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We all don't know. And we spend a lot of time thinking about it.
It's important to appreciate the life we have and make the most of it. It's important how we use our time to make sure we live the life we want.

I thank my fellow musicians, especially Marquis, who always takes a look at my quirky projects. This time he even wrote a foreword - I'm grateful for that, after we set the theme.
Furthermore I thank Fabi for his wonderful guitars and Malu for a cool singing session.

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"My wife and I had just finished creating our “Death Docs” when bitzone reached out and asked if I wanted to work on a new song with him. “Death Docs” are what my wife was calling all the paperwork related to our will and estate planning. When I asked Bitzone what he wanted my lyrics to be about he replied “perhaps about regulating one's own affairs for an uncertain future …” I though this was good timing since this was already on my mind. As I began writing lyrics, I started to ponder what some of my generation (and older) on our death bed would say to the younger generation that will have to live with our mistakes on this planet. Maybe there is still time to fix things. As they say, always leave the campground cleaner than you found it." - Marquis Zane aka Couch King, 2022 Dec.

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Vocals & Lyrics:
Marquis Zane @couch-king-presents
bitzone @bitzone

Vocals
Malu www.instagram.com/lunartickband/

Guitars
Fabi @theblacksuedeshoes

the other stuff
bitzone @bitzone

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What if there is nothing at the end of the road?

I leave to you my denied intuition
Kinda saw it coming all along
I leave to you my dark bleak vision
You’re right, guess we had it all wrong
I leave to you my dead optimism
To start it wasn’t really that strong
I leave to you my tired tried mission
And leave it up to you take it on

What if there is nothing at the end of the road?
It counts one by one, all of us!

To you, soon deceased
Despite failed attempts to say the least
To right this impending hell that’s soon to be unleashed
Famine from my feast
With lips and fingers fully greased and grasp that stubbornly refuses to release
I desist and I cease
I lovingly bequeath

What if there is nothing at the end of the road?
It counts one by one, all of us!

Guess I should have told you
A little bit sooner
Maybe thought what I could do
To make things smoother
Planned a little better for my
Inevitable departure
Thought about your future
Instead of just being a consumer
Instead of an over producer
Call me a user
Hope you can be just a little bit truer

End of the road

End of the road #Couch King|Fabi|Malu

https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree/fire-sun-comes-dd-john-the-weighty-tree-1
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Super stoked to be part of a collab with these two greats https://soundcloud.com/lola-lofi @lolademo  & @headcharge777 Big thanks to Erika & Demetri for joining me on this one! Respect, Mark

The Colour of Our Love is Black and Blue

It must be easy to be you
You don't get hurt
Nothing gets through
You pull my hair and don't let go
I punch you hard but it doesn't show

It's over and you know it's true
The colour of our love is black and blue

And it's all my fault that I let you stop me from breathing
It's not up to you to let me go
Cause I'm already leaving

I never thought I could hate you
Hate who you are
Hate what you do
I could explode and kill you
Or you could kill me before I do

It's over and you know it's true
The colour of our love is black and blue

Lyrics & Vocals - Erika Bach
Bass & Guitar - Demetri Vlass
Guitar - Mark Todd

https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree/sets/the-headcharge777-sessions

The Colour of Our Love is Black and Blue - lolademo, headcharge777 & The Weighty Tree

sonic and rhythmic exploration of my noisy electric guitar solo.
visual: extract of one of my recent abstract painting in colors.

DANS L'OMBRE DE MA GUITARE  PATRICK PICAULT

This remix it will tell you, why i am like this, and why i'm doing the things that i do.
Beat Made By @user-322547603

It Wasn't Easy (Remix) (Prod. By Hear Me Beats)

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut! 

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:
The Weighty Tree: Guitars
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree
https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro
Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.     

Verse
Word 
Yo
As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust 
And the scent of musk in the air
I couldn’t help but take notice there
Was a sweet smell of autumn 
Carried in the gust 
Of wind  
It is a beautiful time of the year
When the does come into estrus 
And there is only one thing on my mind
I must get some of that behind 
I find
Times like these to be harbingers 
That linger
I could count times like these on my fingers
If I didn’t have hooves 
And wasn’t crashing to the ground 
With the sound of defeated dreams 
Of games of hard to get
And multiple days of getting wet 
I let the overwhelming excitement of rut
Get the best of me 
And now am crest fallen to see
The Doe that I thought was mine
Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines
Uh

The Shrike Pt. 1

The Weighty Tree, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 1

https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues: flute x10; clarinet x6; tenor sax x3; soprano sax x2; alto sax; bamboo flutes x2; oboe; synth; beats (Inspiring original track https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/cryptoblues).
RUIZZOIDMAN: lyrics, vocals, guitar.

