Man, your production is tight. so many layers but it all works perfectly.

incredible songwriting and musicianship.  extremely well done.

love this - dig your overall sound and way of storytelling.  It's unique and refreshing to hear it done well

could be becoming a gigantic noise in my life. v special act.

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BARDS: Of The Shimmering Seraphs

Good mouth feel, aromatic bouquet. Contains the essence of everything.

Story/Poem: https://mystictapedeck.com/songs/the-vintner/

Guitars, Bass, 17 string Lyre, Vocals, Percussion, Programming: PS Perkins
Drums, percussion: R Thomas
Mixed by PS Perkins and R Thomas

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LYRICS
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it's in the air it's in the seed
it's in the want it's in the need
it's in the bottle

it's in the breath it's in the word
it's in the mouse it's in the bird
it's in the bottle

All we sow
All we grow
Everything which ripens in the sun

All who bleed
All with seed
Everything is soil when it comes undone

it's in the soil it's in the root
it's in the stem it's in the fruit
it's in the bottle

it's in the stars it's in the sky
it's in the truth it's in the lie
it's in the bottle

All we sow
All we grow
Everything which ripens in the sun

All who bleed
All with seed
Everything is soil when it comes undone

it's in the will it's in the feral
it's in the still it's in the barrel
it's in the bottle

it's in the heart it's in the mind
it's in the stomach it's in the spine
it's in the bottle

it's in the thorn it's in the rose
it's on your tongue it's in your nose
it's in the bottle

it's in the book it's on the wall
it's in the jump it's in the fall
it's in the bottle

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Vintner

The Askesis of Diogenes.
Yeah, we're literally writing songs about ancient Greek philosophers now.

https://iep.utm.edu/diogenes-of-sinope/

Drums, percussion, mixing: R Thomas
Guitars, Melodica, Bass, Vocal, MIDI, mixing: PS Perkins

The Poem: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-cynic/

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LYRICS
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Adrift In a world that you can't comprehend
As you shuffle down sidewalks you used to defend
And pick through the garbage from parties you no longer attend

You know you're a stranger in still stranger lands
Where the crumbling monuments once used to stand
And they look at you funny when you ask them where to find an honest man

When you're gone, long, long gone

When they try to dismiss you, you piss on their shoes
As they fondle their falsehoods and call them the truth
If only the hunger in our bellies were so easily soothed

But you are not like them and you don't even try
No matter how rotten, you can't make them cry
You're as real as their shadows but they'll never understand why

Until you're gone, long, long gone

So you eat in the market and sleep in a hole
You drink from your hands now instead of a bowl
Stand naked before them to show how the years take their toll

And when the wild dogs come to nip at your legs
And the passing onlookers who expect you to beg
But your life was a promise and it's far too late now to renege

And then you're gone, long, long gone

The Cynic

"The Roadside Ghost" by PS Perkins and R Thomas
Guitars, bass, vocals, synths: PS Perkins
Drums, percussion: R Thomas

Featuring Wendy DuMond aka "Bog Witch" aka @mamby-p on phantom background vocals

LYRICS:
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Out on the street, people you'll never meet
Struggling just to survive
You wouldn't want to be them, pretend you don't see them,
Just roll up your windows and drive

But the ghosts are not dead, and they're not in your head
They're just waiting right there to be seen
There's no way of knowing and the rowers keep rowing
Going somewhere that you've never been

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

The days turn to ash with no cars whizzing past
Where only the strangers belong
The desert is wide, and then once you're inside
You are hypnotized by its song

With a guitar to strum, the ghost sticks out its thumb
But it no longer hopes for a ride
Just shuffles along to the beat of the song
To lie down by the river side, dreaming....

Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

With silence to ponder it's hard not to wander 
Your mind becomes vacant and free
No matter the cost, all who wander are lost
Swallowed up by the sagebrush sea

Your forever host is the roadside ghost
And it's broadcasting now on the breeze
You'll see there's no choice, there is only the voice:
"Follow me, follow me, follow me....."

Singing
Whoa, weary walkers, may I lighten your load?
The night is so long and you're hearing my song
As you sleep at the side of the road
Whoa, weary walkers! How may I lighten your load?

The Roadside Ghost

Now what may foeman's malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man's deception?
Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O Indu, as a kind father to his son, O Soma,
As a wise Friend to friend: do thou, wide-ruler, O Soma, lengthen out our days for living.
These glorious drops that give me freedom have I drunk.
Closely they knit my joints as straps secure a chariot.

Let them protect my foot from slipping on the way: yea,
let the drops I drink preserve me from disease.
Make me shine bright like fire produced by friction:
give us a clearer sight and make us better.

Our maladies have lost their strength and vanished: they feared, and passed away into the darkness.
Soma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty, and we are come where men prolong existence.
Fathers, that Indu which our hearts have drunken, Immortal in himself, hath entered mortals.
So let us serve this Soma with oblation, and rest securely in his grace and favor.
Associate with the Fathers thou, O Soma, hast spread thyself abroad through earth and heaven.

Rig Veda HYMN XLVIII. Soma.

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Lyrics:

Deep under the mountain, the mechanical birth
Kissed by the sky, touched by the Earth
Emerging from the darkness to hold back the waters with a snake...

Drawn from the stone, forged in the flame
Hammered at the anvil and tempered by the rain
Points for the arrows to penetrate the scales of a snake...
To penetrate the scales of the snake

We sought the protector, we sipped of the nectar
We've gone to the light where we all live forever
We've gone to the Gods – what use are enemies now?
Oh, what use are enemies now?

These artifacts of war will outlast us all
In the past where we've flown, in the future we crawl
Back into the womb, what could they take from us now?
Oh, what could they take from us now?

