MTD Mixtape July 2024

Reprise de la chanson de Niagara pour mon tonton Gaëtan

Pendant que les champs brûlent

Illusions are a mental image that makes us pursue a goal that obsesses us. Sometimes illusions protect us from what we don't want to see or know. Sometimes illusions have nothing to do with reality.

Illusions To Believe In

Suburban First World Rock & Roll (Version)

Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2024, all rights reserved. 
Thank you for listening :)

Lyrics:
You go your way the best you can
No one was there to guide you
You did not get protection and
You tried to get your way through
Little phoenix, little phoenix, little phoenix, do it again.

You had to look for shelter
You had to teach yourself
You stumbled and you fell
You always were rising as well
Little phoenix, little phoenix, little phoenix, do it again.

Your willpower is unbreakable
You try and try again
Your courage is unshakable
although you know the pain
Little phoenix, little phoenix, little phoenix, do it again.

Little Phoenix

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

Desert Shadows

Deep Sea Mermaids

Angry ghosts of the ocean.

I am seasick
Seasick for you
My heart is swollen with fishes
They're writhing and seething for you
For you....

Here in the drink
I splash around in my foam
trapped inside Davy Jones' locker
waiting for you to come home

To come home
Home, home, home

When the moon is feverish
I will come-in with the tide
waxing and buoyant and milky
my mouth will be open wide
Open wide

Wide, wide, wide

I am seasick
Deep within my chest
My heart is swollen with fishes
It's breaking and ready to crest
It's breaking and ready to crest
It's breaking and ready to crest

Seasick

This song Began as a very Nice progressive/swing  tune titled "A Mood of Two" created by the Furico music Team and one of my favorites of theirs, several years ago-- Teth Sin (Mick) decided to do a collab/remix and asked me to supply some lyrics--i had some in the can from a song Called "Beloved Sisters of the storm" 
So Mick Masterfully put this Beautiful Progessive Swing tune together with all of us and honored me by naming it after lyrics in the Song--and has graciously allowed me to release it on my Page though It got major play, just in case you missed this brilliant tune, here it is--Cheers:)

lyrics

i don't think i'm going home, this thing won't leave me alone..I've got fragments of the sun and moon imbedded in the core of my cerebral stem.. and of course there is that key That's allegedly buried in this pile of sacred rocks in space that supposedly unlocks the gate that holds the dog and holds the bone and blocks the path that takes me home.

Check yourself, what are you feeling at the present moment..Some times i can feel the giant moving slightly in it's sleep.. just like Vishnu dreaming high in the mountain valleys of the mighty Himalayas.

The tiny silver thread, transcendent of the reckless life we led, A raging river way down below. The moment when you finally realize it's finally time to go..
oh beloved sister's of the Storm, thank you for appearing in your human form

what could i do, what could i say, i guess i thought that i was on my way to another nervous breakdown..The taste of life so sweet upon our tongues, We were Gods when we were young...

The Mighty Himalayas-with Teth Sin & The Furico Music Team

here's a fun one from a couple years ago that I just want to get out there, since I'm not really releasing anything

Gupgakes

L'attesa, the wait. After six months without respite, full of boring commitments that life sometimes offers, I have happily found time and inspiration to write new music. And I couldn't help but start again in the company of my fabulous friend @rosindust. A jazz piece with a hint of folk or, as an user once wrote about another piece of mine, a little "countryside" too :)
Here the other collaborations with Tatiana: soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

In the photo: waiting for sunrise, Adriatic coast. In the background, on the other side of the sea you can see Albania which is incredibly close at that point, about 70 km away.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

L'attesa - with Rosin dust

Where She Is

Cast of Characters:
xian3-- @xian3 – Christian -- vocals and lyrics
Holger Engel—bass, seed idea
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- electric piano, synth
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark-- electric piano
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- mix, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)-- @josh-clary-1 – guitar and four-string fretless bass
 
