when we're too old

CHORUS X 2

So what's the point in carrying on
Growing up is just one big con
Haven't listened to a word that's said
Perhaps you'll listen when I'm dead

NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Final Choice - Root Division (1983)

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)

ATRIUM .

FATE

Forseen the hand that travels through space
Tear blessings around,
Forwelcomed you in these lands of free breath of air
God shaped reality found,
Surrender your heart to our heavenly means
Deadliest poison bound,
Commute distribute vains of your truth,
Destiny's sight to your sound.

Tear is our concept,
Eternal life our will,
Creator the spirit,
And faith is the deal,

Character Personna,
Time is our thought,
Absurd is the laughter,
And life is our God.

FATE (Lyrics on Description)

Loo(p)cy is a music composer that plays guitar, keyboard (synthesizers), and uses her voice to construct treated and effected vocal parts.
She studied piano and took lessons from 8-years-old, and then ‘graduated,’ and morphed into a singing blues and rock guitarist in her teens.

Now, with only 6 years of experience as an electronic music composer, she crafts fresh and mature sonic landscapes.

However much she ventures into these new territories, she affirms that the electric guitar is — and shall ever be — her most beloved instrument.

Earth Calling

Loo(p)cy

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