MTD Mixtape January 2024

source: https://soundcloud.com/allstonbasement1987/accretion-disc

The Wires That Hold Heaven Snapping And Coiling Across The Sky

My old friend Strootman Pianomonster (will post soon on https://soundcloud.com/stroot-246138153) sent me some of his baroque recordings on harpsichord. I've worked on one of them with all the Ruizzoid stuff you can hear, and even translated to Latin one of my old poems!

VOLO OSCULUM TUUM  /  I WANT YOUR KISS

 Volo saxum ad clamare.  /  I want a rock to cry on.  
 Ad gemere, quis saxum.  /  To moan, any rock.  

(Volo osculum tuum ad somniare.  /  I want your kiss to dream.  
 Ad vivere, nisi osculum tuum.  /  For living, just your kiss.)
  
Volo flammam ad queri.  /  I want a flame to scream.  
 Ad pati, quis flammam.  /  To suffer, any flame.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... ) 

 Volo pugionem ad exspirare.  /  I want a dagger to expire.  
 Ad mori quis pugionem.  /  To die, any dagger.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... )

Volo Osculum Tuum (with Strootman on harpsichord)

All things must pass.....even the enlightened state (Nirvana)...(not the band).....that feeling when a steady state starts to breakdown.

Wind ensemble tracks: Clarinet (5); Flute (4); Alto Sax (2); Tenor Sax (2); Soprano Sax (2); Oboe (2). 

0 - 1.49 min -  steady melodic A/B structure (few random elements appear)..
1.50....gradual descent into chaos on B section until 2.02 when soprano saxes steady it...but free elements gain ground
2.17 - section A with oboe holding it up...against some disintegrating chaos (panned).. 
2.32 - return of B section and the final comedown...oboes trying hard till the end.

That's the way i saw it anyhow.  [Try it with headphones if poss.]

Nirvana Comedown

www.korima.net
 
Korima's songs are written, performed, arranged, engineered, and produced by SuZanne Ledwith (Ireland) and Steve Pumphrey (England).
https://soundcloud.com/candyside-arcade/white-sail-korima

White Sail

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by: Carlos Vivanco

Samādhi (Pali and Sanskrit: समाधि), in Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, Sikhism and yogic schools, is a state of meditative consciousness. In Buddhism, it is the last of the eight elements of the Noble Eightfold Path.[web 1] In the Ashtanga Yoga tradition, it is the eighth and final limb identified in the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali.
In the oldest Buddhist sutras, on which several contemporary western Theravada teachers rely, it refers to the development of an investigative and luminous mind which is equanimous and mindful. In the yogic traditions, and the Buddhist commentarial tradition on which the Burmese Vipassana movement and the Thai Forest tradition rely, it is interpreted as a meditative absorption or trance, attained by the practice of dhyāna
Samadhi es el estado de conciencia que se alcanza cuando, durante la meditación, la persona siente que se está fundiendo con el universo. En varias tradiciones religiosas y místicas del Este de Asia ―como el hinduismo, el budismo, el jainismo, el sijismo y en el yoga― el samādhi se considera un estado de conciencia de meditación, contemplación o recogimiento en el que se siente alcanzar la unidad con lo divino.
El término sánscrito samādhi (en alfabeto devanagari: समाधि) proviene de sam o samiak: ‘completo’ y ādhi: ‘absorción [mental]’.
El objetivo último de la práctica meditativa del yoga, es el logro del samadhi.
El samadhi es un objetivo buscado tanto dentro del hinduismo como en el budismo.

Future Memories

Samadhi

The  Monster Smiled

The Screaming Seamen

oh fearful symmetry 
sorry you no longer frighten me
strike the hammer
yank your chain
I know which one of us
has half a brain 

you made me 
now you’re just the venue
while I’m alive
I will contain you...

and it’s freeing, plenty freeing
now let me sing this into being:

everything’s a bucket
in the 5th dimension
ain’t you glad we’re seeing only four?

babe, when the going gets tough and
you feel miffed again shun
anyone who dishes out a cure

that’s just a bucket in the 5th dimension
(forget it, forget it, forget it!)
no-one’s ever needed more than four

red wheelbarrow
red wheelbarrow
so much of us depends upon 
rode on your angular indifference
until our riding days were done

some of us have you 
glazed in purpose 
some catch a sleigh to memory 
the fields don’t lie 
they won’t lie fallow
not after you 
not after me

now let me sing how everything
is just a bucket in the 5th dimension
ain’t you glad we’re seeing only four?

babe when the going gets rough 
and you’ve been stiffed again shun
anyone who offers you a cure, there’s no cure!

just a bucket in the 5th dimension
(forget it, might as well forget it!)
it’s better to have lived in only four
we’ll make do with four

Support Gom

The 5th Dimension

Followed  By a Wooden Indian

Followed by a Wooden Indian

Listen to this great Giutarr Funk of my friend Mike,
Thats realy Chasttanooga Funk here, 
big thanks for this goodness
https://soundcloud.com/mikepolcari

Lunatics 123 Chattanooga Funk/ Mike Polcari & Ratzzz

Lunatics 123 Chattanooga Funk/ Mike Polcari & Ratzzz and the Big Fish Orchester

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Soprano Saxophone solo. Vibraphone solo. Flute solo. Godin Nylon Guitar Rhythm. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Acoustic Stand-up Bass. Drums Full drum trap set. Percussion, Congas, Ago go Bells, Cow bells. 22" Zildjan Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Splender

Essentialy Yours

Get Something Going

A banned book fetish. That's our current kink.

