no mastering version, mid levels maybe too high. enjoy anyway

AMARA LUNA

SUPPORT LABOR UNIONS

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Consider that this song is ten iterations of a pattern, representing the hands of the laborer as well as ten-based systems of measurement.

Credits:
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PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, vocals, floor tom set 2, howl 1
R Thomas: Synth Guitars, backup vocals, floor tom set 1, snare drum, hi hats, howl 2
Mixed and Mastered by Mystic Tape Deck

Lyrics
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I cut the tree and I hammer the nail
I fetch the water and I carry the pail
Harvest the wheat, and I bundle the bale

Fasten the saddle, the bridle and bit
I shoe the horses and I shovel their shit
I dig forever in the bottomless pit

I'm turning wrenches and I'm fueling the jet
My brow is furrowed and it's blistered with sweat
I'm on a boat with a hook and a net

I'm in the engine room, I'm driving the train
I'm climbing poles in the wind and the rain
I load containers from a towering crane

Repair the derricks for the men who get paid
I'm tugging triples up a slippery grade
I built the factory where the factories are made

I'm in the kitchen now preparing your meal
With hogs to slaughter and potatoes to peel
I hone the blade and I sharpen the steel

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Laborer

This is the 3rd collaboration with my old friend Synline (@synline). I created a basic track using his equipment in his studio, and he completed it with his excellent arrangement (includes creating additional sections, tracks, etc.) and mastering work.

Composition by Ken
Composition and Sampling collage and mix by Synline

Taken Away (collab. w/ Synline)

Humans have a gene that favors curiosity, so-called adventure, and when this gene is activated, they want to leave their comfort zone and ``want to know what lies ahead.'' Driven by curiosity, I constructed a new imagination.

Curiosity repaints me (297)

nowyyorg 2024 

One day I will be far away
away from you
away from memories
the sun will rise again, just like every day,
you won't be there
I won't be... 

Pewnego dnia będę daleko 
z dala od ciebie
z dala od wspomnień 
słońce znów wzejdzie, tak jak co dnia, 
ciebie nie będzie
nie będę ja ...

Infinite Journey

Saxophone improvisations from 1987's Resonance.
www.jh0st.com/resonance

"And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet"

- TS Eliot, The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Resonance

05/05/1987

Talking Of Michelangelo (Resonance 1987)

The blues can go anywhere ...
Loose Blues ...
Loser Blues ..

Bill Boethius: guitar, bass

Composed, performed & produced by Bill Boethius

Loose Blues

Yes, she said...

Vanishing Point

Don't say you loved me or that you wanted me now
Because I can't tell if you're heaven or hell
I can't even tell
Another lost girl who really really wants
What she can't have, that doesn't belong
It's not for trying
You built a fantasy and a pedestal for him
And a catastrophe just waiting to happen for me

Hold on, it's just a matter of time boy
You've been here before
Get your shit together
You've been here before
One step after another
You deserve more

You never really knew the object of desire
Because if you did, I knew you'd have tired
Of his way
Sex and secrets and such duplicity
Submission to chasing a destiny
That never came

Hold on, it's just a matter of time boy
You've been here before
Get your shit together
You've been down that road
And it's a road to nowhere
You deserve more


Thank you to Z for the drums!
#truthbetold
#musicismytherapy

A Fucked Up Limerence Song

Wet Garden is the eleventh studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

WILD SANCTUARY   
  
Softly now I'm passing by   
Your open doorway where you light tiny flames til the room's aglow   
  
Exactly where and when and what it needs to be  
Is this opportunity   
Without a window   
We have to guard it gently   
Gently gently gently  
  
Child of time   
You have no place to go   
But you move all the same   
  
We drew together while searching blind   
Through the corridors of time   
To reach the wild sanctuary   
The net's enormous, the holes they vary   
The net's enormous, the holes are few   
And hopefully we won't slip through   
We ride the rhythms of joy and pain  
Where they join they seem the same  
  
To reach the wild sanctuary   
Repair the lantern to light the night   
Where nothing is as devious as sight   
I know you've struggled child of time   
  
We drew together while searching blind   
A spot of blood, a mild surprise   
We rise by strength of will   
But still but still but still   
  
How beautifully the dark bird fares   
Wings as blades to carve the air   
In dreams we try to rise through water   
Try to run   
As the dead seem to return   
  
Create the world resembling you   
Create that world by slipping through   
Exactly where and when and what it needs to be   
Is this opportunity   
  
We grew apart and I faced my night   
Became aware of a tiny center of light   
Which swelled inside me unpleasantly   
Try to push it away with everything I had in me   
But it just kept growing   
Until of its intensity   
I cried out   
What is this pain   
I cried out   
Does it have a name   
And I answered me   
You're aware that you're living   
You're aware that you're living   
  
You're aware that you're living now   
You're aware that you're moving now   
You're aware of the change of tone   
You're aware that you move alone   
  
Softly now I'm passing by   
Your open doorway where you light tiny flames till the room's aglow   
Without a window

Wet Garden

Wild Sanctuary

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