UNSIGNED ARTISTS ON SOUNDCLOUD 12

Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

AB Playlist 082 Part 2

I Can Feel The Stars: 30 Great tracks from the SoundCloud Community

The Latest songs from some fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own,

Playlist 075

March 21 Freak Radio playlist

"Love" - A Marc Freak Valentines Day Collection

Almost on a daily basis I am told by one Soundcloud user after another that my music is crap, that I have zero talent....what do you think? Are they right, or is it a case of sour grapes? And do you think I take it to heart :) No! What's heartbreaking for all of us is....WHEN NO ONE LISTENS!

OFF MY BOX - AMPHETAMINE ORCHESTRA

If My Heart Could Speak

check out my site on band camp 7 different genres folk rock indie with a blues vocal and on one album there is rapping that album is 3 of a kind down load now if you like my music

01 Amanda Jane

13-homeless man-01.mp3

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

TRANQUIL LIZA (recorded 1980)
>
HIS HEART HANGS HEAVY
LIKE A ROAD TAX LEVY
BUT SHE KEEPS HER WILL ALIVE
DETERMINED TO RECOVER
FROM THE KICK IN THE EYE
FROM THE KICK IN THE EYE
>
SHE'S TRIED A THOUSAND TIMES
TO BLEED HER BODY DRY
BUT THE MONKEY ON HER BACK
WHISPERS GIVE IT ONE MORE TRY
>
NOW LISA'S CRANKED UP REALLY HIGH
>
TRANQUIL LIZA, UNDER SEDATION
TRANQUIL LIZA, DROPPED SOME TUEES, AND BACK-STREET BLUEYS
TRANQUIL LIZA, UNDER SEDATION
TRANQUIL LIZA, BLOCKED ON TUEES, AND BACK-STREET BLUEYS
>
SHE FUMBLES FOR THE £5 WRAP
STASHED AWAY IN THE LINING OF HER MACK
ON A CHARCOAL SPOON SHE EMPTYS OUT THE SMACK
ADDS A DAB OF LEMON, AND TWO MILLS' FROM THE TAP
>
SHE HEATS THE FLUID GENTLY, WHILE STIRRING WITH A MATCH
THEN DRAWS IT THROUGH A FILTER INTO THE ROCKET MADE OF GLASS
SHE WRAPS THE MAKE-SHIFT TORNIQUE 'ROUND HER DARTBOARD ARM
WITH SPIKE ATTATCHED SHE POPS HER SKIN
A>ND CRANKS THE JUICE INSIDE

TRANQUIL LIZA, UNDER SEDATION
TRANQUIL LIZA, DROPPED SOME TUEES AND BACK STREET BLUEYS
TRANQUIL LIZA, UNDER SEDATION
TRANQUIL LIZA, BLOCKED ON TUEES, AND BACK-STREET BLUEYS
>
BLOCKED ON...BLOCK...BLOCK

TRANQUIL LIZA (recorded 1980)

Don't worry, I'm not the ogre that its said I am
I'm broken from head to toe
Some rumours when written can crush a soul like mine
I was smitten for a year or two

CHORUS
I call in pain no love remains
We fall, blood stains, I can't let this happen again

Fake traction, fake everything in fact
I tried to hold you but I broke my back
What gumption to allege the lies alleged
If I'd guessed it I'd have done much worse

CHORUS

Ogre

Chirpy little pop song about rough sex.

NEANDERTHAL WOMAN
I can't comprehend you
Believe all that's said
Put the feelings aside
You're nothing but park and ride

Access all areas
Come on join the crowd
Ignore the stagnant stench
Dive in with buttocks clenched

CHORUS
Don't mean to hurt you love, or do destroy your pride
But if I touch/tap your skull its hollow inside
So limited but wonderful, primitive Neanderthal woman, woman
Easy come, easy go, primitive Neanderthal woman, woman, woman

I'm powerless to stop you
You can't change your ways
Some aspects are pleasing, yet
Diseases you can't forget

You carry a burden
You're ridden bare back
Spurt out small words so gruff
Sounds like you like it rough

