Powerful and brutally honest 🖤 The raw emotion in this hits hard, you’ve captured the chaos of spiralling thoughts and the numbness of disconnection in a way that’s poetic, unfiltered, and real. It’s uncomfortable, but necessary, and that’s what makes it art.

The fantastic real kit you got down goes perfect with lyric in the first verse. Kinda lazy sloth like groove with the flappy kick....love em drums. The guitars, great riff, and fab bass follow the flow. Superb lyrics and vocals. A successful collab guys.

So like this. (I do: Who gives a fuck if I am dead?)

Nice one Scotty - a top class listen 😎🙏🙏

Hey bro, love this slinky groove! Very cool sleazy post-punk vibe 😎👍

File Updated: 13/04/25 @ 02:51 GMT ~ Added piano - bass guitar, acoustic guitar picked and melody vocal line on top of spoken line that was there

Try - 148 bpm... consider up tempo extension with chorus  guitar 


"me" refers to you yourself discovering 

1.618 seconds between each reverse effected beat. It's actually just a pitch less bass slap 100% reverse effected and then re reversed to forward in DAW. But retained the flavour of reverse being 100% effected from the start


Lyrics
Let "me" be your guide
Stream spiritual insight
There's a shape shifting prize
Where your will shakes the show to shine

Tease tuned tonal Toltec dream
To please this whole reality
We are not afraid
We have it now and everyday
Limitless self
One deeper way

Mesoamerican mind
Bending space and time
Universal fabric
Where intention fabric wind

Our spirit was moulded to know
Aside good Gulf of Mexico
Where names forever mean
Dinnseanchas from real
Like all water forever know
Good GULF OF MEXICO 🕺🏽

Good Gulf of Mexico...
We all know


Incase I've made you all serious....

My Worm names in Worms Armageddon

1. Carlos
2. Don Juan (Carlos Nagual)
3. Don Genero (Don Juan Nagual)
4. Silvio Manuel (Don Genero Nagual)

"Reinforcements" 😆


Trump's desperate move to try and rename the Gulf of Mexico shows how weak he is. He shows how badly a mind can be poisoned when it blocks out their spirit. Whatever you believe about what he's doing/trying to do/has,hasn't done... He's a racist c*nt and that's a fact ... and the only way he's not is worse .. He plays on racist stereotypes and xenophobic poison within American culture and amplifies and nourishes it (🟧Scumbag {sorry orange square}) Both scenarios mean DT will always find history books as the divider he IS... His ancestors destroyed most of the culture that brought the wisdom this song discusses to light. So he ain't ever changing the name of the Gulf of Mexico as long as I'm alive. Not in my world anyways. If only the world reacted to his monopoly game with real money like they did to this attempted name change. We could accelerate the inevitable decline of this poison if we did put it up to them... I know that would mean a temporary pain and shift for all of us but we would come out the other side a better less greedy humanity.

It does paint very very nakedly how insular the people that celebrate that change of name without a very very bad taste in their mouths. Not a care in the world for anyone else but themselves. They urinate themselves all over the world "thinking" they are the pinnicle of civilisation. Well the smell is getting a bit rancid for everyone else and soon they won't be able to bare it either. Headline humans dumbing themselves down to oblivion. They'll burn away soon. Change is coming for the greater good 🍿

Nagualism

So the bones of this came from Mobygratis.com. I changed it a good bit, there were no chords, so I added some and gave it a structure. I took away some things and added 3 guitars, some synths and percussion, and a fender rhodes. I could have stripped Moby out of it completely but I didn’t so now I have a collaboration with Moby! lol. I had a lot of fun with it, I’ve already picked out our next collaboration lol.

