FEEDBACK FAMILY vol 22 various artists

GOTHIC FUNK & FRIENDS vol 1

NO FRIENDS ANONYMOUS

STEVEN VELLOU aka GOTHIC FUNK

A LITTLE TOGETHERNESS ON SOUNDCLOUD vol 2 (various genres, various artists)

'Everlasting War', out in April 2021, is a hybrid track, epic, dramatic, melodic, biting, gritty ... with us, as 'special guest' vocals, talented indie/alternative singer/songwriter, from US, Frankie McCabe ...
'Everlasting War' is a mixture of metal rock grooves and alternative/indie vibes.
Check it out! Turn up the volume and stay fierce!

Everlasting War ft. Frankie McCabe

SUPERFINE APOSTLES

The Missing was written for my parents who I lost some years ago. Anyone who has gone through grief knows that it never really leaves, although somehow you learn to cope. The lyrics came to me at a time when grief had come to visit. It's a song of thanks for, and a celebration of, the great love of my parents and an acknowledgement that sometimes, you just need to take a day. I've been told that it's one of my best songs to date and people are relating to the lyrics. The song builds and builds with a haunting chorus that sticks in your mind.  The music was composed in GarageBand and all arrangements and production is done by me.

The Missing

Angie Kuske - The Missing

Memories of a place ,  in my mind  on the softer side

Cold Creek Cafe

This is the disorder I've suffered with since childhood; primarily responsible for me doing nothing with my life, doing nothing with my music.

CRACKHEAD AT THE GO GO

Ekasha Gada is the mace wielded by Lord Shiva, one of the three primary deities in Hinduism. According to mythological accounts, a single blow from the Ekasha Gada is said to be as powerful as being struck by a million elephants, emphasizing its immense force and destructive capabilities.

Guitars, Bass, Mandolin, Vocals: PS Perkins
Drums, Percussion, Backup Vocals: R Thomas

LYRICS:
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God Killer
World Eater
Thunder Breaker
Widower Maker
Ekasha Gada!

Storm Rider
Soul Slayer
Time Twister
Holy Diver
Ekasha Gada!
 
Space Bender
Life Ender
Eye Melter
Death Bringer
Ekasha Gada!

Moon Razer
Cloth Cutter
Dragon Brother
Chaos Mother
Ekasha Gada!

Horn Blower
Smoke Maker
Night Chaser
Day Tripper
Ekasha Gada!

Head Chopper
Code Cracker
Bone Chewer
Sonic Reducer
Ekasha Gada!

Fire Breather
Lava Seeper
Spirit Seeker
Energy Reaper
Ekasha Gada!

Earth Shaker
Sea Splitter
Galaxy Smasher
Planet Basher
Ekasha Gada!

Boulder Buster
Ship Sinker
Steel Bender
Mountain Wrecker
Ekasha Gada!

The Ekasha Gada

Lyrics - Dedicated to the memory of Jonathan Wayne McKoryk (1963-2024)

What I'm seeing is an awful big divide
Everyone is looking for their truth inside
Look outside into the sad eyes on the street
Change them to glad eyes and you will make your day complete

Come on, Come on and tell me what you really want to say
Live all your dreams and make your scenes all come into play
Let all the years and all your fears simply fade away
Come on, Come on and love me we may not have another day

Have another day on me, Have another day on me

Recently I have just lost another friend
It came so suddenly with no reason to an end
I thought of my brothers and my sisters gone away.
Nothing I can do will bring them back some day

H.A.D.

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
>
MY MIND HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME
PROTESTING THAT I’M CONTRARY
BUT WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
SO MUCH BETTER TO BE CIRCUMSPECT
THAN OVERSTEP SOME SACRED BOUNDARY
>
MY HEAD CONTAINS AN OCEAN
ONE THATS CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
AND AMIDST ALL THIS COMMOTION
I NEVER GET TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE
>
NOW THE BATS ARE IN THE BELFRY
LOCKED AWAY IN MY MEMORY
WITH ONLY ROCKS FOR COMPANY
CONCEALED UNDER A LOCK OF SHIFTING HAIR
>
ACCESSED WITH THE TWIST OF A SKELETON KEY
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
SO I’M….NEVER ALONE
>
NEVER HAVE TO THINK FOR MYSELF
OR LOOK AFTER MY HEALTH
CAN JUST GO WITH THE FLOW
SIMPLY SAY, I DONT KNOW
SPEND THE DAY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW
>
I’M OUT OF MY MIND
>
EARNED LONG AGO TO KEEP MY PLACE
TO NEVER SHOW MY REAL FACE
TO DO SO WOULD DISTURB THE FLOW
TO DO SO WOULD OPEN THE WINDOW
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
I ONLY HAVE ONE MEMORY
THE DAY I CHOSE TO DISAGREE
I BEGGED TO DIFFER, FOOLISHLY
AND PAID THE PRICE EMPHATICALLY
>
MY MIND, MY MIND
>
MY SILVER LINED MIXED UP MIND
CAN SOMETIMES LAG BEHIND
WITHOUT WARNING, EVERY MORNING
HE KEEPS PULLING DOWN THE BLINDS