VENTOSO BLUES A LA PRADERA  /  WINDY BLUES FOR THE PRAIRIE

Pradera, salgo de viaje,  /  Prairie, I go on a trip,
te dejo aquí prisionera.  /  I leave you prisoner here.
Salgo sin prisa, pradera,  /  I leave without hurry, prairie,
seca de hierba salvaje.  /  dry from wild grass.
Dejo este bello paraje,  /  I leave this beautiful place,
este río y su ribera,  /  this river and its bank,
atrapados en la espera  /  trapped in the wait
de recibir su folaje,  /  to receive its foliage,
su frescura y su coraje  /  its freshness and its courage
verde de la primavera.  /  green of the springtime.

Este tren que con seguro  /  This train that with confident
traqueteo de ti me lleva;  /  rattling takes me away from you;
surge el humo de su cueva  /  the smoke arises from his cave
ensuciando tu aire puro.  /  polluting your pure air.
Ya la vía, acero oscuro,  /  So the railway, dark steel,
ya la vía es la prueba,  /  so the railway is the proof,
ya la vía, nieve o llueva,  /  so the railway, may it snow or rain,
debil tú, el acero duro,  /  weak you, the steel hard,
tú la brisa, él el muro,  /  you the breeze, it the wall,
tú la suave, mi pradera.  /  you the soft, my prairie.

De tus flores, la frescura,  /  From your flowers, the freshness,
quieren apagar el fuego  /  they want to extinguish the fire
de la marcha, y así luego  /  of the pace, and so then
mantener fragancia pura,  /  maintain pure fragrance,
mas es tal tu desventura,  /  but your misfortune is such,
tal fuerza del enclavado  /  such strength of the interlocked
metal, que te ha fallado  /  metal, that has failed you
tuya la verde dulzura  /  yours the green sweetness
bajo la realidad dura  /  under the harsh reality
de los rieles plateados.  /  of the silvery rails.


Pic from https://www.thoughtco.com

Ventoso Blues A La Pradera (with The Windscale Blues Experiment)

Recorded by Young Coconut and Willy W. Wolfowitz, mixed, additional arrangement, and extra synths by Navid Hamidi...guitar solo and extra riffs by Roary Thunderbird :0

Lyrics: 

i woke up screamin’ from a dark dream, something got me
them deers were up on two legs, one ran over and fucked me
pure revenge and human flesh was all they said they need
there i was a human McRib fixed up for the feed

i used to think of deers as nothing i should fear
just morons, not a threat to our northern hemisphere oh yeah

yet now the day has come they take revenge, they slice off every head (oh deer!)
you offer up your infant son, they’ll take him slap him twixt two slabs of bread (oh deer!)
oh dear,,,they're here
be a good little girl bring daddy his last cold beer 

their tactics are so practiced  they work on any axis  
their kicks are power packed, it’s a fool who’d not feel fear 
hellbent on our destruction  like nazis distant cousins
they sure evolved right quick now apocalypse is near

assume that they’re the ones who’ll take us down with a deertastic ground and pound you got fucked in the pussy mound
abused for years and years those deers shed tears and now its time to face our greatest fears by those stone cold deers GOOD GOD!

many fuckin deers triggering your fears
murdering your peers, kill you
deers for fuckin miles, killing pedophiles
fucking Harry Styles, fuck you
deers upon two legs, forcing you to beg
how you like your eggs? end you

Hey, you mystical mayhem architects with antlers! Plunger spears and traffic cone armor? Seriously? How about a wild deal? You hang onto your eerie forest, and we cling desperately to our limbs. It's a quirky compromise, you feel?
I'm groveling here. Pretty, pretty please, spare us! We promise not to crash your fantastical woodland soirées; just let us stroll into another sunrise. As a bonus, we'll toss in a peace offering stuffed with candies. Mutant deer diplomacy, anyone?
Let's dodge the total chaos, strike a deal, and exist like the post-apocalyptic neighbors who accidentally became BFFs. It's a laugh-out-loud win-win – you enjoy your mutant wonderland, we skip the limb-chewing drama. Deal or no deal, party animals?

Oh Deer!

an unexpected leap to Sapporo, at 140 bpm

more images here:
 https://www.instagram.com/p/CpU80y7r-gG/?img_index=3

and a video here:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C3Altd5NlzN/
https://www.tiktok.com/@rollocarpenter/video/7332497680737799457
https://youtu.be/2sEpdzhEB4o

Sapporo

I reached out to my good friend Jean LeJeune to throw down some extra keys and percussion in the mix and man he did not disappoint!, so grab a stack of napkins plus some towelettes kids cuz this that extra Greazy shit!

