As usual, a work in progress until last day of the month. Enjoy!

MTD Mixtape September 2022

Stay on the Yangtze was originally released in 2018, but I temporarily pulled the track from SoundCloud to allow for further development. The additions of arpeggiated synths and emotive rototoms provided much needed depth and polish.

Sinny: rototoms, air cooler scrapes, The Night Cricket, tambourine, trashformer cymbal; rhythm, synth, guitar, and mallet programming

Stay on the Yangtze

Track 01 from the album "The Motive of the Prophets" by Psychotic Son
Words & music by Robert Lawrence Postrel
Produced and published by Rob Postrel Music (2021)
All instrumentation, vocals, and arrangement by Robert Lawrence Postrel
Release date: September 30, 2021
Official sites: https://linktr.ee/psychoticson

In the beginning, the sheep were allowed to play
Being fed their bullshit, every single day
The motive of the prophets, makes it very clear
Obey us when we tell you to, and you’ll have nothing to fear

Trouble lies ahead, and it won’t be easy
The leaders of the world are very sleazy
Hands on the cash, a finger on the button
With no regard for the utter destruction

The orange glow’s still glowing on the horizon
Still giving hope to millions and millions
The motive of the prophets, makes it very clear
Rise up and don’t repeat; the sheep will still adhere

Into the darkness, we walk
But still, we don’t see
The storm is here, so save yourself
And come with me…

The Motive of the Prophets

audiovisual and high quality on youtube: https://youtu.be/yMifwMtqvew

Lyrics

hahaha~
ah the stars are bright...
ah the stars are bright!

I'm finally free
away from your grasp
hold the ending
far the fear of eggshell walking
hold for the ending
hahaha!

oh what the fuck does it mean to you anyway?
oh what can I say?

oh the stars are bright
oh why the stars so bright?
I'm finally free...
I'm finally free!

I'm off the edge
finally free
away from your grasp
hold for the ending
Ah far from the fear of eggshell walking
hold for the end
hold for the end

What the fuck does it mean to you anyway?
oh what can I say?

Off The Edge

Paul, Mark & Mike -
https://gate.sc/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fpauljanszen.bandcamp.com%2F&token=394740-1-1652125374959
https://soundcloud.com/pau-14
https://soundcloud.com/user-102126447

Half Blind Lucy - " Occupy Our Souls "

Vorlon Rick Medlock @rick-4-1 - Drums & Percussion Ideas
She/Her Janine Levinson @janinelevinson - Vocals & Ideas 
Tiresias Phil McWalter @phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

Pronouns [Let Me Be Me)

She 
He
She 
He...

I don’t want this
I do want that
I don’t want that
I do want this
You call me he
I call me they
They call me him
Let me be me
Or be him...

She Him They Them
She Her Me Him
He Her She Him
Why not be him?

Let me be me
Let me be me
Let me
Be me
Me

© July 2022 Phil McWalter

Pronouns (Let Me Be Me)

Spotify

I Cannot (You Do Not)

Lost Lagoon

Josh and Chris put this track up on BandLab for collab and here is the Llanpsych mix :)))))

Listen to the original here 

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/3pj5voAiZSngRMtf9

Minor Swing remix - with Entheogenic Psychonaut and cgmaness

Look at me tree
All my branches broken
Leaves all gone

Words: Helen
music: Andy

Tree

Early recordings brewed up in a hybridised mixture. Includes excerpts from my very first recording with my soprano....early days pre-pandemic...another era! 

Thanks to Tuco Amalfi on Pinterest for the Illustration.

Primordial Brew

Moonlight bath

Squirrel Pants

I Remember You

when I water the plants ahead of rain
I think about how little I have done
and having lost many friends for one I gained
makes me wonder are the best times gone?