CHORUS

Neanderthal Woman

Christ I'm crazy, or just afraid, see
I'll make it up with love
The barrier's broken and now we've spoken
I'll pray to the above

'Cause I was frightened more than you would believe
My hands were shaking, I'm sure that you could see
A little luck - you're also trembling at me
You do not stop
And when our eyes met I sensed we were alike
I held your hand and we danced into the night
A little love - you're scared but I promise I don't bite
A little love, a little love, a little love

When the night ends, we part as just friends
My heart is torn apart
So familiar, we are far too similar
And its over before it starts

All the courage it took to make my move
Is wasted like the time I spent with you
What little luck - when I thought some luck was due
It all breaks up
Why such surprise as I've felt this way before
I'm so low that my chin touches the floor
So little love, next time I see you I'll ignore
Our little love, little love, little love
So little love, little love, little love

Little Love

Your beauty excites and it blinds
You truly are dressed to the nines
You're one of my favourite finds of all
Your smile also makes me smile
Which I have not done in a while
Lets walk hand in hand down the aisle this fall

CHORUS
And I question is that me?
Is it just some fantasy?
Could it all break in a heartbeat heartbreak
I would never let that be

I've pages and pages of lines
Of how you are dressed to the nines
You simply are just sublime it seems
Your laugh also makes me laugh
We roll around the floor really daft
I wanted, I prayed and I have the dream

CHORUS

Your beauty excites and it blinds
You truly are dressed to the nines
You're one of my favourite finds of all
Favourite finds of all

Dressed To The Nines

I'd swim through seas of fire and brimstone
To nestle in your arms
I'd fight the dragons and slay the monsters
To protect you from harm

CHORUS
What I'd do to get to you
And these promises are true
I have no super strength
I have no secret route
I just battle through

I'd climb the tallest most jagged mountain
And I'd sleep within the snow
I'd walk upon a ledge of spikes
And I'd take the mightiest blow

CHORUS

What I’d Do To Get To You

Check out the video for this track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRwnjh97Wh4

House of The Rising Sun. - Instrumental Version

House Of The Risng Sun - Instrumental Version

Free

Jay Daniels - "Free"

Walk forever
written by TJG December 17, 2020
mix 1: December 20, 2020
mix 2: Jan 9, 2021 output transformer engaged on tape machine
cover art: TJG somewhere in china

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio

Guitars
Rhythm: Guild DV52
Lead: Fender Stratocaster
Bass: Fender Squire

Mics: Neumann TLM 67 and AKG C414 XLS
Drums: single hand drum played by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG

Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape. 



Lyrics

Verse 1
wanna walk forever
in a day
walk right next to you
wanna take it down
to the rivers edge
see what we can do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

verse 2
crazy days and crazy nights
it's who we are
you know we'll make it through
nothing lasts forever
we'll carry on
doing what we do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

Verse 3
wanna walk forever
in a day
walk right next to you
wanna take it down
to the rivers edge
see what we can do

refrain
you must be strong
to carry on
doing what you do
oh yeah
doing what you do

Outro
you must be strong
you must be strong....

Walk forever

Check out my smile and smell the posies
And take the front seats
Now get ready to applaud

You truly are looking fantastic
Slightly plastic
Lets just say it, I'm a fraud

CHORUS
You realised I'm ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-charming
Now you're paralysed by my ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-charming

Every cloud has a silver lining
Mine needs refining
But I'll dance on anyway

Please take my hand for quite a journey
Got to get up early
But thanks again for the fun play

CHORUS

Charming

They, they stand on giants
And in defiance ignore science to stand high
And despite a lack of stature
And in a rapture escape capture quick bye bye

So slight of dwarven nature
They're bound to hate your normal features on your face
A jealous streak an evil person
He leaves a curse on witch and her son, what a waste

CHORUS
So quiet as the angels sleep
They're naked so the elves can peep
And end up in a sweaty heap
For when the siblings come of age
They colour green then colour beige
The relevance is hard to gauge
So come on, come on we're never gonna break this
So come on, come on, we're never gonna make this

We, we stand on fairies
Eating berries, lose our cherries when we can
Their wings all bent and broken
And I'm chocking on these folk please pass one more

CHORUS

Stand On Giants

Well. Finally!