This song began with Christian's friend Holger Engel coming up with a melodic bass line and sharing it with him to use as a seed stem for a project. Having collaborated successfully with him before, Christian thought of Josh and decided to pass it along to him to see what he could build with it. Josh was excited to work on another of Holger's creations. His bass line was in a high octave on the instrument, so Josh added a similar, complimentary bass line on the low octave to give it some heft. He invited Ken onto the project, and after doing their little rhythm section give and take, Ken laid down some powerful, yet tasteful drums. Mark was brought in next, and added some very fitting, wonderfully melodic electric piano, which he added in the choruses. Josh also asked JJ to add some electric piano to the verses and synth to the whole thing, which he did in a very mind-bending syncopated way. Josh then added some guitar to the high end to thicken things up a bit.
  We then sent the finished product back to Christian to add his thoughtful, inspired lyrics and signature vocals to his song. This is what Christian had to say about how the lyrics came about. 
  "[Being an avid reader], I came along the sentence, 'We write and make art to show our wounds to the world,' reading an interview with Paul Auster (1947-2024). He died earlier this year, yet his novels are legendary. There was talk about creativity, manifoldness and what the personality consists of. 
  "I can’t remember where that interview was and basically I wrote the lyrics around this sentence attributed to him. 
  "I quote another writer, Goethe (1749-1832), with a famous quotation from "Faust,“ 'Two souls, Alas, housed in my breast...' That points in the right thematic direction in my opinion.
For sure the lyrics also contain other layers of meanings, much more personal…
I am also happy about the title of the song 'We Are Many'. I think Tez came up with it. I was unsure for very long, what’s the name of that song… :)"
  After we had it in the bag, we asked mix-master Tez to produce and mix it, so what you hear is also his creative vision for the project. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
 
Original "We Are Many" lyrics by Xian:


1
To me it seems very obviously
That my I is not a unity
Rather a bunch of personalities
I got a problem with multiplicities


ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
We write and make „art“ …


2
I am no self-contained identity
Cut off by other possibilities
No border guards set up at the boundary
Enforce the claim to exclusivity


ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
We write and make „art“…
„I“ writes and makes „art“
To heal the wounds of the heart


3
„Two souls, alas, housed in my breast…“
We hope, that if we do confess
To get rid of this fallacy
And collect the splits of personality


ref
We write and make „art“ 
To show our wounds to the world
I write and make „art“
To heal the wounds of my heart


out
There is
A consolation in round things
There is
A consolation in round things 
A consolation in round things
Oh, ohh,
„I“, „I“,
Oh…

We Are Many (Xian 3 and Eclectic Collective)

Started as a kind of Raga--Jo created some lovely handmade words- and Stephen and his beautiful Duesenberg Guitar made some amazing droning magic to complete the vision--

TEXMEX SHAMAN: @texmex-shaman
"Always enjoy the opportunity to collaborate with Jeff and Jo. They are wizards with words and sorcerers with sound. Was happy to contribute a bit to this one."

@sonic-textures: First, there was amazing music made by STONERJAZZ. Then, I composed a poem and integrated it, surprising myself with having written the first 'love' poem in a long time - and to Snow White of all fairy-tale people! To highlight it all, TEXMEX SHAMAN made the music ring out even more beautifully. Eventually I created some artwork, inspired (by some reason I don't grasp myself at the moment) by those expensive vinyl imports from Japan. It might have to do with how much I value Jeff's and Stephen's guitar playing and creativity. It's a thrill ride to collab with those two experimental musicologists ;-)


Jo(Sonic structures and Silent Stretches) --Poetry, Production,Vocals and artwork-
Stephen(TexMex Shaman)-Guitar and Production
Jeff (stonerjazz) guitar and Fx(E-bow/melotron)--Djembe

lyrics copyright jo richter:

still wearing his headphones
in the mall's thermal flow
uranium bones
intercourse afterglow

she walks down the aisle
as light as a rainbow
sunlight on the Nile
et in arcadia ego

a bodice, a comb, eris' pear
black, red, white as snow
forces align, forces shear
a million mirrors in a row

she walks down the aisle
as light as a rainbow
sunlight on the Nile
et in arcadia ego

et  in arcadia ego- featuring Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches and TexMex Shaman

Liquid

This song came to me practically as a dream a few years ago and in many ways was at the root of the entire vision of Wizardhead, so it is fitting that it is my debut release.

Lyrics:

Searching through the spaces of an infinite cage
Counting out the paces of another desperate age
Reconstructing traces of the future that we've made
Living by the grace of whosoever we've betrayed

Feel the weight of these shapes folding into you 
Every way they turn your mind 
And the words wearing through the seams of your heart
Use them well when you curse this time

Swimming up a river which flows every way but home
Knowing what you're given never truly was your own
Gnawing on the sliver of the courage in your bones
Falling into emptiness while sitting on a throne

Feel the weight of these shapes folding into you 
Every way they turn your mind 
And the words wearing through the seams of your heart
Use them well when you curse this time

Dream a song of sorrow for the eagle's final flight
An epiphany we borrow while forgiving all that's right
As the sun rises tomorrow just to hide away the night
Closing in on the horizon as its kiss becomes a bite

Feel the weight of these shapes folding into you 
Every way they turn your mind 
And the words wearing through the seams of your heart
Use them well when you curse this time

Infinite Cage

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