A collection of our favorite tracks while browsing ye olde cloude of sounds in October 2018

MTD Mixtape October 2018

Jennifer ( faust Krautrock cover )

Make It Her, Forever

Memórias do Fogo

Café

Original written song ft. Mies on vocals. Written and all instruments by The Cruel Horizon musician of an One Man's Band. Idea and words taken from to the internet. Like to thank PeeBee for coaching and support. a BoysRoomRecords® production 2018
Lyrics:
trust someone who can see in you:  
the sorrow behind your smile
trust someone who can see in you
the love behind your anger
 
Trust before you love.
Know before you judge. 
Commit before you promise. 
Forgive before you forget. 
Appreciate before you regret.

Smile and no one will see 
how broken you are inside.
but trust the one who asks
the thoughts behind your smile

the reason behind your silence

2 Cruel Horizon

Trust ft. Mies

check out Saltmen's version feauturing Koma Gaeshi on guitars

https://soundcloud.com/saltmen2018/a-cup-of-tea

A Cup of Tea

Los Niños De Maat

Lyrics:

His halo has lifted, it drifted away
And the people who choose black or white, he paints grey
Knowledge and skills are his currency
Their predictability a handshake

Their pillars, once ripe, are brought down in one swipe
To make the land our church, and forgiveness - unheard
A shrine rebuilt for all seeking sure defeat
The ones who dare to dance, limber and discreet

Plucked from his tree, pulled off of his track
Placed in captivity with walls thick of glass
Displayed as a menace, an infectious seed about
Warning those who question convention and its clout

Collapsing on a thinly stiffened cot
And fighting the stench from a porcelain pot
A carving knife lies beside fruits that rot
A clever plot, but his spite's all he's got

His room sits amongst the union square
An invitation for all to come and stare
Disciples of tradition, they gather in his despair
The chairmen of conviction applaud for their snare
			
His roots retire
Under this enemy choir
Whittled and weak with desire
Entwined in a patient pyre

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Anecdote:

Frustrated with the deceit and dishonesty prevalent in society, a man decides to dismantle the village structure using his intellect and witty trickery. He utilizes the people's weak principles as leverage against them, hoping to prompt a realization that could lead them to building a much stronger foundation of consciousness. But his plans backfire, and he's captured by the townsfolk, imprisoned, and put on display in a transparent cell which sits in the village square. They study their captive like a deprived primate, and entertained by his suffering, hope he fulfills his own punishment by doing himself in.

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Scott Mitchell Gorski - Upright Bass, Voice 
Lindsey Paige Miller - Cello 

Songs, Lyrics, and Concept By Scott Mitchell Gorski 
Cello Parts written by Lindsey Paige Miller 

Recorded and Mixed by Greg Norman at Electrical Audio in Chicago, IL
Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering Service in Chicago, IL
Produced by Okapi

Carousel (Part I)

Quarantine

Blue Hour Murder Mystery

A music hall experiment in 3/4 time waltz, drums in the style of Manic Depression by the Jimi Hendrix Experience, another poke at social conventions and my distaste for conformity...

Portrait Of Absinthe Minded Polly

Harriet's sister lives life wantonly
Uninvited attentions are welcomed with glee
But all eyes are on Etta 
For she's tres jolie
Oh they just can't see

They just can't see
Why?

To forget Sir Walpole Ratchett
You sit on your mother's casket
Drowning droplets of green pleasure 
With Earl Grey tea

Wilhelmina declines ooh la la
Attending occasions 
With perfect sang froid
But they all laugh with Etta
For she's fancy free
So what about thee?

They just can't see...
Why?
 
To forget their expectations 
Of class and society
You decline to entertain 
Any notion of propriety

Portrait of absent mine dead Polly
Where did you go?

They just can't see.

The 1969 plays; vocal, vocal harmonies, bass guitar, electric guitar, 12 string electric guitar, piano, electric harpsichord & hammond organ plugins, drum loop sequencing.

