Love & Peace & Joy

Ohanami (お花見) is a Japanese term that translates to "flower viewing" or "looking at the flowers". It's a traditional festival that celebrates the beauty of cherry blossoms. 

https://soundcloud.com/ten-de-vils 
All Vocals and Lyrics by Tom, aka Ten de Vils

springtime osaka - ten de vils

(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)

Silence By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

The great Llanpsych  on guitar 
soundcloud.com/llanpsych/tracks

Well: Synthesizers

GLYCERINE  with Llanpsych

CORRUPTION - ΔΙΑΦΘΟΡΑ

BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
TAKE OFF THAT STRAIT JACKET
MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME
NO NEED TO BE BOUND BY CONVENTION
IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY
FUMBLE FOR THE PHONE
YOU CAN ASK FOR ANY EXTENSION
TAKE A BREATH, COUNT TO THREE
MAKING SURE YOU’RE QUITE ALONE
THEN LISTEN FOR THE LIST OF DIRECTIONS
>
LIE BACK, CLOSE YOUR EYES, CONCENTRATE ON MY VOICE
>
I KNOW AT HEART YOU HAVE THE BEST INTENTIONS
YOU ONLY FALL APART WHEN I FORGET TO MENTION
THAT YOU WERE ONCE THE GO TO PARTY GUY
MAGNET TO THE MINIONS BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
BLAME THE LOSS OF CONTROL ON THE DEVILS IN WHITE COATS
THE STEALER OF SOULS
WILL EAT YOU WHOLE
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
YOU DON’T WANNA BE FOUND
>
LISTEN TO THE VOICES THEY ARE CALLING YOUR NAME
TELLING YOU, BE PATIENT, AND NOT TO RUN AWAY
(JUST BIDE YOUR TIME AND WAIT)
SO STAY AND PLAY THEM AT THIER OWN GAME
THEY WANT SOME PROOF THAT YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE
>
FLYING SO HIGH REQUIRED YOUR BEST DISGUISE
BUT ALAS IT TOOK ITS TOLL ALWAYS LIVING A LIE
SWINGING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN LOW AND HIGH
RESULTED IN DIVORCE BETWEEN HAND AND EYE
>
CAN YOU HEAR THE VOICES
CALLING YOUR NAME
CALLING YOUR NAME
>
THIS JACKET ISN’T MEANT TO STRAIGHTEN YOU OUT
IT WAS SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO LOCK YOU IN
FUNCTIONS LIKE AN OUTER SKELETON AND SKIN
PLACING UNDER LOCK AND KEY THAT MANIACLE GRIN
>
THE AMICABLE SPLIT DIDN’T HAPPEN BIT BY BIT
IT HAPPENED IN A BLINK BARELY LEAVING TIME TO THINK
ONE PERSONA KEPT A GRASP ON WIT 
(HE’S A FUNNY GUY)
THE OTHER WANTS TO QUIT
ONCE THE TWO LIVED SIDE BY SIDE BUT NOW NO LONGER FIT
>
CALLING YOUR NAME


CAN I TAKE YOUR STRAIT JACKET, SIR

Cast of characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four string bass, Collings mandolin, Rogue banjo, Roland electric piano, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken — drums and percussion
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T model electric guitar, Taylor T5z acoustic guitar, production, mix, and mastering
This song began with Josh coming up with it on his electric piano and fretless bass, to which he added some banjo, then mandolin. Once he had a solid basis for the song, he shared it with the rest of Eclectic Collective for them to add their parts. 
  Ken was first up, adding his drums in an such a creative way that matched Josh's bassline perfectly. It was originally recorded to a looper disco beat, but that was blown out of the water by Ken's creative drumming. Tez jumped in next, adding his thrilling guitar to the second half of the song. Not to be outdone, Stephen batted clean up, adding his textural and melodic guitar to the first half. He also added some subtle, but brilliant acoustic guitar to the first half, too. 
  This is a great example of Eclectic Collective coming up with an original band sound out of one of Josh's seeds. We're always pushing boundaries and trying to find fun and exciting ways to build a song. Lots of teamwork in here, too, of course. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

The Plot Thickens (Eclectic Collective)

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE 

Tu rentres à l'aube ébouriffé comme un soleil 
A la lune, ta plume saigne de tout ses maux 
Tu rases les ruelles, les murs et les poubelles 
Découpent ta vie en lambeaux 

Trop vrai pour porter un costard dans leur parade 
Epingler un sourire au col de leur boutade 
Et dans les "places to be" jouer à qui ment le mieux 
Trop intact pour être comme eux 

Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être morne jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans le gris des passants de la pluie 

Dedans c'est le foutoir d' une chambre insalubre 
Alors tu prends ton paredessus usé de solitude 
Dehors le froid du nord mord déjà les passants 
Mais toi, ta liberté n'a pas de prise au vent 


Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être norme jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans les pas des passants de la pluie 

Si pour être soi-même il fallait renoncer 
Au confort, aux écrans, à la facilité 
Mieux vaut être Poète à poil devant la vie 
Qu' être clown à la fête des passants de la pluie
                                                             dlb2025

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE

Can't Get Bayou (But I Can't Get By Without You Either)

SWAG SWAG ...SWAGGG, ITS YUN SPLISH SPLASH IM SLYT BACK ...TRYNNA GET THIS LIFE SHIII DOWNPACT RQ BUT IM STILL AROUND BUT IMMA RELEAS SOME OF THESE TAPES THEN START MAKIN MO ART...I STILL DO A LIL HERE AND THERE AND STILL MAKE BEATS FASHO FASHO DOE ...HMU ON IG: SPLISHSPLASHDRIPSWAG

Splish Splash - Murk Ya (Prod. By F16)

GOTHIC FUNK & AUDIOBAKE collaborations.
Negative Fluency Effect isn’t looking to win any popularity contest, we’re all about RUBBING SOCIETY’S NOSE IN ITS OWN FILTH!

Musicians who don't give a crap about public or music industry approval write lyrics like these! I've been anti-establishment all my life, unlike the phoney, pretentious, preachy, I’m your saviour, Bono types out there with their MORAL POSTURING and STRATEGIC SURVIVAL tactics! No fame, no fortune, no recognition, but we’ll leave this world with our truth to power authenticity and integrity intact!

CAN I TAKE YOUR STRAIT JACKET, SIR

NEGATIVE FLUENCY EFFECT