A partial remake of my earlier rearrangement of Frédéric Chopin's Revolutionary Etude, Op. 10 No. 12. 

A Sunday excercise where I laid down a bass part with the Jazz Bass Ultra on top of my earlier rearrangement. I played the electric piano part originally 2.5 years ago as midi in several takes. Also some midi note corrections and quantizations were made back then especially since the changing of the rhythm turned out to be more difficult for the left hand than I expected.. I'm not a pro bassist but it sure was fun playing this! I also didn't want the bass to steal all the attention from the keyboard part:)

I also made a short video of this: 
- https://youtube.com/shorts/3aKReG3pI0o
- https://www.instagram.com/reel/DKp3o9FMKNC

Original full version with a VST Bass: https://soundcloud.com/vintageklavier1980s/chopin-revolutionary-etude-op-10-no-12-arr-for-rhodes-drums-and-bass

F. Chopin Revolutionary Etude Rearranged w/ Bass (excerpt)

(Verse1)
Pull out the stops, it’s just the beginning 
Now let the beat dropped, 
If you’re here, then we’re winning 
didn’t change my aim —my name —
I-P-G-1,——-M-V-P still in the game 
ain’t no shame perfect storm 
On the cloud, let it rain, let it reign 
beyond the norm, splatter on the rooftops 
And flowing down the drain
some say i’m crazy, but you have been warned 
Born and bred to rep deep underground 

(Verse2)
acknowledge the name 
acknowledge the game 
acknowledge— the— pieces ain’t the same 
Fame—-nah never, but these rap bars, make me a rockstar 
shout it from the rooftop, Its all under par
underground, with top notch quality 
still goes far, on the path to Victory 
the winning team is always near the finish line
Pull out the stops, one standard refined 
deep end, different styles, different flow combined 
I’m jammin everywhere, come on read the sign-
Pull out the stops, these are wicked times

(Chorus)
pulled out the stops, pulled out the stops
Never fear, I take it as it comes. 
5-4-3-2——yeah, number 1, 
I-P-G in Forefront no I’m not done 
-Don’t matter where you come from
Come on get you some
Truth filled with facts, repping  underground
We won’t stop, or hold back
That’s a fact, so stay on track, 
pull the stops, got it like that
beat drop—————bars come off the top, 
——--Expressive with the style 
That’s a difference, why not? 
pulled the stops, 
pulled the stops

[Interlude]
Pull the stops-pull the stops
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Crazy shit!
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Jamming everywhere 
[Scratch]
Pull out the Stops
Levels to it!

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Ain’t gonna stop, we’ll  just keep going 
paths been laid out highs and low-end 
stay motivated it’s a positive trend 
keep on Rollin, Switch it, flip the script.
Got the hip-hop groove, With soul in it
M-V-P so the track gets lit

Pull out the Stops

Pull Out the Stops

SHARON IN THE SUMMER :  Copyright SCRT  Records

(null) - pluralistic ignorance

Opus84

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The clock of the four winds is a tall-case grandfather style clock originally assembled in 1710 by an Italian astronomer and mathematician named Ricco Foscari, a direct patrilineal descendant of famed explorer, vintner and occultist, Cosimo Foscari. The magical properties of the clock were such that when its hands were moved and positioned in certain configurations, it would trigger remote viewing events which would be projected onto the glass panel cover. The clock was also rumored to serve as a sort of “beacon” used for summoning an other-dimensional being named “Desdinova” who acted as a sort of intermediary between detached yet interconnected causal timelines.


LYRICS:
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The chariots lie broken exhausted from war
The wheels rolled off in the mud
In the morning all good things are good
The sun warms up the mud

Stillness is raptured in all its arising
The seeds grow up from the mud
In the morning the dawn weighs a feather
The insects hatch from the mud

The hunger for sunlight draws flies to the surface
The babies wake up in the mud
In the morning from green murky waters
To wiggle around in the mud

Bones growing hollow, the gills turn to lungs
Gasping for breath in the mud
The fins turn to legs the scales turn to vellum
As feathers shake loose from the mud