I am really proud to be able to present this little nasty piece to you. This has several reasons... i have to face some kind of... lets call it "depression", right now (corona fuckedupness...). Low battery status and find it hard to work on any music these days.... and that makes me sad, because there is so much in the pipe, and as mentioned in my profile -> 2021 will be the big Collab-Year! Yes!  So down to it and i will be doing nasty stuff with some of you amazing talented Artists out there... this makes me thrilled about what to come!

While i worked on the last little mix-adaptions and overall master of my album "1981", we managed, during a short period around X-Mas, to visit my parents in law place and "celebrated" the christmas days. It really felt not so good and right, due to the rona crisis and the general lockdown with loosened restrictions just for the public holidays sake....

I took my newly self-gifted arturia microfreak with me and was highly motivated and inspired by the https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1PRTg1DRbQ 4 producers 1 synth Andrew Huang video series... with a FAT Lineup of Artists : Rachel K Collier, Red Means Recording, Cuckoo and yeah , Andrew Huang...

After i saw that video i asked my girlfriend and fiance, which i had promised not to buy me another gear this year, if i was allowed to x-mas present myself with this thing and she , ALWAYS so supportive, agreed that i NEED it, sure! LOL.... So i took my travel-setup with me and was sitting in my beloved corner in our little flat at my parents in laws place.... and 80% of the piece was pretty much done when we drove back to our place. 

Still inspired by the magic composing energy i experience there, everytime, i finished the track within the next two days, but really felt not like uploading it. I had to wrap up the Album and decided, that i will drop it by the end of january, early february... and yeah. here it is.

I also want to take the opportunity and thank not only ALL you wonderful artists out there which i have discovered so far... i also want to shout out , that this piece, along with the 4 producers 1 synth video, is heavily influenced by listening to my alltime favorites:

https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea
https://soundcloud.com/grevusanjl
https://soundcloud.com/naturesautonomus
https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim
https://soundcloud.com/user-766619428
https://soundcloud.com/chefboyextreme

and surely many many more, but BIG CRED, to what you do with your magic sounds and sonic landscapes and genre bending and defining music out there.

Thank you so much! 
Yours,
Commander Fullyard


btw... if you got the time and are up into dreamy, dope, glitched, synthwave, arcade and so many more styles blending electronic music... please check out this man... https://soundcloud.com/jonrando

Glitched

I really like the second transition in this one. It's got a guitar trick I used to do all the time when I recorded heavier albums. Crunchy rhythm guitars take up a whole lot of bandwidth in the middle of the mix, and to get leads to pop through without cutting anything, I found a funny fix. If you roll the tone off all the way on the lead guitar, run it into a Big Muff (or a Rat), then run that into a wah pedal that's fixed in a pinchy nasal range, and then into an already fuzzy amp, it cuts through like an electrified duck. I love it. First time I did this, I was using a really weird Fender contemporary telecaster that had phase switches for each pickup. It got extra ducky, because I put all three out of phase and then rolled the tone off. This version is just a standard tele, so no hyperduck, but it still gets the job done!

WICKED

YouTube

WICKED - Music by ECHO GARAGE | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | ROCK | YT VIDEO

This song is kind of a sequel to https://soundcloud.com/adam-woodard/rock-n-roll-band-shelby-bryantshel-silverstein by Shel Silverstein by way of @shelbybryant

Yes, we love your band 
Our band
We catch every show
That we can 
To see your band 

We love the old stuff 
And the new stuff and
Everything in between 
I can’t tell you what you mean to us
Yes, we
Love your band

I met the drummer in Milwaukee
He held a broken walkie-talkie
I was surprised ‘cause I always thought he
Was a bit taller than me
But now I see

Yes, we love your band
Our band
We got some pawn shop amps
And late night plans
For our band

We don’t wanna be too famous
We just wanna be just like you
We’ll cut an album in the south of France in a castle
Pastel lovers on the cover
We’ll only need each other
And our love for you

But our singer is afraid of flying
I’m not the only one that thinks he’s lying
Don’t you think he’s just afraid of trying 
I am hoping you might help us
Help us feel less hopeless
P.S. we’re your biggest fans