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

Recorded September 2018

Portrait Of Absinthe Minded Polly

this song was written around a poem. but as music has it's own cadent sanctity i couldn't fit the whole thing in without compromise.

so here is the poem:

 "Witch Hazel"

5 year fathom watches watches,
stillborn every second second,
every biding breath it botches,
every burden bares it's beckon,

"time's the cup that drinks from you,
the carvened starvened quaffing challice,
press it to your lips anew,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom weighs the way,
in 1/16th of ever after,
kindle-clocks counting decay,
in oft regurgitated laughter,

"every thought's a treason plot,
a handle hewn in cares grown callous,
picks you up to smash you down,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rode the road,
it's pressures poured into impostures,
each angle set to explode,
in seamy seams of dream imposters,

"drown your druthers cupid-careful,
find no fears and make no malice,
still you simper for a stareful,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,

5 year fathom rolls the roles,
the marrow-masks that try to wear him,
tumblings take of tithing  tolls,
their irredeemers
set to scare him,

"dampen drove the bridal bridle,
purity's your pleasure pallace,
phallacy's your idle idol,"
-Virginiana Hammemalis,


(and here are the additional lyrics i wrote to fit the song structure)

stop/start
help me and mine, to be gentle and kind,
while the signal behind, melts my mody and bind,
help me and mine, to be gentle and kind,
while the signal behind, melts my mody and bind,

NO!

what do you know?
I know i love you,

NO!

what do you know?
I know i love you,

do i ever! do i ever! do i ever!

unconditional love,
subliminal, sublime, 
(i know)
patience is mine,
if i just take the time,
(to show)

only what's true,
monkey see monkey do,
though we sleep dreaming that we're awake,
and have to make our own mistakes,

my love...

every word's a wager,
speak them softly,
awful comes so awfully,

every angry utterance, is a seed of regret,
haven't you found yourself yet?

there you are:
reflected in her eyes,
you have to be the man,
 that she believes in you to be,

oh if you could only see,

opening  your eyes,
opening your eye...

Virginiana Hamamelis



<a href='https://theartistunion.com/tracks/50b096'>Download for free on The Artist Union</a>

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Jetsetter

I have decided to re-release all my "Spirit Magnet" stuff as "the turtle project", just makes more sense ,so expect more of these this month. 

Spooktober is here :)

Welcome To Boo Town

My old SC mate Micah played drums to test a friend’s recording set, and sent me some cuts full of improvised breaks and tempos. I love time changes, yet this was really challenging!

I finally chose two of them and jammed with bass until I learnt his story telling.
Then, I clicked on the red button, again and again.

Drums played ad libitum by Micah Gettys https://soundcloud.com/graphicsontelevisions https://soundcloud.com/letterpressmighty 
Drums engineered and mixed by Dean Johnston https://soundcloud.com/forest-of-dean
Other sounding stuff made in Ruizzoidman's bedroom.
Artwork also makeshifted by Micah Gettys, oh, what a dude !!

Floating Point (with Micah Gettys)

music . Kinsâme  @bissecta @kins-me @kiyotoyoshihara
lyrics / vocals / artwork . Bissecta de Kinsâme @user-903486738
vocals  . Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

included in Benzaiten Muses II Women in Experimental Music by Cian Orbe https://cianorbe2nd.bandcamp.com/album/benzaiten-muses-ii-women-in-experimental-music-cior-347

Part of the album "WARRIOR WITCHES"
https://bissecta-and-the-muses.bandcamp.com/album/warrior-witches-wip-whip
https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/sets/with-bissecta-de-kinsa-me

