Another post where I've isolated one instrument track from a previously uploaded song, in this case the clavinet track from the song "Most of the Time (Funk in 7/8)". I've also included the drum track, and a bit of the electric piano from the original full recording. 

Here's a link to the full version:
https://on.soundcloud.com/hXYh21OWNgQpSzW1sf

And here's a link to a playlist featuring other examples of isolated tracks or selected excerpts:
https://on.soundcloud.com/wKceOXdzY278sPm25x

most of the time (ISOLATED clavinet)

It's A Lie

remix of https://soundcloud.com/faceonfigure/to-whom-it-may-concern-free-download-have-fun-with-it
thank you face of figure!
i swallowed my nicotine candy (again) :(
i get a free map of my guts with it
all the twists and turns
don't be like me
keep you nicotine candy in your mouth
but i am fasting 24 hours again so mabes was hungry
dont feel it now though!
thanks face on figure for letting remix your cool track
made with track and NCH softwares only

when you accidentally swallow your nicotine candy and it is burning your guts

They say you should never live in the past
or plan too far into the future.
What if you can't even account for the present?
You watch yourself get up to get a drink
You watch yourself fall...
Maybe just sit a little longer in the chair.
Mr. Grank is not thirsty anymore anyway 
There is a glass of water beside him already 
What a relief!
No need to get up after all...
And what of these bruises on his hands and knees?
What little remaining ice in the glass clinks. 
The floor appears to be catching a leak...
And what have we here? 
Mr. Grank finds another marble beneath flakes of ice.
Why fear the past dictating the future when you find the future is now. and now. and now. and now  and now......

Lost In Time°

Acoustic Coke

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

I don't intend to preach to anyone. I don't usually talk about anything specific in my songs, but for once, and thanks to the positive influence of Carl, the creator of The Beautiful Dark, in this song I express an idea, a concrete feeling beyond my usual soliloquies or the usual non-committal pop lyrics. I am committed to peace. Greetings to everyone.
Lyrics:
I can't choose between the victims
wich ones deserve respect and wich ones deserve spit on their graves
I can't choose between the victims
wich ones deserve respect and wich ones deserve spit on their graves
Haters are murderers.
murderers are on both sides of every conflict
evil reaches haters hearts
and makes them its instrument
and manages to spread everywhere
i can't choose between the victims
they are everywhere and they are all innocent.
i can't choose between the victims
they are everywhere and they are all innocent
I can't hate
I really don't know how to do it
i can't hate
I really don't know how to hate
but if i knew, i would hate the murderers, i would hate the violence and terrorism. 
i would hate to hate.
I can't choose between the victims
they are poor and rich, men and women too
i can't choose between the victims
they are young and old, and they all are getting cold
i can't choose between the victims
they come in every skin color there is, even white
no religion are save from hate
christian people die for their religion
no religion are save from hate
christian people die for their religion
in the world
I can't choose between the victims
wich ones deserves respect and wich ones deserve spit on their graves
I feel sorry for the victims who fell in gaza and for those who fell in yemen, in syria and sudan an in israel and ukraine and in new york city and madrid and in orem, utah
i know that your heart is noble and that it bleeds with the pain of the victims. don't choose, please don't choose
i can't choose between the victims
i can't choose between the victims
i can't choose between the victims

I can't choose between the victims

Burn their Castles

Le nouveau morceau jungle/drumNbass prog de M'Z est en ligne 
Il s'appelle Tarzan 
et ça s'écoute partout ici : 
https://music.imusician.pro/a/_cagw1Gc
impatient d'avoir vos retours

Tarzan

eh tu❔

WRITTEN IN 2017, THIS RECORD IS THE FIFTH ALBUM THAT WAS UNRELEASED UNTIL TODAY. THIS FEELS LIKE A DIFFERENT BEAST TO THE FIRST FOUR AND MY FAVOURITE OUT OF THE FIVE SO FAR.

NOW AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE ON BAND CAMP, FOLLOW LINK BELOW! 
https://littlerobotguy.bandcamp.com/album/we-are-atom

WE ARE ATOM BUY NOW!

SERMON

Also Making some solo side stuff under Machine Talks
🐢🐢We are finished with our latest project and it's open season for collaborations!!! We have a few loaded in the barrel already hit us up?!?!🐢🐢
**All songs and images (google image on home art projects{stand alone and editing}) created on my phone: FL Studio App., Reverse recording app, Phone's factory microphone, M-Vave SMK-25 midi board, generic electric keyboard, harmonicas, drum pad, David Bowie stylophone, V-tech kidstar DJ Mixer; various persons, creatures and objects around home, and any further specifics mentioned in tracks not generalized to this list.**
Father (38) and Son (6) combining and offering up two generations of Dimorphic soundscOpes for the holes on the side of your head, any of them... we are not picky. We present to the general public our musical stylings.

Lost In Time°

Turtles All The Way Down