The original file was <<1960s house 2 at Mobygratis.com>>if  you want to check it out

i’m not the one, no  i’m not the one
i’m not a child of god, i’m a son of a gun 
there ain’t no halo on my head
i go where angels fear to tread
the fate of the world ain’t in my hands
i’m just an ordinary man

i’m not the one, baby, i;m not the one
It was a twist of fate, twists like a knife to the bone
i ain’t the light that leads the way
i’m the dark where your deepest fears are made
go lay your sins on some other man
i’m not your sacrificial lamb
  
lost in the shadows i came undone
then i woke up in the blinding sun
now the veil it feels so thin
was i redeemed or was i condemned

i’m not the one, just leave me alone
i’m not the one now go on home
just let me be
baby i’m not the one just set me free
there’s nothing that i can do
let me break it down for you

Not the one

Not The One

'suck on it' with Falsestart

Falsestart: beat, mumble track, bass, rhythm guitar
Scotty: acoustic drum kit, lead guitar, lyrics, vocals

Well, today I can't rise out of bed.
Invasive thoughts stuck in my head.
Who gives a fuck if I am dead?
Nobody but me, now, it seems.
So many loves and friendships deceased.

Now, I'll rise up and live again.
For, I've forgotten former friends
and ex-loves that were pretend.
I can, now, let it be.
There's no such thing as defeat unless you retreat.

Let's pick up our bones,
go for a stroll.
Burn through a few cones,
relent control.
Relax and let it happen, baby.
Some pushin' too hard to force this life.
Let the universe show you paradise.
It's magic. Yet, tragic
that so few care about no one but themselves.

I could care less if you are dead.
You already are, inside my head.
Your reasoning, already fled.
You think you're justified
by convincing yourself of 'truths' within lies.

Keep spiraling down those rabbit holes
of YouTube and podcasts to regain control.
It's helping nothing but you alienating 
yourself from a life, organically,
but you're too fuckin' far gone blind to see
that you're trapped in a now blackened world.

What happened to you man?
To you girl?
To you world?
We're so different.

And now I'm trapped within my head.
And all of you out there are dead.

Buy the shit.
Eat the shit.
Every bit.
Feel like shit.
Suck on it, baby.

suck on it 'demo' (with Falsestart)

'In A Moment' is a smooth jazz piece and just reflects my mood at the time of writing.

Dont Smudge The Ink

In A Moment

"John Denver was born Henry John Deutschendorf Junior at Roswell, New Mexico, the son of an air force pilot. As such, he led a peripatetic life from an early age, but would say later that for him, moving to Colorado was like coming home. He and his first wife Annie - the love of his life - bought some land at Starwood in Aspen
The Denver's moved to Starwood at Christmas 1970, at which time the area had been developed only minimally. They built a five bedroom eco-friendly house and a guest house on the 7.6 acre plot. This mushy, sentimental composition is John Denver's coming home song.
After his tragic death in a plane crash in October 1997, fans wanted to convert the Starwood property into a museum, but it was put on the market and sold for $3.68 million. "                   Songfacts

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Image: Sergey Guk 

Starwood in Aspen-John Denver (Cover)

Cover art: Publicity photo of American television host, Chuck Barris promoting the June 14, 1976 premiere of the NBC reality talent show The Gong Show.

The world can be an unpredictable dog eat dog kind of place full of all sorts of all sorts of people who can get under your skin
Sometimes you just have to smile and nod and keep your feelings to yourself and try your best just to just to take it on the chin
And there’s people who seem friendly, but they’ve got a knife in their hand behind their back
And they’re waiting for the right moment to attack
There used to be a TV show, where you could dance or sing a song
and if the judges didn’t like your performance, they would strike a gong
It sure would be nice if you could walk around with a mallet in your hand every day
And you had access to a gong you that you could strike and make annoying people go away
It sure would be nice to have that kind of power
Amateur performers of dubious talent, trying to win a small prize
Five hundred sixteen dollars and 32 cents, You could see the hunger in their eyes
Chuck Barris hosting on that Burbank stage, he knew the people competing were toast
But he smiled and tried to encourage them and be a good friendly host
The dinosaurs ruled the earth for millions of years until the asteroid struck
it was like a giant cosmic gong
Mammals arose from the rubble and now humans rule the earth, but we haven’t been around for nearly so long
We’re all just making it up as we go along hoping somebody doesn’t strike that gong
It sure would be nice if real life was more like that old Gong Show
And you could get a large gong attach it to wheels and take it wherever you go
You could follow in the footsteps of Chuck Barris and be your own gong show emcee
And whenever people start to annoy you -you could strike that gong and make them flee
He wrote a book called Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Chuck Barris was one of a kind.

