This instrumental track is very relaxing and sets a mood of easy, overcoming feelings

Another World

I'm not political, I'M A POLITICAL ATHEIST, I hold humanitarian views, which can easily be mistaken for political views because humanitarianism covers the same issues as politics.
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I criticise both Democrats and Republicans, LEFT, RIGHT & CENTRE, I'm not fool enough to trust either; nothing I can do about people confusing humanitarianism with politics, but I will never be silenced!
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A like without feedback could also mean, you never actually listened at all; either way, I find it insulting so ignore it, but if you do leave feedback I will show you the same respect, listen to your tunes and leave feedback!

I RECOGNISE THE STATE OF PALESTINE, DO YOU?

walls of sound are the only walls we build.

written by naldo, synths & keyboards by guillaume
drums by greek god yannis alfiers & kief moon
guitars by naldo

listen to more of Guillaume's music here:
https://soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks

Recorded on 1/2" Otari MX5050 at the Laundry Room, Oakland California
mastered by naldo in logic
joss sticks 4.3

Joss Sticks for Yannis

liner notes part 1: 
Well laid down an enthralling, fast-paced, sweaty-eyed dancefloor track, calling it an open collab. 
Stonerjazz picked it up, marrying it to his expressive voice and instruments. As the ancient art of 
maieutic (look it up) serendipity (look this one up as well) would have it, Jeff and I had just finished 
an amazing poem which finely expressed what he heard in Well's sound. I can only guess how many 
hours he spent adding this, fine-tuning that, getting the balance right. In the end it sat there, all 
groomed in its weekday suit and asked to go out and play. Yeah, why don't you do that? (That's how 
jo tells the story at least).

 liner notes part 2: 
My good and dear friend Jo Richter and I have been practicing a form of commando Free 
association poetry for a little bit now, Firing multiple replies to each others words across the void, 
rapidly --This Poem is one such project-- Initially done lightning Fast and then refined and modified 
for lyrical Flow and meaning-- To further complicate the process, i with Jo's encouragement used 
these word and some Sounds from my deepmind 6 to answer an open collaboration with music by 
our friend Well aka Hakan Skeneby - (That's what Jeff says).
 
Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:
 Original tile: Kung Tze in the Subway Car
Oil painting Uno Vallman 1964
 
 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 isles, 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-
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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 prinal 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--

Hakan’s shuffle – nitro club mix – stonerjazz , sonic structures and silent stretches with well

Groovy Bird


Texte Français et Google traduction

JOINDRE LES DEUX BOUTS

Fins de mois difficiles,
Les factures à régler.
Et les enfants fragiles
Qu’il faudra bien soigner.
Et ce loyer qui tombe
Trop lourd à chaque fois
Que faire dans un monde
Si on n'a pas un toit.

Puis il faut bien manger
Pas en faire des extras
Un plat ou une entrée
Sans sauter de repas.
C'est si facile à dire
Quand on y regarde bien
C'est sûr, il y a un pire
Beaucoup de nous ont faim.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.

On cherche et on ratisse
Dans ses tiroirs du fond
Ce jour qui rase gratis
Quand on n'a pas un rond.
On gratte toutes ses poches
Jusqu'à les déchirer
Tendre sa main c'est moche
Pour au mieux vivre.

En se privé de tout
Ce qu'on dit superflu
Il ne reste plus beaucoup
De moments détendus.
On se traîne, on vivote
Sans regarder au loin
L'intérieur se révolte
Espérant mieux demain.

A joindre les deux bouts...

Mais pourquoi travailler
On ne comprend pas bien
Que faire pour exister
Si ce n'est pour les siens.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.


MAKING ENDS MEET

Tough ends of the month,
Bills to pay.
And fragile children
Who will need to be cared for.
And that rent that comes in
Too heavy every time
What can you do in a world
If you don't have a roof over your head.

And you have to eat well
Not overdo it
A main course or a starter
Without skipping a meal.
It's so easy to say
When you look closely
It's sure, there's a worse situation
Many of us are hungry.

Making ends meet
When you can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when you don't have it.

We search and we rake
In our back drawers
That day that shaves for free
When we don't have a penny.
We pick all our pockets
Until they tear
Reaching out is a shame
To live better.

By depriving ourselves of everything
What we say is superfluous
There aren't many
Relaxed moments left.
We drag ourselves along, we eke out a living
Without looking far ahead
Our inner self rebels
Hoping for better tomorrow.

To make ends meet...

But why work?
We don't really understand
What to do to exist
If not for our loved ones.

To make ends meet
When we can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when we don't have it.

JOINDRE LES DEUX BOUTS

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