Love, our band 
(Milwaukee walkie-talkie squawky walkie talkie)
Love, our band
(Milwaukee walkie-talkie squawky walkie talkie)
Love, our band
(Milwaukee walkie-talkie squawky walkie talkie)

Love, Our Band

A little simplicity in these difficult times. Music Composed/Produced by Guitarbeard © 2021

Buy https://guitarbeard.bandcamp.com/track/i-can-feel-you

I Can Feel You

From the B. R. Archives (Lo-Fi 4trk)

NOT READY FOR HOME

Hold your head up, girl, it's over.
Didn't want to have you, feel this way.
I know you're hurting, I'm leaving.
Can't you see it's wrong, for me to stay.

Just like a shooting star, it's over.
The dreams we shared, are gone today.
I know you're hurting, I'm leaving.
Can't you see it's wrong, for me to stay, to stay.

Don't expect me to play, your Mister, Daddy come home.
The world's seen enough of fostered, children alone.
I'm just a running boy, who has to, seek the unknown.
And my mind, it's still young and growing, not ready for home.

Just like a shooting star, it's over.
Didn't want to have you, feel this way.
I know you're hurting, I'm leaving.
Can't you see it's wrong, for me to stay, to stay.

I couldn't bear to see my children, start in the end.
And the only real problem showing, it's still in our heads.
So don't expect me, to play your mister ahhhhh, daddy come home.
The world's seen enough, of fostered, children alone.

I'm just a running boy, who has to, seek the unknown.
And my mind, it's still young and growing, not ready for home.

No, No
Not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready for home. 
No, No
Not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready for home. 
No, No
Not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready for home. 
No, No
No, No
No, No
No, No
No, No
No, No

Not Ready For Home

Not Ready For Home (Lo-Fi 4trk)

So we are stuck in our own ways
I try to spice things up but your eyes have long since glazed

CHORUS
Perhaps in a sad song
Is where we truly belong
Stuck in a sad space
Like half of our fellow race
A tale with a sad sting
You never felt anything
Are we just plain sad or just a phase?
[We are stuck in our own ways
We sunk without a trace
We are stuck in our own ways]

How we struggled through hard times
Searching for some true love but true love is hard to find

CHORUS

So we are stuck in our own ways
But I will break free from this glue one of these days

Stuck In Our Own Ways

DeeP. and the Couch King EP collectable stickers and zine available on Bandcamp here: https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/deep-and-the-couch-king

This is the 3rd original song that DeeP. and I worked on together. I really appreciate his experimental yet accessible dark and soulful production work. I like how his music allows me to touch on topics that I normally wouldn’t write about if I were leading the music production. I have been reflecting on how it is important to stretch and grow and try new things. DeeP.’s music really helps me to achieve this goal and his mixing and mastering really brings out the best in me. 

I wanted this song to fit in thematically with the other 2 songs we worked on but I felt the music wanted me to expand the range of subject matter. Therefore, I went gothic and took my cues from gothic literature, such as The Castle of Otranto and Frankenstein, and tried to channel those literary elements into a pop song. For the subject matter I was also reflecting on how psychic connections and empathy can be draining unless one develops and maintains skills to remain grounded and whole. 

It is so fun to make music with musicians one admires. SoundCloud is the best place to be a fan. Both Phil McWalter and Nathalie B20 are SoundCloud legends and incredibly talented and prolific musicians who I have listened to for years now. I feel super honored to have finally gotten the chance to make music with these giants. I hope they had fun as well!!!

