heya...funk at its best...i love it so much

man, I don't know who profiled me for this, but you are making my day, buddy.  Great stuff

CLOUDS OF NOSTALGIA UNLOADED IN THIS GARAGE

Once I wrote a description here !!!

Ok let's say I started adding layers to the great music https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1 sent to me.

Letra (translated lyrics below)

Se arrastró bajo los muros,
llorando.
Se filtró por las ranuras,
buscándome.
Y miró entre las fisuras,
deseando:
mucho claro, nada oscuro,
llamándome…
 
Mas el centinela mágico
de quijadas relucientes,
descarnado por los dientes
de mil y un gusanos cárnicos,
por la acción más degenérica
de venenos de odio y muerte,
este ser, cerebro inerte,
la detuvo, niña histérica…
 
Pero huyó,
vio sentada su promesa de llamarme.
Y escapó,
Vio prendido su deseo de amarme.
Sensación
de saber que era la presa, fuego y carne,
y en la intensa luz de vida vino a hallarme;
y me encontró.
-------------------------------------------
She crawled under the walls,
crying.
She filtered through the grooves,
searching for me.
And she looked inside the fissures,
wishing:
much clarity, no darkness,
calling me…

But the magic sentry
of shining jawbones,
eaten to the bone by the teeth
of thousand and one meat worms,
For the most degenerated action
of poisons of hatred and death,
this being, inert brain,
detained her, hysterical girl …

But she fled,
found assured her promise of calling me.
And she escaped,
found on fire her willing to love me.
Sensation
of knowing that she was the prey, fire and flesh,
and in the intense light of life she came to find me;
and she did.

Ella huyó - She fled (with ProgRockDan1)

In a common work, we all consider together how our little paradise in the infinite space might be lost. Lost to humanity and all other life that exists here, but many species of which are already extinct. Can it really be our serious meaning, that we would rather wage war and continue to lay waste, the only place we have?

Paradise Lost.

Music & e-guitar by Ed C @https://soundcloud.com/westtracksmusic
Supplementary sounds and Clara by Dan-DT @https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3
Lyrics & vocals by Peter @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040
Acoustic guitar by David D @https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Mixing & production by Seagull @https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

    Oh dear God what have we done?
    We suck the frozen coldings from our sullen solitary moon,
    Amplify the brazen boilings of our searing prodigal sun.
    And sway in time to catastrophe's wooden tune:
    We're a human race, that's on the run.

    We had it all, those fabled milky promised lands,
    Bestowed as nature's gifted dowry fair.
    We lifted precious gold and girt of flowery nectar in our hands
    Did cast it freely to the dirt with ne'er a fleeting care,
    As naked, baked and frozen now we stand.

    Long forfeited of the right to resolutely lead and boldly fight
    Stripped of creed we kneel and plead forgiveness of the case.
    Craving of the honest light, we darked the day and spliced the night
    In which this spinning world that lies defiled, desolate, exploited and debased
    Decries of natural justice, just as biblical endings loom in sight.

    No reverse gear, no button for rewind.
    Planetary cycles flip to comical haywire.
    And chaos smiles upon the dross of humankind,
    Shuddering alternate from arctic frost to forest fire.
    Deftly rendered senseless, crippled, deaf and dumb and blind.
    The environmental trust we cast to dust, fair repayment, done in kind,
    No future generations will need our crushing legacy to them remind,
    The penitential moral cost
    Of the Paradise we owned and Lost.

Paradise Lost - Ed C, Dan-DT, Peter, David D & Seagull

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries
Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies  
Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies 
We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies 
Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh
Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa
Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no
Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea
He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel
He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real
He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal
Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips
Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps 
A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design
A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine 
Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught 
The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle  
Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day
Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays 
Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew
Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times
Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite 
Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek 
And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak 
And a little bit starts to drip and leak  
That’s TMI
He got funk like pumpkins got pie 
Funk like bumpkins get by
Funk like stuck in deny
All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high
Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk 
It be 
Booming
Out the 
Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine
A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine
Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined 
I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face 
You turned up the bass
That’s right, you could hear it all over the place 
Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz
Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse
Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass
We be keep it funky now common shake that azz
Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe
Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose 
Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows 
We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show
Will it still be funky if we, what
Spayed it with some poo-pourri,  hell yea
Will it still be funky if we, what
Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such 

