A selection of our personal favorites from the month of March 2018.

MTD MixTape March 2018

This is taken from Linton Kwesi Johnsons  If I Woz a Tap Natch Poet, on A Capella live, his voice is so rhythmic it just seemed to fit to the music no matter what I did, no cuts or streching needed. 
Image by Herbivorius

If I Woz a Tap Natch Poet (Lungdub)

Повелитель воды
Вызывает грозу
Бегает-прыгает
Дует в трубу
Пятые сутки
Возле костра
Все бесполезно
Шаманит он зря

Но где же где же
где же где же
где же где же
где же гроза

где же где же
где же где же
где же где же
где же гроза
гроза, гроза

Я вызываю тебя!

Женщины-дети
Все хотят пить
Как аномалию
Им пережить
Знойную засуху
Им победить
Но надо прожить
Надо терпеть

Но где же где же
где же где же
где же где же
где же гроза

где же где же
где же где же
где же где же
где же гроза
гроза, гроза

Я вызываю тебя!

[Отрыв]

Но где же где же
где же где же
где же где же
где же гроза

где же где же
где же где же
где же где же
где же гроза
гроза, гроза

Я вызываю тебя!
Тебя, тебя, тебя, тебя
Я вызываю тебя

Povelitel'

Track recorded in the mid 90's,,,, Peace on earth and goodwill to all those pretending to be men.
Reggae style version of this song is here https://soundcloud.com/lungmustard/country-reggae

Friends

From the EP "Machine Blues"

Free download at https://oonazoona.bandcamp.com/releases

Oonazoona - Move

Thanks always and for everything ☆
Please be Repost If you liked the song！！

SASRISE
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若人と旅人


どうにか笑って私を消して あなたの記憶から
ちょっと待ってくれよ俺はまだ君を 愛しているのに

あなたがくれたヘッセの詩集 アルバムの奥に 
ダイヤのリング 君に付けたくて 探しているのに 

好きで 好きで 好きで 好きで しかたなかったけれど 
傘の中で じゃれ合っていた 土砂降りの雨の日 


ずっとずっと君を この店でずっと 待っているから 
待ち合わせ場所の 喫茶店のマッチ 数えていたね 

二人でもっと いっぱいの 思い出を作ろう 
思い出語る思い出語る あなたでいてほしい 

好きで 好きで 好きで 好きで たまらなかったけれど 
傘の中で じゃれ合っていた 土砂降りの雨の日



好きで 好きで 好きで 好きで しかたなかったけれど 
傘の中で じゃれ合っていた 土砂降りの雨の日 

好きで 好きで 好きで 好きで たまらなかったけれど 
傘の中で じゃれ合っていた 土砂降りの雨の日

好きで 好きで 好きで 好きで
好きで 好きで 好きで 
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Young people and travelers


From somehow laughing your memory erase me
I'm me Wait a minute is still to love you

In the back of Hesse's poetry album that you gave me
But I am looking for wanted to put on a diamond ring Mr.

But was not the way I like like like like
Downpour of rain that had each other playful in the umbrella


Since been waiting all the way you much in this shop
It had counted match of the meeting place cafe

Let's make a more full of memories with two people
I want you to have in your talk about memories talk about memories

But was longed like like like like
Downpour of rain that had each other playful in the umbrella



But was not the way I like like like like
Downpour of rain that had each other playful in the umbrella

But was longed like like like like
Downpour of rain that had each other playful in the umbrella

