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Recorded in 2023
Released in November 2023

Home-Wreck

Dirge

Charさんの初期の頃の作品をカバーしてみました。
曲も歌詞も演奏も良くて、ライブで凄く感動して大好きになりました。
なのでCDの原曲より最近のライブに近い感じのアレンにしています。

EGはFGNのOdysseyを改造したもの（ローズ指板）。ゲージはDRのMT-10。
アンプはMESA Mark V。マイクはSM57とI5。プリはWA73とAPI312。
ACGはK-Yairi RF-90。ゲージはMartinで、マイクはBlue Blueberryで、プリはWA73。
ベースはMusicMan StingRay　アンプはMarkBassでマイク録りとラインをパラで録ってMixしています。
ピアノはKorgのKromeEXです。
ドラムは音源をリマイクしたもの。

やや意訳なんですけど訳詞を付けておきます。

夜空を見上げると、いつも思うんだ
あの星の向こうには何があるのかと
あの時の感覚は、今と変わらない
君の瞳を見つめるこの瞬間と

君が僕を見つめるとき
愛と光と君が僕のために創った世界が見える
君の心の奥で
I'm Wondering Again 
（僕はまた感じる。あの星を見つめつ時の感覚を）

僕はよく海辺を歩く
潮にさらわれるように
その音楽は、あの瞬間を思い出させる
初めて君の魂に触れた時を

開かれた空へ！
海に　風に　叫び　願う
僕らが分かち合う愛が夜明けと共に帰ってきますように
I'm Wondering Again 
（僕はまた思いを巡らすんだ）

未来は自分に何をもたらすのか？
その謎に僕は惹かれてる
それは自然なこと
知りたい　君はどこにいる？
僕の心の奥深くにも君がいる
I'm Wondering Again 
（心は不思議な喜びと驚きに再考を繰り返す）

Wondering Again

Live Recording Video:
https://youtu.be/XYHA5ni5SqY

Acid Inhalation

Time shift

Happy new year!
It's New Year's Gift for you!
Enjoy!!


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From 2005 to 2022, over 100,000 child soldiers have been recruited worldwide, as estimated by UNICEF. 
A number that reveals the size of a serious and urgent problem, especially in some countries in Asia and Africa. War, in fact, is a source of enormous suffering for children, both physical and psychological, I believe that this song of mine can represent a small contribution to not forgetting this.

Male voice by Giordano L.  Female voice by Giannini T.
Lyrics Piccolo Soldato (Little Soldier) :

Little soldier loving glances for you
You play without a Muse and they teach you to fight
sooner or later you will get lost
Little soldier games bigger than you.

Senseless shadows open in you commanded by the great ones introduced like heroes
chains of hate never ended down here.

Little soldier, anger grows in you
Little soldier virtuality disappeared so soon.
broken childhoods and stolen life for what reason is unknown
Little heart detested by strong cowardice

Senseless shadows open in you commanded by the great ones introduced like heroes
chains of hate never ended down here.

Fires of death mistaken for games with implanted seeds
for walls of death infinite matryoshkas of stolen lives
for claims of a good never revealed.

blood claimed blood stolen
with infamous games of false justice

toys and death of a long ending
you are not meant to be

toys and death of a long ending
it's just madness

Take back your reality how many dreams can you still have 
Take back your happiness how many lives can you save 
Soldier games without death for you.

Il Corriere Smarrito

Piccolo Soldato

One of the more enriching aspects of a collab' project like this, is the exchange of ideas, drivers and perceptions about the topic at hand;  please note that those which follow are mine alone.

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
Find David's beautiful guitar work here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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And so it rains… here, in the pile of moral and cultural rubble roughly where a place called England used to be.  Rain that is not acid, but acrid, coming, as it does, from the persistent shower of vile spittle emanating from the crooked mouths of the horde of liars, cheats, frauds and fornicators at Westminster.  Their policies as illegitimate as their credentials (and certain other aspects of their lives), these creatures shuffle about at the feet of their gay muslim billionaire benefactor / puppetmaster, shamelessly lapping up his tossed treats and trinkets in return for unfettered access to the heart of an executive whose mission is as fraudulent as its mandate: the eradication of the indigenous population, its culture and its history.  Their tools of the trade familiar to any rapacious despot of a failed state: fabricated manifestos; indoctrination to brainwash; history rewritten; injunctions to stem free speech; cancelled elections;  suppression of mainstream media through litigative threat;  transformation of the national broadcaster to the faithful puppy propaganda mouthpiece of the party machine; and hands-on directive control of judiciary and police functions to impose a vindictive and vicious two tier justice system within which peaceful protestors are handed brutal custodial sentences leading to a (no doubt welcome) uptick in prison suicides, as others, of a different ethnic background, violently assault a female police officer or stand on podiums with megaphones, exhorting the crowds before them to slash throats, and then walk free with police protection whilst the precious human rights of convicted terrorists are nurtured even as the mouths of their victims’ loved ones are sealed with gagging orders.  Oh, and should you wish, in this crumbling Year Zero aspirational autocracy, to publicly reject the learned principles underpinning any particular religious faith, then the aforementioned politically directed police will happily offer you a light for any holy text you wish to burn in order to make your point.  With one exception.  And it isn’t the bible....

And so it rains….
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Photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Recording sessions from 19/05/2024 - 24/09/2024.