The Gong Show

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

1
On a saturday night I feel a little restless, a need for something
And after a few glasses of wine, I think:
Rest can wait until another time
Don't want to be alone 
(So I call you)
Pick up the phone

Du du-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

Chorus:
Will you come and have some fun with me?
The night is young, the wine is strong
Will you come and say hello to my crazy side?
It's pretty wild!

Dudu-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

2
On a sunday night i feel anything but tired, can't sleep
And after twisting my mind, I think:
Sleep can wait until another time
Don't want to be alone
(So I call you)
Pick up the phone

Dudu-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

Chorus:
Will you come and have some fun with me?
The night is young, the wine is strong
Will you come and say hello to my crazy side?
Its pretty wild!

Dudu-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

Pick Up The Phone

Stranger In Town

Special thanks to Ashesndreams for her acappella

Lyrics :
Baby no me pidas que me aparte
Yo ya te he buscado en todas partes
Solamente vengo a recordarte que estoy
Imaginandote
Una y otra vez
Que tu estas aqui conmigo
Acariciandome
No seas timido
Dejate querer
Que si dudas te prometo
Que vas a volver

No tengo miedo
Soy un kamikaze
Mi imaginacion se prende con lo que me haces
Diario yo te pienso
Te tengo en mis suenos
Eres el motor para escribir todos mis versos
No te voy a mentir te quiero todo pa mi

IMAGINANDOTE. 🎧.  feat  Ashesndreams

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics

1
Raining outside
What the hell are you going to do?
This is your life
The one to decide is you!

Chorus x 2:
Live it well, don't make a fool of yourself
Your decision will affect your day
Imagine you have wings, fly through the rain
Keep it honest and real along the way...

2
Storming inside
What the hell are you going to do?
This is your life
The one to decide is you!

Chorus x 2:
Live it well, don't make a fool of yourself
Your decision will affect your day
Imagine you have wings, fly through the storm
Keep it honest and real along the way..

3
Dirt on your mind
What the hell are you going to do?
Well, this is your life
The one to decide is you!

Chorus x 2
Live it well, don't make a fool of yourself
Your decision will affect your day
Imagine you have wings, fly through your life
Keep it honest and real along the way...

4
Living your life
What the hell are you going to do?
Well, this is your life!
The one to decide is you!

Chorus 
Live it well, don't make a fool of yourself
Your decision will affect your day
Imagine you have wings, fly through your life
Keep it honest and real along the way...

This Is Your Life

Day 4 (Revision)

Mistakes imbue a certain charm

Nail me to a rock 
My liver is warm 

My ears won’t interpret much but harm

I said nail me to a rock
My liver is warm

Mistakes?
Mistakes you say are pure

Well they’re mistakes my darling
Are you quite sure?

Mistakes I made
Carving into my own arm

Nail me to a rock
The eagle will come

Searching for anything
To fill this gap
Between my corroding teeth

I’m searching for anything
To fill this space where 
Your love used to eat.

Mistakes I made
Climbing out of Hell

Mistakes I made
Lifting Death’s Bride Veil

Naively bleeding profusely
Just to prove
To prove God loved me

Mistakes are lessons 
You see I’m still in school
Fidgeting in my seat
I raise my hand
I drool
But I can’t be excused


Mind the gap now 
A vicious maw 
Reveals the religion of trauma
Bonds is inherently flawed

Mind the gap now
Denying that love is the law

Mistakes are mirrors
Reflecting either
Serenity or insanity
I’ll sit right here in the tub
And when you sully the water
I’ll pretend  that it was me
Put your face right up to the window, lick it freely 

When you ride the roller coaster
Of your bipolar
I’ll be screaming
Senselessly
Seamlessly
Right next to you

It’s just the thing we do

When searching for anything
To fill this gap 
Between my corroding teeth
Searching for anything
To fill this space where
Your love used to eat

Day 4

Scotty. (almost) everywhere. Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet or at their mom's.

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