I gotta say it’s a good thing
that every glen and every crag’s still full of wonder
next time we go hunting
let’s not speak until we learn to speak like thunder 

like thunder
where the syrup’s so sweet
even assassins aren’t willing to die
thunder
where the river’s so quick
even salmon are needing to fly
thunder
where the skies are so laden with gold
even nomads are hammering nails  
thunder
where the grass is so tall
every damnation fails
thunder

when I tell our kids to watch their six  
I marvel at how little I have done
as if a string of words will make the winds 
prop them up and even steer them as they run

we must declare it a good thing
that tiny circumstance can tear our peace asunder 
next time we go hunting
let’s not speak until we learn to speak like thunder

yeah, thunder
where the silk is so smooth
no shirt or skirt ever stays on the skin
where the dawns are so new
not a child nor a man knows the shell that they’re in
where the oceans are vaster
than even the cosmos would seem to permit
where a moment can last us
for all of the lives we have poured into it

when I hold your hand like we were meant
to reach a destination by tonight
yeah we should walk but let’s not pretend
we can cross more than a puddle in our stride

we flash before the thunder calls
before the thunder calls
so let’s not speak at all
till we've been where it goes

thunder

Support Gom

Speak Like Thunder

Yes, another of my songs using 7/4.  The verse pattern is 2-2-3.  I am using the higher ranges of my voice on this song.  I sing and play lead guitar on this song.  All other instruments and effects are those available in Cubase.  The guitar is a Squire Strat with David Gilmour EMG pickups.  The guitar effect is called The Wall.

Photosynthesis

Verse 1:
The sun is shining down
No one has a frown
On the many fine plants
Nor the friendly ants
They love the warmth
Even those in the North

Chorus:
Yes photosynthesis
That is the wonder
A long word in sentences
But it has thunder
It’s not a blunder
From way down under

Verse 2:
Turning the sun’s energy to life
Just like a man who loves his wife
Bringing water and gas together
Stringing molecules in a tether
Making oxygen out of thin air
Just an expression that is so fair

Chorus

Bridge:
Photosynthesis
Life Giving Force
Keeping mankind alive

Verse 3:
The energy stored in carbohydrates
That savor on our plates
Those little sugars that taste so good
Even when they seem like wood
Are at the core of life on Earth
Even traveling from Sydney to Perth

Final Chorus:

Outro:
Thank you, plants

Photosynthesis 2

Jo Richter @sonic-textures a.k.a. Sonic Textures and Silent Stretches produced a really fascinating soundscape with poetry that he offered as an open collaboration. Here is the link to the original:
https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/concatenandus?in=sonic-textures/sets/open-for-collaboration
Here is a link to a version which Stonerjazz @user-911083679 added to. My remix is working from this one:
https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0049wav
And if you'd like to hear one more iteration of this open collab, here is a great one from Nic: https://soundcloud.com/nic_nic_nic/concatenandus-nic-version 

I was quite fascinated by Jo's poem. See below for the lyrics.  I added the full text back in after chopping up some elements of it to create this soundscape, and when it the words sit on top they line up in some very interesting serendipitous ways.

I also have just released a version with soundscape only and just snippets of words left in the background, in case you'd like to hear without the poem overlaid:
http://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/photographs

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Lyrics / copyright jo richter:
concatenandus - (on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography)

she kept wondering about all those photographs
that show flowing hair and wide, wind-swept robes
until she understood: those ropes connect halves
of a self that's caught and its dasein-based scopes

what is my real size if it's not epidermical skin?
the reach of my voice? my status, hierarchical clout?
my environmental footprints, global, within?
my life's agenda? some will being lived out?

what is my true reach into psyche, space, time?
which pasts do shape my tribulations and loves?
she thought of herself as a poor poet's rhyme,
as a reflection of life in a stock photograph.

a stranger wave of understanding hit her
when she unfolded into the moment -
she was not singled out, her whole world was with her
she was connected in a well-worn arrangement

of events manifest: she yelled out with joy:
birds nest in my hair, my feet walk the ground
this self tried to bind me, this gravitational ploy
but beyond all that hassle, spins a world that is round

Words & Photographs: Concatenandus Remix with Jo Richter's full poem

This is another collaboration that was written by STONERJAZZ, who is without a doubt one of the most major dudes out there 
Once again joined by the amazingly creative Uziel and the magical voice of Janine Levinson.  Also a first for me - working with the mighty Tea Are Sea

It's an awesome group of creative pros and I'm once again excited to be asked to play on a track with this crew.


