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HAZY BODIES PASS SOARING HIGH

MTD Mixtape May 2025

STAR GAZING BENEATH THE EYEBROWS OF HYDRA

Retro-Tone ...... liked and reposted picks

Mystic Tape Deck

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚 new

My father once told me:
The truth is, in this huge universe, we are all small and meaningless, 
but for one another we are the world.
you & me.

Sleep well, you made me see.

The Wild Blooming Lemonades 🌻

Sleep Well

👾NOT SO MANY MISTAKES ONLY ONE MISTKE. 👾

music, mix & master - Tulgirdas

Mistke

Use headphones for much better listening experience!

Kaltevat Marenkisillat

Some things belong underground, though they may emerge every now and then to feed in the night.

"The Busy Worms" is a sweet little bedtime story about things which wiggle and dance in the serious moonlight. So let's dance. But then it's time for bed.


LYRICS
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(What? Oh I guess I can tell you one little story. Ok, lay down...)

A wee little wiggle, deep underground
Turn of the shovel, see what we've found
Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

Now don't worry darling, don't catch a fright
The worms are just hungry, they feed in the night
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
Dance in the moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

The earth is no object, it's just passing through
They keep the soil healthy for me and for you
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
The serious moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Did you ever think when a hearse drives by
That you may be the next to die?
They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
That covers you from your head to your feet
They'll lower you down in a deep dark pit
And leave you alone to rot in it
The big black bug with the big red eyes
Crawls in your innards and out your sides
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They dance the watusi upon your snout
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

(Good night, sweet dreams. See you in the morning!)

The Busy Worms

Synesthesia is main motif for this song, first because of original lyrics, then as I felt like adding it more flavor with female vocals*, & finally when I recently watched some paintings about this matter**.

*Great vocal performance by https://soundcloud.com/maraoldfield is most notorious matter in this piece, where riffing parts toggle with bass-guided proggy ones.

**Due credits to https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling for ad hoc painting of the song’s artwork.

Letra  /  Lyrics:

QUIERO SABER SI HACE CALOR  /  I WANT TO KNOW IF IT IS HOT

En verano, insoportable,  /  In summer, unbearable,
todo está lleno de ruido.  /  everything is full of noise.
El invierno, silencioso,  /  The winter, silent,
que congela los sonidos.  /  which freezes the sounds.

No quisiera quedarme sorda  /  I don’t want to get deaf
sin saber cuándo hace frío.  /  not  knowing when it’s cold. 
No quisiera quedarme sorda  /  I don’t want to get deaf
para saber si hace frío.  /  so as to know if it’s cold.

Los días soleados  /  Sunny days
acompañan al estío  /  go along with the summer
y cuando llega el invierno  /  and when the winter comes
el cielo está oscurecido.  /  the sky is darkened.

No quisiera quedarme ciega  /  I don’t want to get blind
sin saber cuándo hace frío.  /  not  knowing when it’s cold.
No quisiera quedarme ciega  /  I don’t want to get blind
para saber si hace frío.  /  so as to know if it’s cold.

ER24CH04 ©1995 ®2015

Quiero saber si hace calor (Vocals by Mara​Oldfield)

🚀 Cosmic Voyage 🚀

Dive into a mind-bending journey through sound with this psychedelic EDM masterpiece. Blending ethereal melodies, pulsating basslines, and other worldly textures, this track transports you into a realm of cosmic exploration and spiritual awakening. Perfect for late- night drives, meditation sessions, or losing yourself on the dance floor. This Song is your tiecket to a trippy, transcendent experience. 

Plz Follow me !

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space

Written - Fat Pockets
Bass, keys - Fat Pockets
Vocals - Fat Pockets
Last verse - Lou Brindell

Mixed and mastered by Fat Pockets.
This is a Mega Royal production. Don't sleep!!!

El Ugly feat. Lou Brindell

GATES OF HEAVEN (Ft. Molly Barnett)

Created entirely with Synplant 2 (https://soniccharge.com/synplant)

Flowers in the sky

A song about the ultimate bond, one of unconditional love and complete surrender. 

