Coole Stimme! Meine Freundin hatte mal ein seltsames Cover dieses Songs als Handyklingelton - immer wieder nur die ersten paar Takte - konnte es nicht mehr hören. Ohne das Original je gekannt zu haben! Verflixte digitale Welt. Hätte nicht gedacht dass ich dem Song nochmal was abgewinne!

yes!! the "Weeds" theme. played with awesome feel

wundervoller Song und super coole Stimme. good Job Uwe 👌👍👍

Not familiar with the original, but this version sounds great. Guitar has a really nice ring to it, and your voice sounds very good and fits this song perfectly!

Making music to capture something that was never there. Not in your fingers, not in the notes, not in the dancing around each other of the sounds like lovers... But you could swear it's close, something you've heard, something real, something for which your heart raced once. 

Then time goes by, the music fades, it's finally over, and you didn't capture anything. 

You were captured instead.

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100% Caustic.

Artwork: original photo by Lukas Budimaier (from Unsplash).

Greifnah

Written by Uwe Lauterbach
Uwe, Voc. Mandolin
Tim, Perc.

BABY

Written by Malvina Reynolds 1962
Performed by Uwe Lauterbach 2020
I loved this song from the first time i heard it on TV

Little Boxes

At the very beginning, there was nothing.
And then! You will hear life blossom in this immensity, these heartbeats that launch the cycle of possible life in the universe.
And then the big bang. that resonates again and again...

Made with MOOG Modular / Multi-tracks
 It's a hell of a piece and doing it on a MOOG Modular V (even in software version and without a "ready-made" sample) is a fantastic adventure and a hell of a job (first draft in 2007 and release in 2019), but I'm happy about it and if it pleases others... it's even better.

Creation Of The Universe

A little town in northeastern California used to be a mill town with a prison.  Today, the mill stands still. The towers remain a reminder of a much different time. 
Thanks To Logan Blackard for drums
Lyrics;
There's visions of ghosts 
at the old mill tower
In the old saw mill
The blades of the saws
Once hot from the cut
sit cold and still

mountains surround
A small valley town 
At the foot of the hills
A small lonely place
With the never sweat pace
of Susanville 


The cold winter days pass 
into warm summer nights 
The Old town shines on the Main Street 
in bold neon light
The  bitter brush covers a dry desert land 
to the tree covered hills
An old lumber town that's hardly renowned called Susanville 

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money is made

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money is made

New Industry grows 
time served for crime
Jobs to be filled
The cops and the cons 
Face off behind walls 
The state pays the bill

The old mill still stands
holding it's ground 
In hope of living again
Lost spirits are found
in this High Desert town
Called Susanville

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money is made

Roll the lumber
We're cutting for grade
Logs rolling in set for the cut
Is how our money was made

Susanville

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slow version: https://soundcloud.com/crapcircles/nachtprogrammering

Aansluitend Nachtprogramma

Winding Down Now

From the forthcoming double album The Corpse Farts (once) / (twice). Dream-babble conversation between the past, the present and a bockety machine

Through The Arched Window

Music by Brxwwn 
Vocals by Brxwwn
Art by Stella Banzy 
Engineered by Brxwwn & JckiVP
Available via Brxxwn Productions, 4pm 02/5/2021
FREE DOWNLOAD 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 🎶 
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I recorded this song to represent the leap of faith it takes to be the individual you’re suppose to be... Not what you grew up as... Especially growing up in a dysfunctional household in the projects of Eastside Indianapolis, IN; the Eastside of Cleveland, OH; or any ghetto in the World!
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Sounds: Dreamy Electric Piano, Descending Melody Vox, Bass
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Lyrics: 

Detrimental 
Death to the mental
Help 
Screaming out the window
Failed
Fell from the 10th floor
Hell
Fuck what you thought about me Fuck what I thought about myself
Fuck what you thought about me
Fuck what I thought about myself
I cannot yell for help
I got to help myself
I cannot yell for help
I got to help myself

Mama what you doing to me 
In the matrix
Daddy what are you doing to me 
In the matrix
Why must I be doing everything 
they saying
Why this ain’t real life I’m playing 
All from the idea they planned
Why I gotta be acting like 
I don’t see
Omg look at me
Do you worship Satan
No help me lord flee
From the degree of dimensions
Aw naw grandpa got dementia
Aw my grandma tried to heal him
Naw naw grandma tried to kill him
Grandma tried to kill him
Niggards try to do that
Molesting children every day
What the fuck you do that for
Why do you want to play
Around with peoples souls
Peoples minds 
Til your body hit the ground
Now you dying
Ain’t nobody safe and sound
So we crying
Bllleeet shot shot shot shot
Niggards firing niggards firing
Niggards firing niggards firing 
Niggards firing niggards firing 

Detrimental 
Death to the mental
Help 
Screaming out the window
Failed
Fell from the 10th floor
Hell
Fuck what you thought about me Fuck what I thought about myself
Fuck what you thought about me
Fuck what I thought about myself
I cannot yell for help
I got to help myself
I cannot yell for help
I got to help myself

Help Myself

Original track - https://youtu.be/k0yM-G7-zxQ
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming

Little Boxes

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