Fly high, all you flying high birds 
While the warm western winds are beneath you
Oh you soaring high birds
The sky coming down to greet you
We’re all dying to meet you

The bird, the great swooping bird
Beak open, gobbling gold
Oh you soaring high bird
The north winds are growing cold
Feathers flush with colors bold

Now pretend you are the sun
Feathers flush with colors bold…
Now pretend you are the sun

The southern winds, the washboard clouds
Diving daringly during the day
Teetering upon the tip of the tree
The seasons will have their way
Tail feathers turning to gray

Scatter little birds, oh you tiny little birds
The easterly light is encroaching
Seeds spilled upon the ground
 With the end of the autumn approaching
And the seasons must have their way…

Now pretend you are the sun
And the seasons must have their way…
Now pretend you are the sun 

And the seasons must have their way…

Rider’s final horse has ridden
Puzzle finished, last piece hidden
Oysters chatter on evening tide:
 “I’m Desdinova and I confide,
I am the one you warned me of
I am the leak and the long lost love
And I am the one who will never lie
Deathless, I may never die
By lizard lens and crystal rope
You know me by my telescope”
Scattering stars in hand she shouts:
“The play is what it’s all about
Behind the clock with arms stretched tall
The script is on the western wall
Behold the light that never warms
You’ve been warned, I am the storm”

So raise up your chalice and toast to the moon
And sing to the stars as they flicker and loom
O! Irony! O! Tragedy!
Aching knees don’t fail me now

We slayed the vile dragon who lived in the skies
We bathed in its blood and we pickled its eyes
O! Devilry! O! Revelry!
If my friends could see me now

O! Bravery! Camaraderie!

The last lotus eaters recline in the sun
The race to return  has been finally run
Finality! Causality!
Swept away on swaggering swans

The Clock Of The Four Winds

The Joker

world changer

Lyrics :
Naked darkness, you want to top
My scarlet lips sure won’t say stop
My soul drowns in your fragrance
Your burning gaze puts me in trance.

I look clumsy in my flip-flops
You suck my dreams like lollipops
Lady, we’re going to dance
Be sure it’s sex, not romance.

Chorus :
I’m your mount, your wild mare,
Our sweats mixed in the summer air.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
I’ll drink your desire to the last drop.

You’re so sexy in your high heels
A dominant stance that appeals
My mini short is far too tight
But I won’t keep it long tonight

You strip-me and start to tease
I surrender, begging for ease
Your tongue slither in my ear
As I sparkle like a cold beer.

Chorus :
I’m your pony, ride me bareback,
Our pleasure is well on track.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
Be sure to bring your riding crop.

I’ll yield to you, but make it sweet
Your devilish smile is my defeat
When our warm bodies collide
I’m soaking wet, no need to hide.

You’re the top. I’m on the ground
So horny, we’re upside down.
My pussy’s ticking like a clock.
Turn me inside out like a sock

Chorus :
I’m your mount, your wild mare,
Our sweats mixed in the summer air.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
I’ll drink your desire to the last drop.

Chorus :
I’m your pony, ride me bareback,
Our pleasure is well on track.
I’m your bottom, you’re my top.
Be sure to bring your riding crop.

Top & Bottom

COUNT YOUR HORSES COZ’ NIGHT IS COMING
DON’T LET THEM GO ASTRAY
IN THEIR SLEEP THEY JUST  MIGHT GO MISSING
AND YOU’LL NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN
YOU MAY NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
KEEP YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE
WITH THOSE WEAPONS YOU CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE

HOW DID IT ALL COME TO THIS? 
HOW COULD WE LET IT COME TO THIS?
ARE YOU STILL WITH ME?

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
KEEP YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE
WITH THOSE WEAPONS YOU CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH YOUR LOVED ONES BY YOUR SIDE

GUARD THE STABLES ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
MAKE SURE WE’LL BE ALRIGHT
WITH OUR WEAPONS WE CAN WIN THE FIGHT
WITH OUR LOVED ONES BY OUR SIDE, BY OUR SIDE

Count Your Horses (Night Is Coming)

Fuzzy rhythm guitar, high sustain lead guitar, booming bass, very simple drums, and my voice of doom.

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