You two are smashing these collabs out the park . Love the underline dark 80s techno feel 👍

This is really cool. It has a kind of calostraphobic feel, which resonates with the title. Great euro pop sound and it has an 80’s kind of “Personal Jesus” vibe too! Nicely done!

I can appreciate the different vibes and genres on your page...you dont define yourself...you let your vocals voyeur...I dig it...

So this poor Rhodes has been having a hard life with me... not very compatible with tramway and train, standing in a room where normally nobody is, having been used as a stand for all sort of things... and the cat has been doing crazy stuff with it, too.

Digged it out, cleaned it, fidgeted with this grrr sustain pedal for some hours, welcome back my friend!

The Liberation Of Rhodes Island

This one is something I've been playing over and over for months, never really having any definite lyrics, just all subconscious meandering, never wrote a word down, a little different to my usual process. 

lyrics 

All men are strangers to the touch
one femme fatale with the golden locks
I'm done with hesitating knockout!
debilitating
just show me that you really care

I know it's hard loving one man
but you must do all the best that you can
I'm done with hesitating knockout!
debilitating
just show me that you really care

I know that the word is out
all over town
they only pick you up
right before
when they're knocking you to the ground

cu me ce va I heard him saying
but I don't care for the game that you're playing
I'm done with hesitating knockout!
debilitating
just show me that you really care

I know that the word is out
all over town
they only pick you up
right before
when they're knocking you to the ground

I know that In life is strange
stuck on the inside of a hurricane
and there I will remain 

Thanks for listening and inspiring folks, always greatly appreciated 🙏✌️

The Word Is Out

The Illusions Of Light And Silence

Solar Noon

INTERNAL FIRE

Can You Feel It  / Mr Fingers  cover song

Lyrics:
This crawl space is a little tight,
As everything surrounds me at night.
It isn't right the way I'm packed away, not on ice.
I try to be real quiet,
but I guess I woke the giant,
I couldn't help it.
And now the sky is angry with me.
I don't see,
it's far too dark for sight.
Crawling isn't for me,
I'd much rather fly away.
I try to be on time.
I lost track of myself somewhere,
I could not help it.
And everyone seems to be gone.
Just in case you didn't hear, me.
I'll try to be ever more clear.
Can't see my face but I'm down here.
Heavily insulated crawl space,
what will I do?
Some day I will find my way.

Crawl Space

I think I’m Broken(Instrumental)

Life is rough, and your mind is busy with plans how to make it through the next day. Could you ever stop having the blues? Even as a musician? While jamming a boogie on piano, the phrase stuck in my head and I liked its ambiguity. I am overwhelmed how many people from all over the world joined the session and created an awesome rock'n'roll song. Everybody added their bit and we are very proud of the result. Thank you so much!

Nadine de Macedo (composition, arrangement, piano, solo, programming, production)
Berni Armstrong (vocals, lyrics, arrangement)
Alex Almirall (tenor saxophone, solo)
Jussi Nykänen (guitars, solo)
Andrew Russell (double bass)

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://www.youtube.com/@berniarmstrong
http://www.alexalmirall.com/
https://ajrussell.ca

==== LYRICS ====
I’ve got not time to relax
no time for fun
Time is staring at me
down the barrel of its gun

No time to tie laces,
I’ve got slip on shoes
And worst of all
I’ve got no time for blues

I got no time for blues
No time to be amused
Nor even to watch the TV news
No time to pay my dues
I'm the king of excuses
I got no time - it's such a crime
No time for blues

I got letters to send
I got bills to pay
I have less time to myself
Every single day
I work so many hours
It's a wonder I don't drop
I don't know if these demands
Are ever gonna stop

All of my friends
are in the same boat
Doesn't seem to matter
Who gets your vote
We're working for peanuts
We can't make ends meet
if things don't look up soon
We'll be out on the street

Look at that guy
In his fancy car
He has no idea
How hard things are
When you're working for a wage
But sinking deeper into debt
When I think of the future
I break out in a cold sweat

I got no time for blues
No time to be amused
Nor even to watch the TV news
No time to pay my dues
I'm the king of excuses
I got no time - it's such a crime
No time for blues

Quarterlife Blues

No Time For Blues (with Berni Armstrong)

Music: Mike Krath
Lyrics and Vocals: Xian3

Brief Background: Bunker was a granite-fist of the early nineties in Berlin's techno-underground.

Bunker

Du kannst schon mal zum Bunker gehn’ (2)
wo die Sonne sich rückwärts dreht
Du kannst schon mal zum Bunker gehn’
wo die anderen sind
Du kannst schon mal zum Bunker gehn’
wo all die anderen sind…
Du kannst schon mal…
Ich komme später nach…
Da lang, da lang, na da lang…
Du kannst schon mal zum Bunker gehn’
Wo all die anderen sind
Du kannst schon mal zum Bunker gehn’
Ich hab’ noch was zu erledigen, aber Du,
Du kannst schon mal zum Bunker gehn’,
Da lang, da lang, na da lang, Du kennst den Weg.
Du kannst schon mal zum Bunker gehn’
Bitte sei nicht traurig,
Wir werden uns da wiedersehn’


This is more than less an adequate translation by machine... :

Bunker

You can already go to the bunker (2)
where the sun turns backwards
You can already go to the bunker
where the others are
You can already go to the bunker
where all the others are...
You can already...
I'll catch up with you later...
That way, that way, that way...
You can already go to the bunker...
Where all the others are
You can already go to the bunker...
I've got things to do, but you..,
You can already go to the bunker..,
That way, that way, you know the way.
You can already go to the bunker...
Please don't be sad,
We'll meet there again

Bunker (collab with Xian3)

Ballroom Echoes by Jeamland & joerxworx

T-Granada

I'm a keyboardist with a love for layering sounds to create ambient, ethereal atmospheres and composing simple piano pieces to embellish. I love all genres of music, and find myself composing different types depending on my mood of the day.

I’ve never had formal training. As a teen, my parents wouldn’t let a piano in our house in Egypt, so I studied piece-meal at friends’ homes. When I got to college, I learned by going to university piano practice rooms. In my 40’s, I met my birth-mom who turned out to be a child prodigy, winning a Van Cliburn competition by playing Rachmaninoff at age 11. Most of what I play today, I learned from the techniques she taught me. 

I’m an American who has lived abroad for a good part of my life in Egypt, Turkey, Japan, South Korea, Saudi Arabia, Italy, Taiwan, and now back to Texas.

Bunker (collab with Xian3)

Mike Krath

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