***  Nothing to do with a very famous brand!
AUDI in Latin means "listening" and the R "recording"

presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork : Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements : Ableton-AKG-Arturia-Audacity-Cantabile-Focusrite
   Korg-M-Audio-MSI-Sony-SoundCloud-Teac-Techniks-Yamaha.
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AUDI-R_112

Cast of characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Gibson Les Paul electric guitar, mix, production, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, claps, shakers, vocals, and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Gibson Custom Shop Les Paul electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums, percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision four string bass
This song started as a guitar composition Tez came up with while on holiday recently. He wrote it with Eclectic Collective in mind, inspired by ZZ Top, and shared it with the rest of us as soon as he was able to return home and record it. 
  Stephen was first to the trough with this one, adding his thrilling guitar fills and solo. Being from Texas, too, he's no stranger to Biily Gibbons. Mark came next with some synth, and later added some claps and shaker. Ken put his rocking drums in after Mark, laying the groundwork for the groove. Josh completed the rhythm section with his bass soon after, though. Mark decided early on that he was going to add some vocals to this, and Stephen had to adjust his part to suit them. We're all really happy with not only Mark's lyrics, but especially his vocal performance, as well. Eclectic Collective now has a go to member of the band who know's what he's doing with his voice. 
  Once it was in the can, Tez decided to mix it, as it was his song to begin with. He did his always expert job with the task, too. 
  This is an example of Eclectic Collective getting down and dirty for a rocker that has the flavor of all of us firing on all cylinders. Special attention to both Tez and Mark for their inspiring generosity and hard work in conceptualizing this one, too. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by mistermark:

I got the top down, driving around
Burnin’ down the road, no prisoners
Everybody knows that I’m on the run  
I’m gettin’ outta here do or die 
Black Jack paddy whack listen to me 
ain’t giving no dog no bone
What’s mine is mine and what’s thine is thine
But if you want me just pick up the phone 
If you need my number I’m # 1
Mama raised me alone ‘cause I’m a son of a gun
Now I’m paying my dues but I’m almost done
So if you want a piece of me
Come and get me
Come and get me
Well, hey baby baby now what you say
You hitch a ride with me I’ll take you all the way 
she said hey there baby just step on the gas 
I got places to go I wanna get there fast
Well somewhere at around mile 103
I heard a rattling sound I had to check and see
We stopped right there on the side of the road 
Then what happened next it made my mind explode
The girl started laughing as she locked the door 
She put the pedal to the metal couldn’t push it no more 
Way off in the distance half a mile away 
My baby called out to me as I heard her say…
Come and get me
Come and get me
My feet got draggin’ in the desert sand
But as she waved goodbye something fell from her hand
I picked up the paper it was plain to see 
My baby wrote down her number and she left it for me
I been ‘buked & scorned I been thrown some shade 
I wanted revenge cause I gotsta get paid
I called her up but I just got the machine 
And wattaya think that the message said…

Come and get me

Come And Get Me-Eclectic Collective

GRINDHAUS ZOETROPE

I continue my musical experiments mixing styles. With this track , I tried to capture the spirit of post-punk rock but with an electro funk touch.  For the text, I let myself be carried away by my irritation against the warrior spirit that is imposed almost everywhere in the world. The lyrics are explicit

Je continue mes expérimentations musicales en mélangeant les styles. Avec ce morceau j'ai tenté de capter l'esprit post-punk Rock mais avec un touche electro funk.Pour le texte, je me suis laissée porter par mon énervement contre l'esprit guerrier qui s'imposent un peu partout dans le monde. Les paroles sont explicites


Punks Against War

All these stupid guys, thinking with their balls
Listen to  politicians and believe their  lies
Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way  
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way  
 
There is no clean war, too many people die
No land, no country  worth the blood / of the child  who play there
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want take this way
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 

I am right in my fight/ shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,  
I protect my country and the world  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My people are the chosen of gods  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My enemies are terrorist dogs    shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,

There Are only two sides, Its not the good against the bad
 But Only those who die and those who get rich.  
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way
 Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 


The vile flow of news channels makes me sick, makes me vomit
 Fed up with all these people who kill the future  they   makes me sick makes me vomit




En français:

Tous ces types stupides, qui pensent avec leurs couilles
Écoutent les politiciens et croient leurs mensonges
Hé, espèce de connard  Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard  Je vais mon propre chemin


Il n'y a pas de guerre propre, trop de gens meurent
Aucune terre, aucun pays ne vaut le sang Des enfants qui y jouent
Hé, espèce de connard Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard Je vais mon propre chemin

J'ai raison dans mon combat / ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Je protège mon pays et le monde ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mon peuple est l'élu des dieux, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mes ennemis sont des chiens terroristes, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute

Il n'y a que deux camps, Ce n'est pas le Bien contre le mal
Mais seulement ceux qui meurent et ceux qui s'enrichissent.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré  Je vais mon propre chemin.

Le flux ignoble des chaînes d'information me rend malade, me fait vomir.
J'en ai marre de tous ces gens qui tuent l'avenir. Ils me rendent malade, me font vomir.

Punk Against War

Punks Against War (version 1)

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
/
— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — demo version drop

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
.........
may we, the humbled .....
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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
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Groovy Bassline + Addictive Synth + Weird Vocals

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