Video: https://www.instagram.com/p/DKe2HPgoxd5/

Vocals (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): Elpiverse
Keyboards (Composition, Arrangement & Performance): @counterworlds-voltage
Mix, Mastering: Elpiverse (with valuable guidance from @counterworlds-voltage)
Production: @counterworlds-voltage, Elpiverse
Lyrics: Elpiverse
Cover Art: Elpiverse

Floating
Drifting
Soft 
And warm

Floating
Drifting
Soft 
And warm

Breathe

Dreaming of the light 
Sleeping by your side

Breathe

Breathe

Umbilical Love

Gardenia Vanilla

It's strange... but it always made me think of frogs... :-) real groove control  ;-)

Freaky Frog

Original track here: https://soundcloud.com/user-659662265/make-some-noise

Make Some More Noise

thanks to Martin for the work done on this loop

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982

https://soundcloud.com/mkandersson1982/marty-andersson-from-the-archives-story-time-with-marty-mcmuphin


Lyrics
A young man, making his way to South Town by Bicycle, was abruptly stopped in his tracks
by a wandering tortoise.
The Bicycle jerk forwarded his suddenly pushed on the brake, an open can of energy drink
was then flung from his free hand, spilling over the tortoise.
The tortoise became super charged and sped away, clocking 100 miles per hour.
Ostropper, what he just witnessed, the man fainted, falling sideways from his bicycle,
later awakening in his basement with tabs of LSD, littered



Un jeune homme, se dirigeant vers South Town à vélo, a été brusquement arrêté dans son élan.
par une tortue errante.
Le crétin du Vélo a présenté sa soudaine pression sur le frein, une canette ouverte de boisson énergisante
a ensuite été projeté de sa main libre, se répandant sur la tortue.
La tortue est devenue super chargée et s'est enfuie, atteignant 100 milles à l'heure.
Ostropper, ce dont il vient de voir, l'homme s'est évanoui, tombant de côté de son vélo,
se réveillant plus tard dans son sous-sol jonché des comprimés de LSD,

BREAKING NEWS.  🎧

When The Wind Blows

👾 The Untold Gospel 👾
Mary of Methlehem is abducted and has a close encounter with an alien messiah-to-be. The result? The “immaculate” conception of lil baby Jesus… but make it extraterrestrial. Turns out the Christian God was an alien all along. 👽

The Methlehem Abduction

Sunday morning. ( 1993 ) Eddy Mango - Margareta Theorin ( Eddy )

The Crystal Caves is a symbol of submission, revelation, and the enigmatic boundary between knowledge and madness. It depicts vast, gleaming caverns deep beneath the earth’s crust, where immense quartz crystals grow like frozen lightning. These radiant formations are not merely geological wonders — they are conduits of consciousness, forming the neural lattice of an ancient, mythological intelligence.

In the lore of this card, humanity’s collective fears and desires are imprinted upon the crystals, forming an unfathomable archive of thoughts and memories. Faced with an existential crisis — be it environmental collapse, war, or spiritual disillusionment — a select few are chosen to hear the ringing. This sound, like a chorus of distant bells reverberating inside their minds, is a calling from the depths. Those who submit to the summons venture into the Crystal Caves, seeking understanding. Others resist, unwilling to face the knowledge that awaits — and in doing so, are consumed by the madness of dissonance.

This card challenges us to confront our inner callings. It asks whether we are willing to descend into the recesses of our own minds, face the uncomfortable truths that lie within, and emerge transformed. Alternatively, it warns of the destructive consequences of rejecting growth when the time has come to evolve.

Drums, piano, vibes: R Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Vocals, PS Perkins
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Tascam DP24SD + StudioOne 7 + a bunch of cheap mics

LYRICS
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In the ways of the world from the crib to the grave
Everybody’s a slave
Ain't nobody gonna save us

Save your bellyachin for another day
Baby they got ways
Of making you behave

When you hear those bells ringing in your brain
Before they drive ya insane
Get on a boat or a plane

Take the golden taxi to the crystal caves
It’s a little like doomsday
You’re gonna have to be brave

Come join your friends in the crystal caves
Meet the underground conclave
At the standing wave

Gonna put the computer right into your vein
Connect the aqueous membrane
To the mineral mainframe

Gonna jump and jive when they play that jazz
Sprinkle on the pizazz
And just a little bit of zip zap biddly bap foo bar baz

Come and disappear in the crystal cave
Everybody’s a slave
Ain't nobody gonna save us

Now that you’ve arrived, won't you come on in?
We’re all about to begin
To start shedding our skin

Make like a snake, and gobble up that tail
It’s a hwale of a fairy tale
On the shell of a snail

In the mystery maze deep under the ground
A little magic we found
A way a watch can be unwound

To begin again inside the cave alone
A place we’re gonna call home
Amidst the shimmering stone

In the ways of the world from the crib to the grave
Everybody’s a slave
Ain't nobody gonna save us

The Crystal Caves

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Attacca
: attack at once 
—used as a direction in music at the end of a movement to begin the next without pause.