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

Enigma

CRASH TEST BABIES

Civil War (Guns N' Roses Cover)

I wanted to dance, so i made some music that´s danceable.

I Pop Dance Music Good (You Can Do Oooh-Ooohhh)

I haven't uploaded in a while, so I figured I'd post some random shit.  I can attest this is what Jazz would sound like to a Pop-punk fan, as I used to be a Pop-punk fan who didn't understand jazz.  Now that I've ruined my brain with over use of marijuana and psychedelics, jazz makes perfect sense to me, but at one point, it sounded just like this.  This track was recorded and mixed on analogue equipment, which automatically makes it superior to digital peasant music.

This Is What I Imagine Jazz Sounds Like To A Pop Punk Fan

They Lie Above

The Amyl Nitrate Quartet is a bit tongue-in-cheek, slightly satirical, off the wall, zany, quirky, experimental, a bit punky, a bit funky, neither one thing or the other, accidentally fusing a multitude of genres!

UGLY AS SIN


YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHER’S DREAM
THAT RIDICULOUS CHIN
AND THE CHEEKIEST GRIN

YOU MUST HAVE HAD A SMILE THAT COULD WIN
SEND A HEART IN A SPIN
PAIR OF EYES THAT COULD SWIM
AND THE SOFTEST OF SKIN

I MUST CONFESS I WAS YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN
BUT THEN YOUR BODY CLOCK SHE WENT CRAZY
AND YOU JUST SWELLED LIKE A DAMN

YOU USE TO BE A WOW WITH THE MEN
BUT THEN THE SWELLING BEGAN
KINDA RUINED THE TAN

IT MUST HAVE WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK
LEFT YOUR BOX WITHOUT LOCKS
GIVE YOUR SHELL SUCH A SHOCK
AND YOUR EGO A KNOCK

YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
BUT NOW YOU ARE STRIPPED OF YOUR SKIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A BEAM OF THE SUN
BUT YOU GREW TO BECOME
THE ONE PEOPLE WILL SHUN

YOU MUST HAVE SUFFERED SEVERAL SHOCKS
WITH THE LOSS OF YOUR LOCKS
FROM THE TOP OF YOUR BOX
WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK

YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN


YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHER’S DREAM
WITH YOUR MAGNETIC BEAM
AS WIDE AS A SCREEN

YOU MUST HAVE SUNK A COUPLE OF SHIPS
WHEN YOU WIGGLED YOUR HIPS
WHEN YOU PUCKERED YOUR LIPS
AND SPAT OUT THE PIPS

BREAK

YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHERS DREAM
WITH YOUR MAGNETIC BEAM
AS WIDE AS THE SCREEN

YOU MUST HAVE SUNK A COUPLE OF SHIPS
WHEN YOU WIGGLED YOUR HIPS
WHEN YOU PUCKERED YOUR LIPS
AND MADE WITH THE QUIPS

I MUST MAKE TESTS
EXAMINE YOUR SCAN
YOU MAY HAVE BEEN THE CONSUMATE LADY
BUT YOU HAVE THE MOUTH OF A MAN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A BUNDLE OF FUN
LIKE ATTILA THE HUN
NEVER SHORT OF A PUN

YOU EVEN REINVENTED THE RAP
WITH YOUR FREUDIAN SLIPS
WITH A SHOWER OF SPIT
OF YOUR TONGUE WORDS WOULD TRIP

YOU MUST CONFESS
YOU’RE ONE HELL OF A MESS
YOU MAY HAVE BEEN THE BONNIEST BABY
BUT NOW YOU ARE TWO TON LIKE TESS



YOU’VE JUST BEGUN
TO PILE ON THE FLESH
WILL YOU BLOCK OUT THE SUN
WELL IT’S ANYONE’S GUESS

YOU USE TO STRUT YOUR STUFF WITH THE BEST
NOW YOUR THIGHS HAVE GONE WEST
NOW THERE’S MORE TO LOVE LESS
YOU EXPLODE FROM A DRESS