Greazy-(Collaboration with Jean LeJeune)

Vocals + lyrics: She's Excited! (https://soundcloud.com/she-s-excited)
Keys, bass + initial backing track: Greg (https://soundcloud.com/g-c-ess)
Aleatoric method, guitar, beat + production: Wou-Wou & The Wormling

Chords, tempo, time signature and lyric themes were all picked out at random using dice, coin flips and pulling prompts from a hat.

Artwork by Wou-Wou & The Wormling (https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling)

0304: Plastic or Steel (feat. She's Excited! & Greg)

PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, lyre, vocals
Ron Thomas: Autoharps, Drums

Production notes:
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Very early on we wanted to use autoharps on this song to create a sort of swirling backdrop, reminiscent of the harps in Indian/Bollywood soundtrack songs of the seventies.

Right away there were challenges because the song is in B flat and is not wholly diatonic to begin with, utilizing a chord built on the augmented lydian scale in the choruses. So rather than transpose the song to a more amenable key (since the chromatic bits weren't going to work no matter what key we used) we instead re-tuned the autoharp. Moving through the strings one by one we tuned them either up or down a half step where applicable to bring them into key. Where the augmented chord hit in the choruses, we excluded those notes so that the autoharp was filling the diatonic parts of the chords and omitting the accidentals. It took us several tries to get it right. In the end we arrived at a chord progression that could be strummed on the autoharp and the modified chords could be played with existing dampers.

We also tuned the lyre so that the top half of the strings included the chromatic augmented notes while the lower register of the lyre was tuned using the diatonic, so the lyre could play the melody all the way through both parts of the song.

The inspiration for this song was essentially fourfold:
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First, H.P. Lovecraft's terrifying necromancer Joseph Curwen (from "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward") who masked his true identity in order to thwart suspicion from his fellow townsfolk. He has many secrets lurking in his underground catacombs where he performs acts of necromancy most foul, extracting the "salts" of the dead in order to raise them at will and learn the secrets of ancient eldritch deities.

Second, a poem by Rudyard Kipling titled "En-Dor" which was a warning against the rise of spiritualism and the cost of communion with the dead in the early 20th century.

Third, the biblical Saul who traveled in disguise to visit a witch at the city of Endor in order to summon Samuel from the dead and garner advice on defeating the Philistines, but who only prophesies doom for Saul. Saul dies later the next day in the battle of Gilboa.

Lastly, the story of Odysseus communing with the underworld where he enlists the help of Tiresias to have a chat with the dead and secure for himself a safe journey home.

They all seek communion with the dead for one purpose: to gain knowledge which only those who have crossed over between realms might possess. 

Lyrics:
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A mask may reveal what it’s meant to conceal
From those who are standing beside us
Armor of pride, so we learn to abide
By the monsters which hide deep inside us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us
Oh, how they scratch and they bite us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us

Only to know what the professor knows

Eating black bread, wearing clothes of the dead
The soil soaked in honey around us
For fear if we failed, leave the ogre unveiled
And it’s back in the grave where they found us
Back in the grave where they found us
Freed from the ties which had bound us
Back in the grave where they found us

Only to know what the professor knows

In the catacomb vaults, we extracted the salts
From cadavers to lengthen our youth
Chanting the names at the edge of the flames
And a mirror to show us the truth
A mirror which speaks only truth
See how it seeks not to soothe
A mirror which speaks only truth

Only to know what the professor knows

In the underworld maze, in the night of no days
Concocting the plan we’re devising
Much to endure on the road to En-Dor
And to snatch from Elohim arising
To snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Professor

Continuing to allow people to disappoint you is not a reflection of how big ur heart is, it's a reflection of how weak your boundaries are, gotta step back and stop letting people play with your trust. Listen to that little voice inside & stop allowing the wrong people in your life. Don’t worry about snakes 🐍 in the garden🪴🪴🪴when there’s spiders in your bed 🕷️🛌 🕷️I trust me.🪬⚔️🧿

Beat Prod. By Melly Jade
https://on.soundcloud.com/1mbYcA3wqHj6mFPS9
Check out Stina’s Page!
https://on.soundcloud.com/hMpJPLN39wGFZnpC8
Thnx for the love & support🥷🏻🫶🏻

I TRUST ME (ft. Stina Crow)

BonusFreeLoad
https://hearthis.at/trancylvania/montblancmisunderstood-2024/

TKX :)

Ibiza1999

Ibiza 2024 remix

one who could fly.

guitar, uke and vocals by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman, pretzels malone)

there was one bear (on speed)

True Love

From time to time I am ending up with doing a total new mix on songs I have posted before.
This is one of those, its just a part of the continuing process in the making of music. Always something new to learn.
Thank you very much Oddvar for your great contribution on guitar

Oddvar Solheim: Guitar
Torbjørn Vagle: Vocal, instruments and the photo (my"blue"aquarium)

As The Years Goes Passing By (Vagle & Solheim)

David Z. a.k.a. @BlackMarketBrains and I previously collaborated on one other track that I have posted to my page (After the Bomb), and a handful of tracks that he has posted to his page (3 different remixes of a work in progress from me called Metallic, and a response to my open collab, Social Fabric)...