Sourire l'acte (The end of the world)
Aux noms de tous tes noms Déesse des Dieux! Les évasions deviennent consommables, consumables, conspirées par le cortège des oracles guerrières  moites de cette succion d'éther. Celles-là qui font misère des cordes à peines comptées, parfois entrevues durant le vivre et le mourir en la seule seconde terrifiante, orgasmique, mourir et vivre en la seconde qu'Elle éclate,
Mère de la misère corde. En la seconde mourir et vivre, vivre et mourir en la seconde. Louanges à Déesses! Horribles câlins naissant dans le vent des ans où va et vient le débit désabusé, bel amour sans condition qui soupire les ondes des forgerons attestant le rythme radial, grand blanc semé à la trace odorante de ses voix. Saigneuses des univers. Celles-là même qui trament misère des cordes. Vénérer pleinement chaque porteur par pulsions premières sous le planning sévère de quelques planètes envieuses d'être épelées du feu à quatre pattes insoumises; seul ce feu faisait mine de savoir l'eau interstitielle. Mères des misères cordes. Mourir et vivre en sa seconde. En sa seconde,
mourir et vivre. Reines des secondes sans jugement. Telle la silhouette en treillis assouvissant de déserts les humains accrochés à leurs crampes encrées aux milliards de maux, par inadvertance, offerts afin qu'ils bâtissent, oui ces salopes avec ou sans pénis, les humains qui bâtissent ces piliers
dorées soutenant cette vacuité sure d'eux. C'est vous que j'adore! Vous! Dont je méprise le but. Plaies pyrrhiques abruptes aussi abrutissantes que l'obscurantisme des réverbères coincés sur la castration féodale incrustée aux fausses pierres et leurs nouvelles prières des putains de pères. Perds-moi vers la plaine gauche: alors les capacités persisteront à siffler le violet flûté encore, flûté, flûté, profondément flûté sur la pression psychique hurlée, flûtée, juste unisson et passion sans pardon, flûtée et harpée avec la cruelle croyance criarde des crocs qu'ameute la marche têtue de l'araignée. Vers la plaine gauche de celles que vous avez vidées de méfaits. En votre seconde mourir
et vivre, vivre et mourir en votre seconde. Je vous prie d'y passer en premier; je vous aime car vous secondes croustillaient les lobes qu'elles prennent signataires des astres lagunaires, elles y demeurent volatiles au claquement de doigts, leur demeure première et seconde s'évapore lasse des lèvres pluvieuses, vers la plaine gauche. Oui c'est la plaine de celles qui bafouent votre
bienveillance et de celles des troublantes trouvailles censées commettre la langue du parsec convulsif qui goutte ainsi la seconde où il se doit de mourir et de vivre. Vivre et mourir en la seconde. De ta main, de ta seconde, mourir et vivre. Vivre et mourir de ta main, de ta seconde.
My muse will live at the end of the world
My Muse will live at the end of the world. 
From deep water he feel everything. 
Spell drunk this time wrapped into syntony. 
Once upon the space who surround us. 
Life care and sing Death, Death care and sing Life.
It was fairy empty of word
It was nearly the big mouth laughing
It was merry with this six toys that traps
My muse will leave at the end of the world.
Come on sweet newt dive into the lava...

Bissecta & The Muses

Into The Lava - Bissecta De Kinsâme | Myrh

carnivore inside me..? inside my subjective cave .?
first came the visual painting remained unnamed . week later came the track in 30 min .
no ego deliberation.just the Unconscious working inside , the ego just the experiencer of the experience.
i need to keep myself from writing my own tracks.everything my ego mind does is propaganda , every time the muse getting the gig, art is made.?

bacon goggles

My dark and devious take on Sulevia's amazing 'Soaring' track. 
Really cool of Sylvia to write these words expressly for this collaboration. 
@sulevia_sylvia

Words and Voice: Sulevia
Orchestration: BP
Original track: https://soundcloud.com/sulevia_sylvia/soaring-1

Produced by Belial Pelegrim

Music notes-dance
In the moonstone
Purple Thought flight
Docked to not-enough
Your voices
Breathing in space
You sound to us
In eternal hall
Circle in circle
I'm coming home
Feel what it means
Being the gravity

© sulevia 2018, for Belial Pelegrim

Soaring [Holy Village Mix] SULEVIA+PELEGRIM

electricpaul: vocals, rhythmic guitars, lyrics & music https://www.instagram.com/electricpaul
piero peluche: lead guitar, bass, drums, mix & master www.pieropeluche.yolasite.com/
DOWNLOAD: https://fottutobianco.bandcamp.com/track/big-heart

I've got a big heart
You got to know where to start
I've got a hard time
Like fruit that rots on the vine
I've got a good grudge
Who are you to judge ?
It doesn't mean much
Maybe just be out of touch

Oh, you know
When you punching low
Oh, you feel
You're on even keel
Oh, you know
And so it goes

I've got a cold stone
and that's just ripe to throw
I've got a steel grin
Tightly stretching my chin
I've got a firm hand
So you know where I stand
And when the time comes
You got to get up and run



Oh, you know
To grow, you show
Up, and down
A troll, a clown
To get love
You've got to give from above

I've got some pale skin
Oh so ruddy and thin
I've got a hard nose
That spites my face and it knows
I've got an old bone
That I pick and I hone
I've got a thick head
That will remain when I'm dead

Oh, you know
You reap what you sew
Hey, ho ! 
I work the land with my hoe
So, so
You just never know

Big Heart

wrote this tune 20 years ago. some things never change. 

written and performed by yours truly.

Asking Questions (Am I the Devil?)

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