Love your style bro, minimal yet just enough!!

really enjoy this man.....letiing it play out

Intro is fresh, love this kick right here

Drumbit was produced by Neil Cake. It's built on a sample from an orchestra that swapped their instruments around and then played the theme from 2001.

Drumbit

Political satire about... well, you'll find out soon ;-)

Here is the YOUTUBE video
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp_hOP5B5dI

LYRICS

Hey there people, I’m back in town
And I’m still truly brilliant and deserve this crown
I took over from grandpa, which makes me real proud
I’m always saluted by the ever-largest crowd

It’s so sad that you all had to wait
We wasted four years. Is this a shit-hole state?
I’ll take care of the losers and make them all straight
It’s not an empty promise, all will be great

I’m gifted and will make an end to each war
I just deport the people, so they can fight no more
And my plans never have a glitch. Really?
I’ll develop that shore and will be rich

Accused of treason and a stupid attack
I wasn’t inside. So, what the heck?
But they shouldn’t have done that, I’ll get them all back 
The judges were smarter and enjoyed my cognac.

Thanks to the Lord who saved me
And the devoted folks who voted for me
They follow me blindly, no matter the scandal
But don’t let them know that I don’t read the Bible

With force I’ll expand this beautiful land
No matter the color, I take blue and green land
It’s the owner that I will switch
A cross with my sharpie and I’ll be rich

Criminal intruders are eating our pets
They secretly job without paying tax
They’re doing my dishes and may mow my lawn 
But I don’t like their faces, so I’ll send them home

Women always get what they need
I grab them by their pussy and may kiss their feet
I used to be horny, but that’s years ago 
And don’t mention Stormy, she took all my dough

And then, I had this amazing plan
I decided to hire rocket man
And I will send him out to space
When he’s done cleaning up that governmental workplace
 
Remember how my first term was paradise
Of course, I volunteered for the Nobel price
And I will never go to jail
Instead I’ll stay, forever, on the Hill

And no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest head of state
no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest, for the greatest, for the greatest head of state

Frankly, I’m not surprised at all.

Back In Town

Talk about Love

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

T-Black Cabs

"Baalbek"

Metallic mix of 'Organic' (2nd page) https://soundcloud.com/user-146692255/organic?si=9d2d4a113ff6440b89c70f67bde8470b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

image: 'Angel of the North' statue by Antony Gormley in Gateshead, England. (c/o Pinterest)

INORGANIC

I Am

I heard this one on Carl's profile a few weeks ago now and loved the message and how he was able to express it in song like only he can.  Carl graciously invited me to jump in if I wanted, so I put in some lead guitar trying to match the intensity of his original work.  Turned out great.  Carl is a fantastic artist in so many ways and I was happy to be able to work with him on this.

composition, drums, bass, synth,  rhythm gtr, lyrics, vocals - The Beautiful Dark
@thebeautifuldark

lead guitar, mix - TexMex Shaman

original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Yeah... Meet a musical bear 🐻

Sounds vain,
Bigging up my own brain.
Blame the world,
This status quo
The fake and fucked up reality show
I can't watch artificial grow
Without musical smells to make it go
Life is art and art is life
Fake the steak for a weak minded right
Go live your FUD
Go live in pain
I'll sing real truth!
Soul gain!
From indie to metal to rock to rhythm and blues and jazz...
Human algorithm

Yeah.. I'm liking this musical bear 🐻 😆

Make a style
Be a new way
Create a world that says new day
Create a world that honours history
Where artists spirits expand our mystery
These spirits are sad with your fovia fake
Art 'aint random when a human make!
So regurgitate your souless take
It all sounds the same this AI bake
So grab an instrument and express real heart beat
(Guitars / Samplers / Keyboards / Saxophones... all music that is expressed whether that's banging rocks or playing a harp)

FUCK AI MUSIC
Ask your soul to prove it
Chuck the lazy loser... you!
You lost!
Now hear those waves where life is not a cost...

Waaah

Actual Intelligence - w/ The Beautiful Dark

For a longtime music colleague. For you, dear Nina. 🤗

Emotion Music Dedicated

Contains samples from the Edwin Starr recording "Twenty Five Miles"

"Club You To Deaf Part I" Recorded in 2012

Walking

Beats sentenced to life on my hard drive. 

Visit www.mattnajor.com for more music.

Contact via email: mattnajor@gmail.com

Walking

Matt Najor

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