Movement. .......................................................................  Timeline

1st .............War Cry ......Call to Arms ...............................0.00--1.55
2nd............The Advance to Battle ...................................1.55--2.48
3rd.............The Battle Begins...........................................2.48--3.59
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Attacca

"Attacca"

https://soundcloud.com/plex-auchta - bass guitar and drums
lil' spaceman - beatbox and vocals

susie's got an uzi

The Great Awakening
I wish you all HAPPY EASTER!
  Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Lillithe: Music, Arrangement and Production

THE GREAT AWAKENING

Jag vill ha kaffe. ( 1997 ) Eddy Mango ( Eddy )

Close Encounters of the Thirst Kind is what happens when an alien funk cult intercepts Earth radio, hears LMLYP, and decides to respond. It’s slimy. It’s sweaty. It vibrates at a frequency only detectable by horny lifeforms.

Warning: May cause spontaneous orbit grinding and unexpected transmissions from Uranus.
Best enjoyed under strobe lights and mild psychosis. 🛸💦🐸

Close Encounters of the Thirst Kind (👽LMLYP )

iris

SOAR / feat. Odarka / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics Odarka:
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23305/soar-acapella-by-odarka-95bpm-pop-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering

SOAR feat ODARKA

Hazy Moonlit Night

l'art pour l'art - Chiaroscur
April 2025
Duration: 3:10
Listen to the Playlist, l'art pour l'art: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/lart-pour-lart
Cover art painting: Carol Klepper
Cover art lettering: John-Marc Ventimiglia
For guitar, harp, bansuri, Bhutan bells, Tibetan singing bowls, brushed gong, gong, virtual instruments and percussion

l'art pour l'art - Chiaroscur

Modes About Me - Dead Body
Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Dead Body

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Hydra

Interlude 3

The amazingly Valuable Friends joined me as we left the planet:

@rick-4-1 Earthquake Sofa Drums
@janinelevinson Interplanetary Dove Vocals
@phil-mcwalter The Other Burnt Launchpad Stuff

Drums recorded at Mickleton Studio, Coventry UK
Other instruments and vocals recorded at EPG Studios, Chelsea, London, UK
Janine's vocals recorded at The Levinson Sound Studio, LA, Calif, USA
Phil's additional vocals recorded at Anslow Gate Studio, Staffs, UK
ReMixed & ReMastered at EPG.

Thanks to Rob Campling for assisting with string theory.

RUNAWAY STARS - THE UNEXPURGATED CODE

We have a duty to be here
Without us
Who'd see the runaway stars
Who could walk along the beach
Look for seventh waves
And feel the wind up high
We sit and talk all
Through the night
Travel our world and share our castaway finds

We have a duty to be here
To hear the song
Feel the heart of forever
Burning holes within black holes

There is a reason
To turn the page
Quantum runes feed today’s exit phase
We burned new colours
On Launchpad Love
In earthquake sofas seeking twigs from the dove

We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars

Inside our bubble
We heard your tongue
Repeating echoes paraphrase the song

Break

We burnt new colours
On Launchpad Love
In earthquake sofas seeking twigs from the dove

And we have a duty to be here
Without us who would see the runaway stars

Solo

Without us who'd see the runaway stars

And we have a purpose
To exist to hear the song
Feel the heart of forever
Burning holes within black holes

Don’t lay down and rest now
Lift your head
The stars change colour as they drift past your bed
The Sun is expanding
Eternal night
May return to shield our escape flight

We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars
We are the runaway stars

And we have a duty to be here
Without us
Who would see the runaway stars
Who would see the runaway stars
Who would count the runaway stars

© Phil McWalter Aug 2020
Image: Photo taken by James McWalter at Beachy Head where the returning WWII planes knew they had made it back home. AI rockets layered on.