Like like like like
Like like like

若人と旅人（Young people and travelers）

Jan 24 2017   1:32 am

It was if someone had taken two pictures and spliced them together and the colors on the right were more saturated and the tone was more intense. The bifurcation of the landscape was obvious to the eye and as I stepped over the line the atmosphere was completely different. The ringing in my ears stopped and the sky was a cerulean blue with low puffy clouds seen through the branches. The fear of the unknown lessened. . What it meant to be settled in my interior was possible again.  The air was clean and my mind was clearer. I waited in the realm and looked back from where I came. If it was a door, it appeared to still be open.  Wandering further, the ground was like a sponge ,moss covered and swollen with moisture. I listened to the birds. There were hundreds of them singing in the trees various tunes. The old dilapidated greenhouse was refurbished with a glassy flexible substance and the doors had been rebuilt with proper handles and springs to swing them open and closed easily. A hand painted sign hung above the northeast door that read Practice Dreaming.  I opened my mouth and sang a lament for the old world and its suffering and the trees swayed their branches till the song was done. And then I began to sing again and could not stop singing full voice from that inner place that reaches across time. The space across the yard from where I had come began to wobble and glitch. Then I understood that this was the present future that could be and all that we had to do was sing it in.

Bifurcation Of The Day- Kellie Rowley

2017/7

related projects:
https://soundcloud.com/1066state_3/ps03_tinny
https://soundcloud.com/1066state_3/parallel-slips

Tinkerbull

First track from album LO FI CAR MUSIC


BandCamp: https://samuel13.bandcamp.com/

Blue Cigarettes

Genocide, collateral murder, warfare dehumanised to the level of a playstation shoot 'em up serving the ideals of corporatist oligarchs. The spirit of Baby You're A Rich Man rings true but in a bittersweet fashion. If only we could have been Beautiful People instead of Killing Machines.

Crazy Horse One Eight

How does it feel to be the killers of all of those people?
Now that you know just who you are
What are you going to say?

How does it feel to be the killers of all of those people?
How does it feel to be a killing machine?

The 1969 plays; main vocal, electric guitar, lead guitar solo, bass, VST dulcimer and tabla, drum loop sequencing, maracas, Includes Native American Navajo song samples.

Produced and mixed by The 1969, mastered by The 1969, additional mastering by John Marc Bimonte @ Sharp Guy Productions

Recorded March 2017

Crazy Horse One Eight

A collaboration with Augenmerk ( Karin Tarabochia ) who's brilliant Poetry has Inspired many fantastic collaborations.
AuDioChosis: music & arrangement
Augenmerk: words & voice
Martin Rüdisser: picture

Bringing the Noise - Augenmerk - AuDioChosis

Ain't given to me at this age
Turned around with bitter rage
To watch a half-brained fool
Take front and center stage
Not taking the risk of one so sure
Letting lose the dragons kept under the floor
Hungry and ready, I
Today is not your way, it's mine
For today is not your way, it's mine
Like picking sweet grapes from the vine
I'll pluck the life away from you
And turn it into sweet, sweet wine
For all my swine to guzzle
For today is not your way, it's mine
For today is not your way, it's mine
So tell me about what you wanted to do when you were younger
And, I'll tell you that's still something you want to do, today
Don't bungle it, it's mine
And, I'll tell you that's who you are today
Sweet sister take my money
Eyes of sky and lips of honey
Today is not your way, it's mine
(P)(C)2018 Michael S. Cichon, The Quiet One. All Rights Reserved

Not your way

vocals, lyrics and melody line: Stina https://soundcloud.com/user-145322370-110316878/tracks 
synths, piano, drums: Tom
many thanks for this great collaboration !

LYRICS
Threw the sorrow times we fly above,
Above the dark water with love...
Threw the Hungry times we need to stay,
Stay alive and think about.........

Travel threw the darkest times
Travel threw a nightmare..
Travel threw our sorrow times
travel threw it all
travel threw it all .......travel threw it all
................................. threw it all (whisper)

Threw the happy times we laughed..
Laughed all day with love
Threw the happy times we had..
had a good night of sleep...

Travel threw the darkest times
Travel threw a nightmare..
Travel threw our sorrow times
travel threw it all
travel threw it all .......travel threw it all
................................. threw it all (whisper)

Threw the sorrow times
Threw the happy times
Threw the hungry times

oooooaaaaaauuuooooo Travel

Travel threw the darkest times
Travel threw a nightmare..
Travel threw our sorrow times
travel threw it all
travel threw it all .......travel threw it all
................................. threw it all (whisper)

Threw the darkest times we go
WITH LOVE!!!!!!!!