Uziel sings, and co-produced with TMS (amazing work from her that saved us from disaster)
TRC layed down a beautiful foundation Synth track in the second half
TMS plays his Sitar and guitar and E-Bow throughout
Janine sings
Stonerjazz Lyrics/Synth/ roland boss bass and drum engine and sings.

STONERJAZZ - https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679
Janine Levinson - https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson
Uziel - https://soundcloud.com/user-455619833
Tea Are Sea - https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea

ASTEROIDS
LYRics. by SToNeRJAZZ

Some asteroids in outer space are made of cheese.
We only need to capture one of these
And we can feed everyone in the world for free.
I'm hoping it won't be a Roquefort or a Brie,
A nice sharp cheddar would be just fine with me.

Make a list check the box then move on
Lock the door, mop the floor, do the chores then move on.
Love the world if you're able, if you're not please set the table
Time to eat, wash your feet, eat your meat
Repeat with rice and beans and broccoli.

High speed snow and sleet outside
While we practice worldwide genocide
In the name of economic prosperity
How bout you, if you were boss what would You do?

Wood nymph hiding stealthily behind a giant Douglas fir
Off to the west. A most majestic tree.
She took my hand that girl with diamonds in her eyes
And said now follow me to a clearing where they were singing songs of love and war.

Getting back trying to unlock the doors
Crucifixion is the perfect antidote for lethargy
Oh can't you see.
If we had our druthers we'd be getting back to where we were before
Even though that bridge is burning brightly in the middle of a balmy night
The dog wood bloomed
Reminded me it used to be her favorite tree
When she still loved me like a bell that rings in distant memories

ASTEROIDS - STONERJAZZ,  Janine Levinson, Uziel, Tea Are Sea

They Ain't Butchering Alonzo, Oh No  - 9:15:22, 2.04 AM

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling: idea, dices, coins, and tailored beat.
https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk: fantastic lyrics and speech.
https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo: music and short long singing in the middle.

This track was proposed by Alex within his https://soundcloud.com/musicbychance project: I should make a song with chords Fmaj9 - Dmin7b5 - Gmin9 - G#maj7#5, in that order, on a 3/4 - 117bpm rhythm.

I must say the first try with those coordinates already sounded very suggestive, soon melodies came jamming with keyboard (hear it on the left) and guitars. Alex offered himself to work on a beat and both decided to call Karin in as a great cherry on top of the track, which was a truly good decision, as I hope you, reader listener, agree.

Lyrics:

Full of doubts I go through the night to the garden,
fear consumes courage and feeds worries.

For the fifth time I run to the beach to look the wild sea,
fascinatedly watching the scudding water mountains

Hard to let go of fears, my heart is deaf.
However, only the bright sight counts.

The night has made off,
a few feathers still in the field
in the morning sun.

Night plumage and heavy cloths,
now they're lying somewhere else.

I am seeking the step from yesterday,
that lead me here.

I see the scarp in the stone,
in the rock I understand the night
and I hand over my doubts and fears.

Morning territory in which my breath writes.

Only the Bright Sight Counts (with Augenmerk + Wou-Wou&TheWormling) [Music By Chance]

Other People's Children - The Lliam, Malcolm, Beva Trio. 
This one recorded and mixed by Mike Grace

They found me in a noodle factory up on planet Pluto
They couldn’t figure what to do they thought I was a noodle
So they hung me up and hosed me down enough to make a worm ill
but just before my eyes caved in she said life’s not that futile

I understand the sadness buried deep beneath your eyes
gets in the way takes up space there’s too much else to occupy
I got it too I feel it’s terror well beneath my breast
and when it rears its ugly head we’ll crush the buggy fest

What is it that turns my head and makes my eyes to stare
into this piercing silence cant you speak if you are there
too many noodles not enough salt the butter’s disappeared
I get the feeling it’ll never be right and then she grabs my ear

Other Peoples Children

Planet Noodle

OPC - Planet Noodle

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