I MUST CONFESS I WAS YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN
BUT THEN YOUR BODY CLOCK SHE WENT CRAZY
AND YOU JUST SWELLED LIKE A DAM

YOU USE TO BE A WOW WITH THE MEN
BUT THE SWELLING BEGAN
KINDA RUINED THE TAN

IT MUST HAVE WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK
LEFT YOUR BOX WITHOUT LOCKS
GIVE YOUR SHELL SUCH A SHOCK
AND YOUR EGO A KNOCK

UGLY AS SIN

ORSON'S PLAY (The World Will End On Tuesday)

QUASI-ORCHESTRAL MANOEUVRE IN THE PARK AFTER DARK

CHARLTON HESTON'S COLD DEAD HANDS

I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME THE WAY I THINK OF HER 
>
I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME
THE WAY I THINK OF HER
I HOPE SHE TAKES THE TIME
TO READ THE SIGNS
TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES
>
AS VISIONS GO
SHE’S EVERY COLOUR AND SCHEME
SHE IS THE WHOLE SHOW
SHE OCCUPIES EVERY DREAM
SHE IS THE PREQUEL
THE HEART AND SOUL OF THE SCENE
THE PERFECT SEQUEL
AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN
>
I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME 
THE WAY I THINK OF HER
I HOPE SHE TAKES THE TIME
TO READ THE SIGNS
TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES
>
SHE ONLY SEEMS TO CARE ABOUT THE PLACES I’VE BEEN
AVOIDS THE WHEN AND THE WHY BY BURYING THE SHAME
PREFERS TO THINK OF ME THE WAY SHE WANTS ME TO BE
OBLITERATING EVIDENCE OF WHAT I BECAME
>
TO BREATH IN HER COUNTRY
TO MINGLE, ENTWINE
SHARING HER JOURNEY AS SHE SHARES IN MINE
>
TO TASTE EVERY THOUGHT
TO DRINK HER LIKE WINE
TO BASK IN HER SUNSHINE
TO KNOW SHE’S ALIVE
>
I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME
THE WAY I THINK OF HER
I HOPE SHE TAKES THE TIME
TO READ THE SIGNS
TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES
>
AS VISIONS GO-GO
SHE’S EVERY COLOUR AND SCHEME
SHE IS THE WHOLE SHOW
SHE OCCUPIES EVERY DREAM
SHE IS THE PREQUEL
THE HEART AND SOUL OF THE SCENE
THE PERFECT SEQUEL
AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN
>
SHE HAS A BEAUTIFUL MIND
WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT SOME TIME
TO GUESS WHAT SHE’S THINKING
TAPPING INTO HER SPINE
>
BEING ONE STEP BEHIND
SHE CONFUSED ME WITH RHYME
MY REASON DEPARTS
BREIF ENCOUNTERS WITH MOONSHINE
>
I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME
THE WAY I THINK OF HER
I HOPE SHE TAKES THE TIME
TO READ THE SIGNS
TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES
>
AS DEVAS GO
SHE IS A HOMECOMING QUEEN
HER PEERLESS BEAUTY
THE CAPTIVATOR OF DREAMS
SHE’S MOTHER NATURE
MUCH MORE THAN MERE OBERON
HER NAME IS RAPTURE
SHE RADIATES LIKE THE SUN
>
I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME
THE WAY I THINK OF HER
I HOPE SHE TAKES THE TIME
TO READ THE SIGNS
TO READ BETWEEN THE LINES

I HOPE SHE THINKS OF ME THE WAY I THINK OF HER

BOWIE....JEAN GENIUS

DON'T LET THE SUN SET UPON YOUR ANGER

PLEASE DON'T LET THE SUN
PLEASE DON'T LET THE SUN
PLEASE DON'T LET THE SUN GO DOWN....REPEAT

DON'T LET THE SUN SET UPON YOUR ANGER
PLEASE DON'T LET YOUR EYES BEGIN TO WANDER
TAKE THIS HEART OF MINE AND STILL THE THUNDER
DON'T LET THE SUN TRANQUILIZED BY THE MOON GO DOWN ON YOUR ANGER

AT THE END OF EVERY DOOMSDAY
ALL THE TROUBLES OF THE WORLD CAN JUST MELT AWAY
A LITTLE TENDERNESS, A LIITLE LEEWAY
AND ALAKAZAM, ALL THE ANGUISH AND THE ANGST DEPART

EVERY TIME WE ARGUE....