In Dark Times (with Stina)

video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnOX7wh15Rw

Hardcore Art

Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves - Henry David Thoreau.

Beneath the Stones

music . Analog Shack @analog-shack
instrumental Bone Tree here https://soundcloud.com/analog-shack/bone-tree
via Mystic Tape Deck @mystictapedeck
in the company of the very pleasant
The Pleasant Company @the-pleasant-co
vocals & their mix / artwork . Mariam Zohra D. : Myrh
lyrics from The Clowns of Blasphemy by Fauzia Rafique from her book Holier Than Life 
https://gumroad.com/products/Ywxq/edit (buy her ebook)
https://holierthanlife.wordpress.com/table-of-contents/
@uddari
gandholi.wordpress.com/media/
a Collection of Fauzia's writings is sung by myrh here
https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/sets/gandholi-fauzia-rafique-uddari
and here https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/sets/poet-fauzia-rafique-put-to

THE CLOWNS OF BLASPHEMY
by Fauzia Rafique
“Dedicated to an unidentified mentally challenged man accused of desecrating the Quran who was taken from Chanighot police station, tortured and burnt alive by a mob of 1500-2000 religious zealots in Bahawalpur, Pakistan, July 3-4/12.”

A constant clown of blasphemy
hangs over our heads
conducting this one-act
medieval play. Two three scenes
and a thousand different ways
to slaughter
men
and women
for insulting
their projection
of this entity,
the divinity,
whose man-made aura is then used
to assure
the smooth operation
of the nearest multinational
owned by the authors, directors, producers
and actors
of the Clowns of Blasphemy.
—— A one-act play
—— Boasting a blood-letting theme

Prestigious production
casting heathens
and kafirs, women
and witches, bombers
and terrorists
using real ammunition
emotions and blood, real-life deaths
announcements, pronouncements
bullying and threats. Un
-dying applause
from stunned
-into-submission
audiences. Firearms, rockets
rocks and ropes
expert skinning
hanging by the poles
klashnikov submissions
summary executions
burning with relish humans, books
music and songs
to protect the owners, holders, movers
and shakers
of the Clowns of Blasphemy.
—— A one-act play
—— Weaving a violent dream

Interacting with audiences
it fans the hysteria
to feed the hungry
wild fires
of our worldly
ambitions on the self-righteous
path to secure
for our leaders brand
new riches, collateral
damaging milli-
-ons of civi-
-llians
caught in fireworks
crossfires, revenge fires, suicide-fires
friendly-fires. With 560
army bases
on different
foreign lands, enacting
in its glory
the mafioso cultures of
the red-blood-handed
brown, yellow, black,
white investors of the Clowns of Blasphemy
—— A one-act play
—— Donning a fascist regime

The Clowns Of Blasphemy - Analog Shack | Myrh f. Poet Fauzia Rafique

Back To Liverpool

What's The Crime?

My all-synth version of the 1969 song.

[Verse 1: John Lennon]
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me

[Chorus: John Lennon]
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world

[Verse 2: John Lennon]
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

[Chorus: John Lennon]
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world
 

[Verse 3: John Lennon]
Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on, across the universe

[Chorus: John Lennon]
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world
Nothing's going to change my world

[Outro: John Lennon]
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva

Across the Universe (Murchison Array Version) (Beatles cover)

the tropical years

five thousand four hundred eighty six miles (approximately)

https://soundcloud.com/henry-koek - sax
Unearth Noise - drums, guitar, bass, production

Doyouknowhatodayis? (w/Henry Koek)

Composed, performed, produced: https://soundcloud.com/maxproaudio
OSO originalsoundsonly.com
All performed, apart rhythmic parts, real guitars, Hohner Melodica, Waldorf Pulse

Arranged and produced: @maxproaudio
2018 SGAE/Safecreative All rights reserved

Squirrels On Mars, Reggae Version

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