Well I almost scrapped this song but after 3 weeks writing words, and then realizing how fun it is to sing, i kept it. I'm trying to figure out how to add a little lightheartedness to my music, but i think this one just turned out creepy lol. NOTE:  I always felt a little uncomfortable with the words, i just really didn't like them, so I reworked the chorus and a few other lines, and rerecorded the vocals. It seems a little better now...
 

I've seen my own worst enemy
Every night just staring back at me
Through the mirror with such animosity
And baby, it drives me crazy
I don’t understand what’s with this guy,
He don’t know that he’s alive
He combs his hair on the wrong side

I don’t expect you to understand,
But I’ve got these hammers for my hands
I like to start with everything
and smash away what I don’t need
and scattered all around are the pieces off of me
oh baby can’t you see what this done has to me

It’s a strange strange situation 
I need a little information
If it’s real or just imagination
Don’t say it’s so, I can’t believe 
Its down to you and me again
Up against the world my friend
Who can say   how this will end
 
It’s 3am and you’re slamming doors
Cause ‘I don’t speak your language anymore’
While I’m on my knees picking pieces
Of me up off the floor, 
I can’t lose much more, these pieces could be the last of me,
I wish I could see the way you see
is there anything left in this debris

Hammer Hands

New EP (final track)

amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/mcmlxx

Music, lyrics, mixing, production: Verulium
Vocals: Amanda

Lyrics:

I’m a veteran  of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place to stay
I’ve found a place to stay

And when I look back now
There is no cure
For the cruel existence we endured
We endured

I’m a veteran of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place that I can stay
On Neptune 17
Hiding from the all seeing machine
It tracks you, it drags you down
I’m lost, can I be found?
I’m lost, I don’t want to be found

And when I look back now
There is no cure
For the cruel existence we endured
We endured

And now times have changed
This space machine will help me make it to the end
To the end

I’m a veteran of the psychic war
Never before have I been so happy on the sidelines
Far away
I’ve found a place that I can stay
On Neptune 17
Hiding from the all seeing machine
It tracks you, it drags you down
I’m lost, can I be found?
I’m lost, I don’t want to be found

MCMLXX

Psychic War

Electric Rebel

Ventotene, a small island in the Mediterranean. Under a breathtaking starry sky, waiting for the dawn.
Thanks to @RosinDust for her gorgeous violins. I am always grateful for her willingness and enthusiasm.
In the last period I worked a lot on things written some time ago, so I had not composed anything new for a few months and, as always happens in these cases, I was a little afraid of having run out of creative vein. That's why, with this new piece, I'm happy and ready for the next time when I'm definitely going to ask myself, once again, "oh my god, is this over?" :)

Here the other collaborations with Tatiana:
soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

In the photo, of course, Ventotene.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

It's almost dawn - with Rosin Dust

élite - a r r

élite

Read the short story which accompanies this song here: 
>>>> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-forest-witch-2/ <<<<

All instruments, mix and production by PS Perkins and R Thomas

LYRICS
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Fare thee well, on a bell, may I spill you a tear?
See the storm clouds approaching?
Hear the riders drawing near?
The bishop has sent forth all their bloodthirsty pawns
To capture your head, and to cast it to bronze, on a bell

Were you healing the sick? Were you raising the dead?
Won't you tell me, on a bell, what they'd want with your head?
Did you fly like a bird? Did you buzz like a bee?
Did you frolic with the faeries and talk to the trees?

On a bell, on a bell, from the woods where you dwell
Can you heal me on a bell, put me under your spell
On a bell, on a bell, ringing through your shady dell
Can you tell me, on a bell, who they're sending to hell?
On a bell.

Can you heal me on a bell, gaze deep in my soul
As we follow three hares down their dark and twisted holes?
And so, on a bell, as we go around again
The ending is where all beginnings begin

On a bell, on a bell, from the woods where you dwell
Can you heal me on a bell, put me under your spell
On a bell, on a bell, ringing through your shady dell
Can you tell me, on a bell, who they're sending to hell?
On a bell.

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Forest Witch

A song about a relationship that struggles against other peoples prejudices and aggression.
A big thanks to Nat from me & Noobly for agreeing to sing on the track to create the feeling and the moment of the song ……
Butterfly Lips 


Lyrics: Butterfly Lips 

V1

Were like the pantomime villians
Everyone boo’s when we enter the room 
We’re just an Imprint on your souls 
That you left like an unkept wilted rose
It feels like we have been dropped off 
After diving to the middle of nowhere 
So we will clear our desk find a box
Fill it right up and fuck right off

Pre Chorus 

It’s been one of those days 
Now it’s one of those nights x2

Chorus 

And the one thing that we never resist
Is the taste of our butterfly lips x2

V2
We are the coffee flavour
in our mix up bag  of revels
Maybe that’s the reason why is everyone bitter and dishevelled
So our moral gymnastics as  somersaulted through the roof again
So we will clear our desk find a box
Fill it right up and fuck right off

Pre chorus 
Chorus 



V3
Many people like to  claim Responsible for the success
But we find ourselves on our own 
For the failures and regrets 
So keep it short and keep sweet 
Cause we’re listening through gritted teeth 
So we will  clear our desk find a box fill it up and fuck right off 

Pre chorus 
Chorus

Butterfly Lips  ~ Conscience of Kings with Nat Daniels

New EP, Bee Sting is out now. 'Cherry Cola Tree is a b-side from it but check out the whole release :)

https://woodlandtapeexchange.bandcamp.com/album/bee-sting

Bee Sting

Cherry Cola Tree

Funk Rock Town / Paploviante 2022
Paploviante Slap Bass, Music, Picture and Mix Mastering

Funk Rock Town - Paploviante

Lady of Fire Original Music and Poetry

(vintage)Omnichord- Tanisha
Vocals-Tanisha

Remember Me

Inside I am a 
raging inferno

no one sees it

I fool them with
My undercover
Breath

I could be satiated by
this raining madness

Remember me

the woman who
speaks in
fragments of 
the moon

showing mercy
with the tongue of 
ancient reeds

Water meeting fire
in my throat

Remember Me

We’ve all heard this story, or maybe watched someone close to us live through it. 'Before' recounts the tale of a person discovering they've been living a lie. The lyrics explore that brutal transition from blind trust to absolute disappointment. It’s a song for anyone who needs a reminder that when the truth finally comes to light, the only thing left to do is say goodbye and keep walking.

Before

AVANT GARDE | GUTTER PROG | GARAGE JAZZ

Some of our art is made on computers, some of it is made by hand. We are particularly interested in that gray area in between where you cant really tell. All of what we create here is one work laid out in segments, all connected. The Mystic Tape Deck universe is vast and explores all manner of adding meaning to our lives, while pondering meaninglessness.

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A Multimedia Puzzle-Story Of An Immortal Being's Struggle To Define And Exert Their Will Upon A Wholly Deterministic And Ambivalent Multiverse, And The Strange Cult Who Loves Them.

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