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?
Oh yea
Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours
How’s that sound?
Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby
Let’s turn the clock back to ’65
That’s where I like to hide out
It’s the place I really thrive
Well look out
Take your time now
This funk moves like a big fat cow
Yea, the Couch King baby
I tried to run but I could not hide
I tried to run 
But I could not find a place to hide

Funk'n Blisters

Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield, and the Couch King -Funk'n Blisters

In a sentimental mood.
Thanks to @Rosindust who, with her talent and versatility, always interprets each of my pieces in such a brilliant way. A source of inspiration and an incentive to my creativity.

Here the other collaborations with Tatiana: soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

Nostalgia

Nostalgia - with Rosin dust

Music: Jan Schonander & Belial Pelegrim  https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

MAGRITTE ORANGE CLOUD

Plus ça change
(The more it changes)
Plus ça reste le même 
(The more it stays the same)

Magritte Orange Cloud

This is quite raw, but an honest one. Recorded in one take, decicated to you dear SC listeners. I feel lucky to receive such attention and feedbacks here. Soundcloud community keeps me going and inspires me. 
Production might not be perfect, sorry about that, but this guitar track was composed and played with the heart to thank you humbly.

Garage smile

Chorus
Pull the trigger— on these rhymes
Focus target, bottom line
 Each word impact, like doing time
Ricochet of each other, by my design 
As I unload , as I unload (X4)

Verse 1
Still ——the shimmer of light, coming through the curtains 
the day is not done, outcome’s uncertain 
drop the weight of my shoulder, unload the burden
Exponent the sum of one, connection open
Gonna chill and have some fun, I’m talking floating

Verse 2
I feel up to the level, drop a verse
Bass, mids, and treble, why rehearse 
Bars tight got several, raise a toast 
Going straight through, like a prison ghost
—Some wine,— host with the most
Words bounce off each other, like pinball dope
bounce off each other, like pinball dope
Push ahead, step back, full contact
Calm add reverb
Calm nerves, add reverb
All flavor, got every code
Love of labor, as I unload

Chorus
Pull the trigger on these rhymes
Focus target, bottom line
Each word impact, like doing time
Ricochet of each other, by my design
As I unload , as I unload

As I Unload

I have always thought that it is easier to compose and touch the listener's emotions with minor clef pieces, with melancholic and thoughtful hints or, at least, it is for me. But sometimes, as a small challenge to myself, I like writing something cheerful, so this is a little ode to joy.
Dedicate to the dear Debra, musician and listener always sensitive to all the nuances and colors of music.
For this piece I played two classical guitars, bass, piano and wrote three digital wind lines for clarinet and saxes. I hope you enjoy it.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

12/12/2024

Feels like heaven!

Gerard / Paploviante 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Picture, Mix and Mastering 

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Cold Truth 140 BPM

"A Quiet Room" is played on a Jeff Bamburg FSC guitar. Carpathian Spruce/Macassar Ebony, DADGAD tuning. A short tune which gradually "earned" its title as I made my way through composing this piece. Recorded Feb/2025. Thanks to all who might have a listen to this new track!

A QUIET ROOM

waking up

I wrote the flute part for a friend. In this case it is played with midi.  The harp is played with a little celtic harp.

Dream on

'interyou'd'

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJpT3wlyg3N/?igsh=MTZ0MGFoeDhqMHA4ZA==

note: another shitty live phone recording

Let's make this house a home,
for I'll want you until I'm gone.
Just, please, don't leave this place
before me, as I couldn't take bein' alone.
Without you.

interyou'd

Organics (2025)

Trippin'Kid

(Don't follow me here, best on my main page ;)

COMPOSER - PRODUCER - MUSICIAN
I PLAY BASS GUITAR AND DRUMS
IN THE BAND „4NO1“
(ALL STYLES, SINCE 1992)

Gerard-Paploviante

Paploviante

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