DeeP.: Music, Mix, and Mastering https://soundcloud.com/detlef-piepke
 Phil McWalter: Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/phil-mcwalter
Nathalie B20: Lyrics and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/nathalie-b20
Couch King: Lyrics and Vocals
musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

I’m loosing my self 
You’re sucking me out
I was having my doubts
But you casted them out 
Now I’m devout without will to walkout 
Somehow you got me

Every time I think a you 
I get linked up with you 
And then I’m tangled up in your mind 
Can’t go a week with you 
Before I think were through 
Because I’m going straight out of my mind
Try not to let it
Don’t let it
Get to me
Your consuming all my energy 
Don’t call me gothic
Though I believe I got bit
You sucked all the life outta me

How naive was I to begin with
Thin skinned and an optimist 
Going all in a romanticist
Fool hearted on destiny’s myth 
Still in the grips of youthful bliss
You knew I could be possessed by just one kiss
Cupid’s potion’s in spit
Oh how I wished I could take just one more sip
One more hit 
All the more craved by the way you withheld it
Blood from bit lips 
Lust in wet drips 
Pulsating of molded hips 
Through the veil of lunar eclipse 
There’s a pirate on one of those passing ships

Entangled in your clutches of guilt 
Such is the life anguish built 
Enchanted to hear the lilt of your final
Siren song once again 
There’s a little death in your bite of venom
Pandora’s box in your denim  
The sting of lies that become truths if you let ‘em
Any wrongdoings you sleuth 
I can never forget ‘em
Bound to my faults 
Wounds ’n deep salts
Trapped in this waltz
Every step out of time 
You’re makin’ sure I regret ‘em 
Through the veil of lunar eclipse 
You cast your net and I got caught in ’em

DeeP. and the Couch King

Bandcamp

DeeP., Phil McWalter, Nathalie B20 & the Couch King - Tangled In Your Mind

LOVE IS A ONE NIGHT STAND

Stephanie Barbutova:  Vocals
Sean Nerney:  Piano, Synths, Strings
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill Studios, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Vocals

A thousand thanks to Sean Nerney for his brilliant adds! This song is based on the book The Perfume by Patrick Süskind and the film by Tom Tykwer. I worked on this song for three months and it drove both Ben and Stephanie to the edge of madness. But it was worth all the effort. Thanks for the attention!

Time And Eternity

Grenouille  ft. SEAN NERNEY

THE SONG WITH NO NAME
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Coptright AB Music 2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9wTEzWb6-E

WHEN WILL THE DAYLIGHT COME
THERE'S NO MORE SKY LIVING INSIDE
WHEN WILL THE LIGHT COME ON
WHEN YOU GET HOME   A FLASH OF LIGHT

BUT LIFE WILL PASS US BYE
AND NEVER SAY GOODNIGHT
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

WHICH WAY DOES THE RIVER FLOW
IT'S LOOKING REAL DRY EXCEPT WHEN I CRY
THE MOON AND THE SUN WILL RISE
AND EVERYDAY   THEY CALL YOUR NAME

A LIFE OF RIGHT AND WRONG
A NEVER ENDING SONG
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE
(Break)
THE TICKING OF TIME GOES BYE
THE MEMORY LANE IS FADING AWAY
THE WAVES ARE ALL CRASHING DOWN
AND EVERYDAY HAS NO NAME

SO LIFE WILL PASS YOU BYE
THE PUNISHMENT FITS THE CRIME
NO KEY TO THE OTHERSIDE

THE SONG WITH NO NAME

THE SONG WITH NO NAME (see info for video link)

Between The Years

Neurotic Beauties - Between The Years

From the B.R. archives (Lo-Fi 4trk)

YOU’RE TOO HIGH

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you, sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones.
Waste has been found, compassion grows old.
While you just sit back and let your eyes roll.

There’s always been a question, on my mind,
Of answers of wisdom, that show me no vision.
There’s always been three words, just too high.
And now I see reasons, for my disposition.

Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
Wouldn’t you say we were too high?
Too High.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem locked away.
You’re too high. You seem far away.
You’re too high. You seem so locked away.

You’re too high my friends, have I stayed long?
Please do try my friends, do weather along.
I’ve seen all of you sitting in stone.
Chewing on words, confused by their tones,
tones, tones, stones, stones, stone, stone, stone, stone

(c) 1978 Eric L. Richardson / EMU

You're Too High (Lo-Fi)

Prolific musician, author, photographer and oddity.  With influences ranging from the lofi pop of Guided by Voices, the gothic melodrama of Nick Cave, the glam of Bowie and the nakedness of Iggy Pop - this is Marc Freak.  Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe.  An experiment in DIY and lofi.  The odd bum note here, the even odder bum note there.  But with art do we care?