Rustling in the reeds around the lake
Whispers of the law we never break
Oh, the many hammer strokes upon the stake
Eye of bat, tongue of newt, wing of snake
There is only the law.....

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Drums, cymbals, assorted cookie sheets, rubbermaid 50 gallon trash can full of empty aluminum cans (the can can), keyboard/synths, marching, thunder can, misc percussion – R Thomas

Guitars, bass, string arrangements, assorted cookie sheets, rain stick, samples, broken zither, vocals, marching, programming, lyrics, artwork – PS Perkins

Marching, assorted cookie sheets – Sabin Thomas

Mixed and mastered by PS Perkins and R Thomas

The Smith

SUPPORT LABOR UNIONS

>>>>> VIDEO >>>>> https://youtu.be/cVy1UTIQ-S8 <<<<< LIKE & SUBSCRIBE <<<<<

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

The Laborer

This song was written by Tez (Llanpsych)some years ago, I believe. he wrote it about a Loki-like trickster character. Little did he realize at the time that it applies perfectly to AI, too. So, with that in mind, we added the high harmonies to my vocals to give them a robotic quality. 
  Tez is also playing that ripping guitar you hear throughout. Ken (K2 and the Three, K2 and the Four) came up with perfect rocking drums for it, too, as always. He also arranged and helped me sing the oohs and aahs throughout, too. You'll hear me on the bass, organ, and vocals on this one. This is really Tez's song, though. We hope you like it.

Hello World (The Transatlantic Trio)

Digital Mystics

They conjure up
Numbers from
the sacred air like
alpha shamans always do
saging poetics and
placing their hands
on the mouse of
your spine
just a page away
from nirvana
they say it would heal you
the old incantations
of an ancient
magic speaking to you
in tongues with clicks
layered in keyboard divination
they are here to say
you can illuminate
the world with love
laughing with your bellies...

drums, samples, synth- lady of fire poetry (Tanisha Jackland)

Digital Mystics (With Love) ❤️

A banned book fetish. That's our current kink.

Read the accompanying poem here while you listen: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-librarian/

PS Perkins: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Piano, wood blocks, programming
R Thomas: Drums, Wah guitar, shakers, cowbell
 
LYRICS
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A secret knock, a hidden door, a narrow hallway
The eyeless guide sees us inside, watching us always
As we meander down the aisles, 
Rows of spines which stretch for miles
And we show our special card
On the scent of another shard

A vaulted dome, a musty tome, an umbrous alcove
A sacred space, a quiet place, a sunken treasure trove
Details infinitesimal
Dewiest of decimals
Ever stranger truth to know
As we squish the forbidden fruit between our toes

A deeper shaft, an ancient craft, a garish goblin
The icy stare, the purple hair, a memory maudlin
Going deep down in the mines
With a shining pick to grind
The librarian lights the way
Understands the game we play

A puzzle piece, a glob of grease, a rusted lever
A blazing fire, we never tire, we nurse our fever
Run our fingers down the crease
Gently comb the golden fleece
Read aloud the sacred scroll
Let's show these muggles how we roll

They cant stand you, they want to ban you
They want to sterilize and pack you up and can you
They prefer truth that's mass produced
Because they're lacking the tenacity to grasp you
So let me ask you: what's the bigger threat?
While we're waiiting on a bomb you haven't dropped yet
They'd rather burn you then have to learn you
Their little fingers are too slippery to turn you
The truth waits for us to dissect it
And librarians are here to protect it
So grab some glasses if you need
And climb atop the worlds' mightiest steed
We're gonna read until our fingers bleed
It's a seed, it's a need, it's an urge you gotta heed
It's a growl in your stomach that you know you gotta feed
Let's show 'em how to read!

The Librarian

'your addiction' 

Scratch Kelly: beats, production, photography
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, guitars 

I loom in the subconscious of your mind.
I won't reveal myself until it's time.
Assume you're well until I come to find
your weakness. Then your ass is fucking mine.
And once I get my filthy hands on you,
you'll have no idea of the things that you will do
to get me into your blood, and when I'm through,
you'll crave my love and I'll be stuck with you. 

Finding it hard to live without my love?
Finding it hard to cope without my love?
Finding it hard to kick your need for my love?
You're stuck, babe, I'm your addiction. 

Consumed by the evils in your mind.
You're ruined by the fecal memories you find.
Your wounds that you can't forget or leave behind.
Resume with your need for my love until you die. 

Finding it hard to live without my love?
Finding it hard to cope without my love?
Finding it hard to kick your need for my love?
You're stuck, babe, I'm your addiction.

your addiction (with Scratch Kelly)

A Song For The Dreamers

A feasible musical stage show composition. The melody is in the flute.

And That's Why........

"Robot Dance" composed by LINIR OR

Falling In Love

You Love The Night

the wordplay makes sense in UK

PS
The Cobbled Moth does not feel represented by any political party and does not align with any ideology. 

Mamma was an aggressor 
With step daddies mean
They drove him into a nicer place
Now he wants to be clean 
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
Got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone
Dehumanised without credit 
In the social matriarchy 
He's far too aggressive 
He's going down and I know just what the judge means
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
He's got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone
There's always a way out though
A new purpose to find
Other perspectives different meaning
His fathers embraced the grind
He's got nothing left
Nothing left 
Labour isn't here anymore 
He's got nothing left nothing left
Someone better show that that boy he's not alone

Nothing Left (rough)

Forget the rules (Variation)

THE DAYS THE WEEKS AND THE YEARS
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWJtWEi-2zM

ANOTHER WORLD

THE DAYS THE WEEKS AND THE YEARS

THE DAYS THE WEEKS AND THE YEARS (see info for video link)

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Please consider supporting our project and helping us complete the work. We make books and cds that go with them. We also have a graphic novel and a custom oracle deck in the works. All part of the story.

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