UNCONSCIOUS LOVE

THE WIND CANNOT HEAR

Cumulus Cloud Suite

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO PROTECT?
Each of these situations required protective cases—some small, some large.
Are you taking half a dozen guitars on tour with your band?
 Do you need cases for your keyboards and drums as well?
Are you bringing the latest designer clothes to Fashion Week in  NYC or Milan?​
Do you need a workbox that can go everywhere your show goes as it crisscrosses the country?
Do you have to get the only prototype of your newest product to your manufacturing center in China, securely, and without a scratch?

12042018

ABHEDABHAVANA  PASADAHA

Sometimes, you only have to listen to be inspired.

Patricia Guimard utilizó este tema en su bonita locución “ámate “. https://youtu.be/WdRwFtVAgfA?si=hbD8hK_mTiAPMV-M

MEDITATION 1 : BIRDSONG

© Joe Liberty 2023. All rights reserved.

TurnYouOnLoveBomb

On a cool clear summer night
Someone said to me
Try a little of this my friend
And set your spirit free

Stopped and thought about it
For a second maybe two
And said ah what the hell now
What’ve I got to lose
And they said

Sit on back now and enjoy the show
Let me turn you

On… love bomb
Turn you on…
To loving
Yea

Break

You are the centre
The beginning and the end
This place in time will never be again
May you live forever in love

Break

Now I’m riding down the highway
Feeling oh so fine
And in part I owe it to the one that turned me on that time
So if you’re feeling lucky, keen to learn a thing or two
You know I’m more than happy to do the same for you

Just sit on back now and enjoy the show
Let me turn you

On… love bomb
Turn you on…
To loving
To loving

Well alright
You got it
Let’s go 
Now

TurnYouOnLoveBomb

Josh asked me to try mixing this track for him and Kuba
Here it is 
Sweet melody and vocals - enjoy :))))

The Mountains Do  by Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary) and My Name it is Nothing

Attribute

I had a dream, and I wrote this song not to forget it. 

Technical highlights: hand played bass, slightly odd riff on chorus (15/2) & some extra psychedelia.

Pic & sounds taken with my phone during a recent experience which could help me understand the dream, maybe…

Letra  /  Lyrics:

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)  /  NÍMOR (I don’t know where I am)

Entré en la sala sin hacer ruido,  /  I entered the room making no noise,
los pocos que vi eran desconocidos,  /  the few ones I saw were strangers,
busqué una cama que estuviera libre y dormí.  /  I looked for a spare bed and slept.

Al día siguiente no encontré mi sitio,   /  The following day I didn’t find my place,
todo estaba lleno de desconocidos,  /  the whole room was full of strangers,
me di la vuelta para salir y te vi.  /  I turned around to leave and I saw you.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …

La cama de al lado estaba vacía,  /  The bed at your side was empty,
y me preguntaste si la quería,  /  and you asked if I wanted it,
la quise y pronto nos hicimos amigos,  /  I did and soon we became friends,
desconocidos.  /  strangers.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …
Nímor, no sé qué pasa…  /  Nímor, I don’t know what’s going on...
Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...

Te pregunté “¿cómo se llama este sitio?”  /  I asked you "what’s the name of this place?"
y me contestaste que estaba contigo,  /  and you answered that I was with you,
y sin darme cuenta te quise mucho y dormí.  /  and unconsciously I loved you so and slept.

Ahora del sueño ya me he despertado,  /  Now from the dream I’ve already woken,
tu nombre lamento no haber preguntado,  /  your name I regret not having asked,
te llamaré como el sitio en que te conocí.  /  I’ll call you like the place where I met you.

Nímor (…)  /  Nímor (…)

ER27HC06 ©1995 ®2015

Honorable broadcast (34:47 - 40.00): http://jeffhickmott.podomatic.com/entry/2015-09-18T05_02_20-07_00

Nota para el oyente español: ninguna influencia de Chiquito de la Calzada en el título; lo pongo tal como lo soñé y punto.

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)

"Sweet Jane (Velvet Underground Cover)," by ROSES
off their 2013 EP

ROSES EP

"Sweet Jane (Velvet Underground Cover)" // ROSES

Melodic psychedelic counterpoints and a good amount of classic rock blood!

Post - Everything Shit

A mellow introspective poetic journey vogaying through trippy harmonic progressions and melodic colours

Broken Images Of Distorted Moments

perceptual disturbances

fire

De Aquel Fuego Eterno

Un Caballo Re Sarpado

BARDS: Of The Morning Star

Cumulus Cloud (Part One: Convection)

BUY OUR LIES

I was driving all alone
Along a dark and lonesome road
Long ways from home

Lightning Strikes, the radio comes on
FM Antenna, lightning rod
Somebody else's god

The air inside began to crackle and buzz
I couldn't figure out what it was
Head so full of fuzz

A burning world eclipsed in the shadows
Of a cumulus cloud

The weather's going to change soon
The weather's going to change real soon
The weather's going to change soon
Whether that happens to change anything or not
Depends on what's behind this almost endless
Cumulus Cloud

Dare I say, dare I may
The hunter fails his prey
The geese are all on the wing and flying away

Can't remember, someone said
Something about a wagon and a man in bed
Zarathustra is dead

Hell of a time to be alive
We must be the sole protectors
We must toughen up our hides

But me, I'd rather lay my head down on that
Cumulus Cloud....