Read the accompanying poem here while you listen: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-librarian/

PS Perkins: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Piano, wood blocks, programming
R Thomas: Drums, Wah guitar, shakers, cowbell
 
LYRICS
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A secret knock, a hidden door, a narrow hallway
The eyeless guide sees us inside, watching us always
As we meander down the aisles, 
Rows of spines which stretch for miles
And we show our special card
On the scent of another shard

A vaulted dome, a musty tome, an umbrous alcove
A sacred space, a quiet place, a sunken treasure trove
Details infinitesimal
Dewiest of decimals
Ever stranger truth to know
As we squish the forbidden fruit between our toes

A deeper shaft, an ancient craft, a garish goblin
The icy stare, the purple hair, a memory maudlin
Going deep down in the mines
With a shining pick to grind
The librarian lights the way
Understands the game we play

A puzzle piece, a glob of grease, a rusted lever
A blazing fire, we never tire, we nurse our fever
Run our fingers down the crease
Gently comb the golden fleece
Read aloud the sacred scroll
Let's show these muggles how we roll

They cant stand you, they want to ban you
They want to sterilize and pack you up and can you
They prefer truth that's mass produced
Because they're lacking the tenacity to grasp you
So let me ask you: what's the bigger threat?
While we're waiiting on a bomb you haven't dropped yet
They'd rather burn you then have to learn you
Their little fingers are too slippery to turn you
The truth waits for us to dissect it
And librarians are here to protect it
So grab some glasses if you need
And climb atop the worlds' mightiest steed
We're gonna read until our fingers bleed
It's a seed, it's a need, it's an urge you gotta heed
It's a growl in your stomach that you know you gotta feed
Let's show 'em how to read!

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Librarian

Terry sent this one over a while ago and it sat there in my inbox a bit because , and he had warned me haha, that it was a crazy one.  I probably sat down 4 or 5 times with the intent of putting something down but just couldn't grab it.  Finally I took the cue from his vibe and put in some glitchy wonky lines and I wasn't all too proud of them haha,

But then...I sent him the stems and he actually produced and mixed it into something cool so thanks to Terry for that.  He heard the potential and had a vision for this and was able to realize it. It's amazing some of the talent here on SC

Blueshift -  w/ Tea R. Sea

BAGATELLE

An erotic poem that allegorises the final stage in the process to birth the Philosopher's Stone, known to alchemists as the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon or the Peacock's Tail. 

Lyrics and music: Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and Paul Foss, December 2023. 
Vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Musical arrangement: Paul Foss, contact: paul@paulfossmusic.com
Cover art: Detail from The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch (1450-1516) 


I know a dell where the willow mint grows,
Where bluebells chime in the midnight hallows,
And bowers of may and honeyed suckle
Curtain the congress of loving couples
As paired collard doves are cooing in swoon
At this, the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon. 

The Peacock’s tail is a courtesan’s fan 
As he dances a slow Bharatanatyam.
The Rose on the Throne folds back her calyx
And releases her nectars into the Chalice
For the bee, so lustful ...and yet so tender
At her grace, at such sweet surrender. 

Deep in this Garden of Earthly Delights
Sleeps Beauty, sometime of the night,
Her perfumed lap that poets eulogise.
All the Love of the world is in Her eyes.
And there, the Serpent is rising once more
To fire up the ways and open the doors.

The Garden of Earthly Delights

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut! 

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:
The Weighty Tree: Guitars
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree
https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro
Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.     

Verse
Word 
Yo
As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust 
And the scent of musk in the air
I couldn’t help but take notice there
Was a sweet smell of autumn 
Carried in the gust 
Of wind  
It is a beautiful time of the year
When the does come into estrus 
And there is only one thing on my mind
I must get some of that behind 
I find
Times like these to be harbingers 
That linger
I could count times like these on my fingers
If I didn’t have hooves 
And wasn’t crashing to the ground 
With the sound of defeated dreams 
Of games of hard to get
And multiple days of getting wet 
I let the overwhelming excitement of rut
Get the best of me 
And now am crest fallen to see
The Doe that I thought was mine
Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines
Uh

The Shrike Pt. 1

The Weighty Tree, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 1

Written, performed and recorded by  Neli CoKo, 2024, all rights reserved. 
I tried to create a real big space. Not easy! Thank you for listening :)

Now it´s time
Remember and release
Now it´s time
The pain will come and ease

Now it´s time
To get back on the ground
Now it´s time
Declutter what I found

I can´t believe it´s over, a new beginning
...

Now it´s time
To become innocent
Now it´s time
To live luminiscent

Now it´s time
To overcome the pain
Now it´s time
To let it all go down the drain

I can´t believe it´s over - a new beginning
...

New Beginnings

Neli CoKo - New Beginnings

a faster version with informational vocals.  https://soundcloud.com/lil-spaceman/enolam/s-Op4dH

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