AT THE END OF EVERY DOOMSDAY
ALL THE TROUBLES OF THE WORLD CAN JUST MELT AWAY
A LITTLE TENDERNESS, A LIITLE LEEWAY
AND ALAKAZAM, ALL THE ANGUISH AND THE ANGST DEPART

PLEASE DON'T LET THE SUN
PLEASE DON'T LET THE SUN
PLEASE DON'T LET THE SUN GO DOWN...REPEAT

DON'T LET THE SUN SET UPON YOUR ANGER

Music : JT The Owl soundcloud.com/lionel-duvoy/tracks
Lyrics and vocal : Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ twitter.com/Lukowig

Toutes ces photos accrochées
sur les murs de la chambre à coucher
ne sauront jamais aussi bien raconter
que mes propres clichés
nos instants passés (bis)

Toutes ces photos déchirées
recouvrant le plancher
de la chambre à coucher
ne me feront jamais oublier
nos instants passés (bis)

Toutes ces photos brûlées
dans l'un des cendriers 
de la chambre à coucher
ne pourront jamais effacer
nos instants passés (bis)

Our past moments [JT The Owl and Lukowig]

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
>
I’M NOT QUITE SURE
WHERE OR WHEN
MY LIFE TOOK THE FIRST
OF HER MANY WRONG TURNS
>
FOR DAYS OF SADNESS
SEEM TO MINGLE
BLURRING IN MY MIND
THE FINE LINE
THAT DIVIDES
ALL THE GOOD TIMES
FROM THE BAD TIMES
ALL THE HAPPY
FROM THE SAD
>
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
>
ALTHOUGH MY DAY
BEGINS WITH TEARS
AND WORKS IT’S WAY
THROUGH ALL MY FEARS
SOMETIMES I’M LIFTED
FROM THIS GLOOM
WHEN SHAPE AND SHADOW
FILL THE ROOM
>
BUT LONELY MINDS
TORMENT WITH TRICKS
MENDING HEARTS
THAT NEVER FIX
BRINGING HOPE
WHERE DREAMS ARE STONE
TILL ONCE AGAIN
YOU’RE LEFT ALONE
>
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
>
DON’T I EXIST IN THE EYES OF THIS WORLD
AM I AS NOTHING TO EVERY GIRL
AM I THE WEAKLING
RIPE FOR THE PICKING
LONELY PARIAH
IN A UNIVERSE OF KINGS AND QUEENS
IN A UNIVERSE OF TWO EXTREMES
NEITHER ONE OF WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE
A PLACE WHERE EVERYONE EXISTS BUT ME

TO BE TRUTHFUL
THINGS BEGAN TO FALL APART
LONG BEFORE
MY LIFE DID START
>
DESTINED FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS
BORN TO BE WHERE NO ONE CARES
MAYBE I WAS MEANT TO BE
A FAILURE AND A NOBODY
>
SOME MIGHT SEE THE IRONY
THE UNDERBELLY COMEDY
HAVING WON THE RIGHT TO LIFE
I LOST THE WILL TO LIVE
>
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
>
IT’S SO HARD TO COME TO TERMS
WITH THE FACT YOU’RE NEVER HEARD
AND YOU’RE ONLY EVER SEEN
AS A WASHED UP NEVER-BEEN
>
PEOPLE PASS YOU BY
NEVER LOOK YOU IN THE EYE
CAN’T AFFORD THE TIME OF DAY
WAIT UNTIL YOU GO AWAY
>
EVEN THOSE WHO SAY THEY CARE
WITH A CUSTOMARY TEAR
MUCH LIKE FRIENDS OF WEATHER FAIR
ONE BY ONE DO DISAPPEAR
>
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
>
DON’T I EXIST IN THE EYES OF THIS WORLD
AM I AS NOTHING TO EVERY GIRL
AM I THE WEAKLING
RIPE FOR THE PICKING
LONELY PARIAH
IN A UNIVERSE OF KINGS AND QUEENS
IN A UNIVERSE OF TWO EXTREMES
NEITHER ONE OF WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE
A PLACE WHERE EVERYONE EXISTS BUT ME

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON'T EXIST

I may invade political territory, but, in actuality, I’m a #HUMANITARIAN #SOCIALIST who believes....

#EMPATHY is the KEY to SOCIAL EVOLUTION!

In contrast, POLITICS are a source of divisiveness, exploitation, cynical manipulation & control!