I like this little detuned ambiented crispy saucy sound 👉❤️

Mist on the river

Explicit !
Lyrics :
On all fours, my desire is like a wild beast.
The lust and the passion pulse in my veins.
Animal energy, that you just can’t resist.
You open the cage and I break my chains.

I love when you take control, I love it rough,
Every thrust harder, while you’re climbing my peak.
Gripping the sheets, I just can’t get enough.
Your good pounding makes me feel unique.

(Chorus)
I don’t’ bite the pillow to muffle my wild screams,
Your silky hands on my hips  feel soft and strong
You master the talent that reigns in my dreams
In this doggy style, you’re never wrong.

I can’t see your face, and it makes me free
To enjoy the pleasure rougher and deeper.
I’m not ashamed of screaming loudly, widely,
As my mind evaporates in sweat and pleasure.

You know what I want, please don’t hold back,
The pleasures swell, like waves in the sea.
Our passion’s boiling, let’s tear up the track.
In this blissful space, just you and me.

(Chorus)
I don’t’ bite the pillow to muffle my wild screams,
Your silky hands on my hips  feel soft and strong
You master the talent that reigns in my dreams
In this doggy style, you’re never wrong.

I arch my back, let’s set the night ablaze.
Our bodies collide in this powerful dance,
A doggy style delight, we’re lost in the haze,
Together, my love, in this wild romance.

Doggy style delight, honey !
Doggy style delight, just you and me !

Bite the pillow

About “Flickerstorm (Album Version)”
This track was inspired by the sounds of New Order and Echo & the Bunnymen that kept playing in my head under the moonlight.
I blended those influences with the dub and electronic elements I deeply admire, and it became the very first track I completed as Olttaoff.

Under my previous artist name, my works leaned more toward electronic downtempo. Over time, however, I realized that post-rock is an essential part of my identity, which led me to create this piece. In many ways, it feels like a return to my roots while moving forward.

It also marks a turning point in my process — shifting from hardware-based production to working fully in DAWs. The TR-909 featured on the artwork represents that transition, as well as a tribute to Roland, the iconic maker from my hometown in Japan.

Flickerstorm(Album Ver.)

Themes From Forgotten Films Vol 2: The Reactor.wav

My sister Cindy wanted me to write music for her. It is becoming increasingly hard to play and that makes me sad.  I have lay so far back in my powerchair that I can't see the controls. I can't tolerate sitting up, it's too hard to breathe. Some days I can't even get out of bed.

My son attached a projector to my computer so my screen is now 6'x4', and I have a small keyboard I hold in my hand. So I try to keep up, but it takes much longer to do anything. ALS is not easy to deal with. It's important to stay positive and make good use of the time I have left.

Something To Remember Me

This is the first release of a collaboration between myself and my brother Joe,
check his page
https://on.soundcloud.com/KdLSfoWQlRWHRjpEM5
Joseph Olsson-lyrics, vocals, guitars
Rob-bass, guitars

Let me take you flying. Let me take you off the ground. 
Let me take you to the stratosphere now. 
You won't need a ticket, you won't need a reservation. 
You just need to take my hand and fly. Come fly with me.

Let me take you dancing. Let me spin you on the floor. 
Trip the light fantastic with you. 
You won't need a lesson. You won't need a costume ball. 
You just need to take my hand and dance. Come dance with me.

No time to think it over. It's time to go. 
No time to think it over, let's go. Take my hand now.

Don't wait for a sign. To make up your mind. Baby, this is our time.

Let me take you somewhere. 
Take you where you've never been. 
Take you where the map will end now. 
You won't need a compass. You won't need a passport stamp. 
You just need to take my hand somewhere,  somewhere with me.

Time To Go

e guitar improvisation

More than a little indisposed, yet not fully out of service, there's always some great music to sing and play.

"Sotto le stelle del Jazz" was written by Paolo Conte in 1983, and released on his third eponymous album.

Guitar by my son Gideon.

We hope you'll enjoy it, and I whisper "I love you" ;)

I will not try an English translation this time, cause the lyrics are full of allegories, and after all I'm not a poet :). Luckily there are some poets around on SC, and so very special thanks so to Michele Ansani (@michele-ansani check out his music) for providing both an English translation, and food for thought. You can find his translation below.

lyrics

Certi capivano il jazz
L'argenteria spariva
Ladri di stelle e di jazz
Così eravamo noi, così eravamo noi
Pochi capivano il jazz
Troppe cravatte sbagliate
Ragazzi scimmia del jazz
Così eravamo noi, così eravamo noi

Sotto le stelle del jazz
Ma quanta notte è passata
Marisa, svegliami, abbracciami
È stato un sogno fortissimo
Le donne odiavano il jazz
Non si capisce il motivo

Sotto le stelle del jazz
Un uomo scimmia cammina
O forse balla, chissà

Duemila enigmi nel jazz
Ah, non si capisce il motivo
Nel tempo fatto di attimi
E settimane enigmistiche

Sotto la luna del jazz
And now here me jazz
I whisper, "I love you"
I whisper, "I love you"

English

Some could understand jazz,
while the silverware disappeared
thieves of stars and of jazz,
that’s what we were, that’s what we were.

Few could understand jazz,
too many wrong ties around,
monkey boys of jazz
that’s what we were, that’s what we were.

Under the stars of jazz
how many nights have gone by,
Marisa wake me, hold me close,
it was such a powerful dream.
Women used to hate jazz,
“the tune is hard to find”

Under the stars of jazz
a monkey-man is walking
or maybe he’s dancing, who knows.
Two thousand riddles in jazz,
“the tune is hard to find”
In time made of fleeting moments
and crossword-puzzle weeks.

Under the moon of jazz
and now listen to me, jazz,
I whisper: “I love you,”
I whisper: “I love you.”

Sotto le stelle del Jazz (Paolo Conte - Giddy and Rob Jam)

image, words and sounds and composition: copyright jo richter

das also tragen wir mit uns herum
ausgediente vortagsideen
modifizierbar, wenn um
uns passungsfugen klaffen

noch einmal kind sein: mit ungelenkem sinn
und ungelenkten sinnen den urwald spür'n
der altes eisen überwuchert! wohin
geht der, den keine altatlanten führ'n?

interlinear translation: subjectively plausible yet objectively faulty reason to reincarnate // that, therefore, is what we carry / yesterday's used-up notions / that can be modified when / the modules and tiles stop fitting around us // to be a child, once again: with unwieldy mind / and unguided senses to feel the jungle / overgrowing rusted rebar! where do they go / who are not guided by outdated maps in fraying bindings?

subjektiv verständlicher doch objektiv fehlerhafter grund zu reinkarnieren

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

Gold Colored Teacup

Inspired by the short story The Reactor: https://substack.com/home/post/p-176987522

Elegy for a Vanished Audience

Welsh musician and composer. If you like my stuff, please like, repost / share. And follow for more tunes

Mist on the river

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