The Mysterious Decibel - Facing Fears

Lyrics, instrumental, Vocals, Sounds, mix, song structure - The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

I'm staring, My eyes tearing through the night as I rest my head
Trying to forget what reveals itself in the light above my bed

Face the spider parallel on the ceiling
To maybe change my perception of feeling
Maybe if i stare so long
it'll become so numb
just trying to overcome
Might not need a chase of rum
Or even a hit to make me dumb

The dreaded fear that's above my head
Like the cover of a book that is barely read
Every eye, every leg, It's own demon
Should I flush it all away with the spray of my semen?

Just close your eyes
Move on closer
Open wide
Take a bite
Accept the sin
swallow it down
Take the monsters in
And turn them around

Facing Fears

Get Something Going

I feel so lucky that Dave Orestes 1 allowed me to record a rendition of his wonderful song " What Is Rich" ! 

Written by Dave Orestes 1 
https://on.soundcloud.com/JG7gH

Recorded/Mixed: Audacity
Guitar: Cort MR710 LH NS
Mic: Rhode USB Mini
Tam Jennifer: Interpretation, Vocals, Guitar, Mix & Master

Lyrics (Dave Orestes):

What is rich? You're asking me
Rich is so simple, don't you see
It's not what you own but what you do and say
.
What is rich? You're asking me
It's not hard to explain
It's all about what you feel
And not what you touch
Every day
.
Rich is how well you sleep at night and
your thoughts on your own death bed
when you have few regrets
few regrets
.
Rich is passing on
the prospect of hope
so that all have a chance
to prosper and grow
Rich is not how tall 
Your sky scrapers grow
no no no no
.
Or the number of seats
in your stadium row 
It's not how many toys
in the attic you've stowed 
oh no no
that's not it
.
What is rich? You're asking me
Oh it's not hard to explain
It's all about what you feel
Not what you touch every day 
.
Rich is when
All the children are fed
And each of them has 
A warm safe bed
Rich is how 
You care for people 
That, you've never met
.
It's not hard to explain 
It's all about what you feel 
And not what you touch
Every day
.
Doo da doo da doo
Laa la laa la laa
Laa la laa la laa
Laa la laa
La laa la la
.
© Dave Orestes 1, Tam Jennifer Hastings, 2024. All rights reserved.

What Is Rich (with Dave Orestes, 2024)

Troubled Times

The Wings Of Time

The monkeys always chose the path of pain, chaos and destruction...don't  give them guns.

Don't  give Monkeys guns

method: a few snippets of unused sounds and creating new ones with vst and morphing
narration:  the words you cuddle up to
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

the eagle and the ego
the window and the shadow
the sphinx, another trickster
he ran to kiss and missed her

tentacle vines, all patience
antagonist indulgence
 gear poems and road comments
his absence and her presence

associate with green prompts
at psychedelic customs
mimesis mind, maternal
time sprouts from sunlit kernels
the words you cuddle up to
the eagle and the ego

the eagle and the ego

The image used is a guitar player figure made by a Vietnamese craft person out of old tools. My Dad brought this back from there after returning from a job  in Vietnam years ago.

The song peruses a future where we may use frequency and resonance more for physically healing the body and mind.


Lyrics

Let's try to figure this out
Lets not waste what we say
Gone up this time
We skirt controlling brain waves
Got your tribe
Don't call me no king
Let's just see our DNA dancing

Let's figure this out
They say it's old and it's free
Screw in the want to embrace what we please
Siren go release that pain
Out of tune? Well oh well we are free

Could it be that simple
From a tablet to a signal
I'm feeling a bit of a rush
Sure shake shivering
Let that back blush

Let's try figure this out
Siren release that pain
Gone up this time
But fuck our body brain waves I guess I'm sorry
Feel the peaks and troughs
Deep thought you got your DNA roughed

Tuned to batch control
From brain to soul
\These waves 'been walking with Nazi tones
Belligerence Extended through our times
Hooked on broken glass
Old frequencies to find

Roughed...

Daddy got you roughed
A surfing banquet
We’re white lightning tough
Daddy got you roughed

Frequency

Ködös_Reggel

Ködös Reggel

¡¡ Warning: very old track with very LO-FI sound !!

A tribute to the heavy origins I wrote on July 1994: two alternating riffs and a 3rd theme for a rest; little by little encouraging voice and of course, distortion on rhythmic and solo guitars.

Tributo al jevi original que escribí en julio de 1994: dos riffs alternados y un 3er motivo para ir descansando, voz que poco a poco se va encendiendo, y claro, distorsión en rítmica y solista.

Lyrics/Letra:

Casi he olvidado el tiempo
 en que podía decirte que no.

He tirado mi cigarro a la noche
y no quiere apagarse,
para seguirla viendo desnuda
a la luz de la calle.

Si hay sí,
pero ni la piscina,
ni los tragos de Passport,
pudieron apagar...
...mi cuerpo, su cuerpo, ¡qué locura! (bis)

Casi he olvidado el tiempo
en que podía decirte que no.

Y ahora vuelvo a estar atrapado
de lo que pude escapar,
ahora vuelvo a ser esclavo
de lo que pude olvidar...
...de ti, de tu cuerpo, nena, ¡qué locura! (bis)

Cuando podía decirte que no (Si hay sí)

Soundtrack-ish with an ominous undercurrent.

MIDNIGHT SIROCCO

Lifelong keyboard player and composer and synth programmer. Perhaps, I hear things just a little differently...

MIDNIGHT SIROCCO

Bobby Nelson