I'm happy to share this new one that I developed based on an open collab of his called Doc Avalanche Goes BeatBeatBeat! https://soundcloud.com/blackmarketbrains/doc-avalanche-goes-beatbeatbeat-open-collab

I love the original title but chose to simplify it a little bit. 

Hopefully more to come from the two of us!

Avalanche of Beats - w/ Black Market Brains

Texte Français et Google Translate

ON S'AIME A DEUX

Je t'ai attendue quelques années,
Et puis un jour t'es arrivée
Pour moi une romance
Une belle page de chance.
Soudain tu m'as pris dans tes bras
Et je me sentais très bien là
Je ne serai plus jamais seul
Beaucoup de gens le veulent.
On sait se tenir par la main
Ensemble se faire un chemin
Très loin au bout du monde
Sur cette terre ronde.

Et puis on vit dans le bonheur
Sans maux de cœur
C'est bien d'être heureux
On s'aime à deux.

Regardons tous ces envieux
Qui nous jalousent dans nos beaux jeux
S'aimer c'est peu de dire
Nos vies sont des sourires.
Vivons ainsi jusqu'à toujours
C'est beau d'avoir l'amour
Malgré nos différences
S'éteignent les silences.

Et puis on vit dans le bonheur
Sans maux de cœur
C'est bien d'être heureux
On s'aime à deux.

Les larmes de joie sous nos yeux
Tous les plaisirs qui se font à deux
Que je t'aime mon cœur.
Ma vie est une merveille.
Pour moi tu es la plus belle
Que l'on s'aime mon cœur.
Quand je te regarde magnifique
Mon dieu que le temps passe vite.
Mais tout çà est ainsi
Dans l'âge on se suit bien ensemble
Plus on vieillit on se ressemble
On s'aime à deux.

Et puis on vit dans le bonheur
Sans maux de cœur
C'est bien d'être heureux
On s'aime à deux.
On s'aime à deux.


WE LOVE EACH OTHER

I waited for you for a few years,
And then one day you arrived
For me a romance
A great page of luck.
Suddenly you took me in your arms
And I felt very good there
I will never be alone again
Many people want it.
We know how to hold hands
Together we make a way
Far away at the end of the world
On this round earth.

And then we live in happiness
Without heartache
It's good to be happy
We love each other together.

Let's look at all these envious people
Who envy us in our beautiful games
Loving yourself is an understatement
Our lives are smiles.
Let's live like this forever
It's beautiful to have love
Despite our differences
The silences fade away.

And then we live in happiness
Without heartache
It's good to be happy
We love each other together.

Tears of joy before our eyes
All the pleasures that can be enjoyed together
That I love you my heart.
My life is a marvel.
For me you are the most beautiful
May we love each other my heart.
When I look at you beautiful
My god, time flies.
But that's all it is
In age we follow each other well
The older we get we become more alike
We love each other together.

And then we live in happiness
Without heartache
It's good to be happy
We love each other together.
We love each other together.

ON S'AIME A DEUX

A guy who really loves his car. Really, really loves his car!
Is there any illegal car sideshows shutting down your home town streets, or is that just a California thing?
From the album "Röckers" (2024)
Lyrics:
Those Yokohama's they burn 
And then they spark
At midnight
A parking lot
Abandoned office park
Oh, those kids are crazy
It's a little shady
Those fumes make me hazy
I like to show off my baby

(Oh yeah) My baby, she is a Frankenstein
Made up of modified parts
She is a modified Honda Civic
With 19-inch alloy rims
Air intake valve
Top class suspension
I like to do things differently
That's why I painted an evil clown on the hood
That's the way people know I'm misunderstood
If they think you're misunderstood, they're less likely  to mess with you
I like to show of my baby
I like to show off my girl
(Insert slow-motion shots of cars doing donuts)
My sideshow funny car

Going down the highway
We don't pay attention to the white lines
It's my total gestalt
It makes me the prophet of the asphalt
Oh, I love my girl
My sideshow funny car
Watch her go...........

Sideshow Funny Car

This is the first version of the jim manser track the human condition
[you can hear the other version on my Jim Manser soundcloud page
Notes
I recorded three different versions of this track and thought rather than remix it for this page i would put on the first version i wrote and recorded i hope you enjoy it

Psychedelic world presents [THE HUMAN CONDITION ]expanded and alternative version

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