The weather's going to change soon
The weather's going to change real soon
The weather's going to change soon
Whether that happens to change our tune or not
Depends on just how long we're stuck beneath this...

Thunderhead
Wiping off the dirty slate
Thinking "Man, this could be great"
All the soda pop cans and paper plates
Are squeezing through the storm grates
Asphalt makes my bones ache
This desert is turning into a lake
Welcoming the aquastead
Bless this thunderhead...

Cumulus Cloud (Part Two: Accretion)

Cumulus Cloud (Part Three: Precipitation)

Gato

It’s hard to believe that this song written by Paul Simon in 1964 is over half a century old. Like a true work of art, it has withstood the test of time. An interesting anecdote Simon wrote this song in his bathroom where his guitar would have an “echo” effect.
I hope you enjoy my version.

JJ(Johnny) Vienneau:
Drums
Bass
Lead & Rhythm Guitars

Peter Wheeler:
Vocals

Produced by; JJ Vienneau & Peter Wheeler
Recorded at: Rawkin' Productions - Montreal

The Sound Of Silence - Cover

Music, mixing: Dan-T https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3/tracks
Lyrics, vocal, mixing and mastering: Lukowig  https://www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ https://twitter.com/Lukowig

Homme invisible
dans ta chambre un soir
je me glisserai pour te voir
violation de domicile
sans idée d'homicide
j'y viendrai quérir
de mes souvenirs
la saveur acide.

Homme invisible
dans ta chambre sans bruit
je me glisserai à la nuit
des indivisibles
ombres du nombre
la mienne sera retranchée
telle une ancienne tranchée
cachée sous les décombres.

Homme invisible
dans ta chambre en visite
je me glisserai dans ton site
dans ton home visible
dans la chaleur de ton duvet
ton corps doucement remuer
je regarderai muet
je regarderai muet
je regarderai
sans contre toi me lover.

Homme invisible
de ta chambre je partirai
quand la nuit viendra à se retirer
douce et paisible
alors tu t'éveilleras
respirant mon parfum volatile
erreur d'homme invisible.
La nuit suivante tu veilleras...
Erreur d'homme invisible...
La nuit suivante tu veilleras...

Homme invisible [Dan-T & Lukowig]

This is the first version of the jim manser track the human condition
[you can hear the other version on my Jim Manser soundcloud page
Notes
I recorded three different versions of this track and thought rather than remix it for this page i would put on the first version i wrote and recorded i hope you enjoy it

Psychedelic world presents [THE HUMAN CONDITION ]expanded and alternative version

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums / Percussion
Joby Reeves: Guitars / Bass / Keyboards & Arrangement
Gordon Midgley: Production and Final Mix

As you may have noticed, this song contains not one, not two but three Reeves for the price of one.  We’d always wanted to record a song with Bri’s son Joby, so working with him on this made two decrepit old uncles exceedingly happy.  At such a young age his musical talent fills us with both wonder and family pride.  The track is entirely his arrangement and it was a very emotional experience for both of us to play and sing alongside him – we certainly had to up our game a bit.
Huge thanks are due to our old mate Gordon Midgley for producing such a wonderful final mix.  Couldn’t have done it without you, Gord.  (Terry & Gary Reeves)

(In memory of our Dad, Ronald Reeves, who would have been 95 today.  Miss you, Dad.)  

Waking to an empty page
A thousand words but nothing new
The written book of War No Peace
What is said we all must do

Mother Nature says it’s always right
No satisfaction unless there’s more to fight

Growling like a hunting Lion
The claws are out to kill
Trouble is there’s no idea
There are many ways that will

Mother Nature says it’s always right
No satisfaction unless there’s more to fight

Standing with a Six foot sword
Attacking every wall
Slashing with a blunted blade
No damage caused at all

Mother Nature says it’s always right
No satisfaction unless there’s more to fight

Traveling all around the world
Not a penny to the name
Knowing how to say why, what and when
But missing who’s right to claim

Mother Nature says it’s always right
No satisfaction unless there’s more to fight

Shouting with the loudest voice
Knowing how to get respect
Whispers heard behind your back
Another heavy weight around the neck 

Mother Nature says it’s always right
No satisfaction unless there’s more to fight

Respecting life cannot come first
You must do what you are told
Just in time the Lone Ranger came
To allow us to grow old

Mother Nature isn’t always right
More satisfaction when there is no fight

One Way Communication - Cripple Club & Joby Reeves with Gordon M

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

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