The Runaway Stars - The Unexpurgated Code

Contemporary Eyebrows

Andy Mineo Ft Lecrae VS Young Thug (Dramantic Remix)

Please welcome to join Syntaleta community on www.patreon.com/syntaleta
Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)

But I've Got the Wings

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

The Feathered Crown is a card of pride, loss, and the aftermath of hubris. It draws upon two rich veins of folklore — the Appalachian belief in a feathered crown found beneath a dying person’s pillow, and the ancient myth of the Sirens and the Muses. Together, these stories form a layered symbol of reckoning, the echoes of lost glory, and the burdens of victory.

In Appalachian tradition, discovering a tightly woven feathered crown in a pillow was often seen as a sign that the soul of the deceased had passed to heaven, a mysterious mark of spiritual judgment. In mythology, after the Muses defeated the Sirens in a singing contest, the Sirens were stripped of their wings as punishment for their arrogance. The Muses, triumphant, wove the plucked feathers into radiant crowns — symbols of their victory but also of the destruction they wrought.

This card stands at the intersection of triumph and regret. It speaks of victories that come at a cost, the spoils of conquest weighed down by lingering guilt or sorrow. The Feathered Crown reminds us that success without humility invites ruin. It asks whether our pursuits of recognition or superiority are worth the burdens we carry in their wake.

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Drums, Percussion, Keyboards: Ron Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Banjo, Lyre, Vocals, Midi: PS Perkins

Mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Dedicated to Josephine of the Mouse Folk

LYRICS
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I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
As you don your supple plumage, tell me did you win it truly
From the fairest maidens of Persephone?
Are your songs of grief and woe, are they songs of deep regret?
With feathers plucked from silvery Sirens wings?
Or from the tails of rainbow ravens perching just outside your window
Waiting for the passing ships to hear them sing
Waiting for the passing ships to hear you sing

Dashed upon the rotten rocks of harpy limbed nightingales
Where tides resound with death inducing cries
As the sailors climb and clamor for a seat upon the razor
And a melody to cling to as they die
Rejoicing in the arts of their inglorious ease,
Freely frolic where the churning waters flow
Diving from the clifftops, splashing down into the seas below
Charming in both poetry and prose
Alluring in both poetry and prose

Whosoever dare to wear the feathers in their hair
Like the parrot and the magpie in a cage
That we may divert our stare from the circling of the bear
While standing proud upon the heavens final stage
When the starry sisters nine, with their bellies full of wine
Have bested you at your own foolish games
And the ships all passing by which now leave you there to die
Having never even known your given names
Having never even known your real names

I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
Oh, Josephine, you should have known better.

The Feathered Crown

When https://soundcloud.com/dneye asked me for a track to play his fantastic guitars on, I brainstormed this 5/4 piece with odd chord set in order to make it difficult to him and thus get the best from his skills. After programming it, I added some organic solos (yep I played keys) to make it seem more friendly ;))))

And he... succeeded in the challenge, overcoming all my expectations !!!

Five by D'n'Eye: guitar1, guitar2, guitar3, guitar4, harp.
Five by E-Ruizzo: piano, bass, mellotron, organ, drums.

Hope you'll enjoy this our first post in the new year !!


High Five !! (with D'n'Eye)

Songster version was a little ‘copla’ about not being able to be with, nor without, a loved person.  As usual, I’ve ‘upgraded’ it, process from which you only get the final result, normally. 

But, following lyrics’ contradictions, I not only serve parts with different levels of (dis)order in heavy rock - flamenco sauce, but raw vs very cooked parts as well, starting with the improvised phone recording of the very first idea I had to develop the song, so please excuse my failures and noises.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)  /  I know where you're coming from (Don’t you leave again)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pena,        /  when you come with that sweet sad face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes llorando sin que te duela,     /  when you come crying without any pain,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando dices que quieres hablar conmigo,  /  when you say that you want to talk to me,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando quieres estar al lado mío,                /  when you want to be by my side,

te veo venir (x3)                                           /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pilla,          /  when you come with that sweet sly face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa sonrisa, chiquilla,    /  when you come with that smile, little girl,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

ER33FI03 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016


Factor Integrante

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)

written by Rita Braga

Rita Braga - vocals, ukulele, percussions

Millions Of Reflections

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