WISH A  DETOUR TO PLAY THE SILENT MAMBO

Une autre collaboration avec la belle Lorzha La Succube.

Lyrics:
Mes lèvres sont des fruits sucrés et murs,  
dans l’ombre velue où le désir se tisse,  
je bois ton souffle court de miel obscur,  
quand la nuit nous lie et nous métisse.  

L’attente est un jardin sombre velouté de poils,  
où les fleurs carnivores sont des présages,  
tu trembles et plie sous mes doigts d’étoiles,  
et le temps filandreux se déchire sous l’orage.  

Je trace sur ta peau froide et lisse des runes,  
des signes anciens que seule la lune connaît,  
tu es l’énigme bleutée, la libellule importune,  
l’abîme où, à l’aube claire, je me noierai.  

(Chorus)
La la la, la la, la la la
La la, hum hum, La la
La la la, la la, la la la
La la, hum hum, La la

Ta couche est un livre où je lis à l’encre du feu,
Je la parfume d’hésitation et de cyprine. 
Chaque mot brûle et se consume,  peu à peu,
Dans le brasier de mes prunelles vipérines.  

L’aube aux pieds d’argent viendra, pâle et nue,  
Effacer nos noms du sable noir  de l’oubli 
mais sous tes cils, l’ombre persiste,  ténue,
où notre plaisir se grave et nous délie.  

Je pars, emportant ton parfum à mes cils,  
un sillage de sel et de rêve, dans la brume 
tu implores ma clarté chaude et vibratile,  
comme le sang doux et indigo des agrumes .

(Chorus)
La la la, la la, la la la
La la, hum hum, La la
La la la, la la, la la la
La la, hum hum, La la

Agrumes Indigo

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Cloudy days atmospheric soprano sax: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Cover art by Heidi K: https://soundcloud.com/heidijks

Cloudy Days (Remix) feat. joerxworx

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

Gold Colored Teacup

This is how it’s done / FRAWSTAKWA & Paploviante
Lyrics and vocals written and performed by FRAWSTAKWA
@frawstakwa
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an homage to American TV painting personality Bob Ross, who I watched regularly back in the 80s before his posthumous internet fame
I'm sorry to have butchered Don McLean's beautiful song Vincent by changing the words and using his melody and my croaky voice...folksinger, I am not... oh well it was  a good lyric writing exercise at least


Bobby Bobby Ross
Painting with his secret sauce
Liquid White on canvas tossed
I watched him late at night on my TV

Cadmium Yellow daffodils 
A mix of Midnight Black to make his hills
His velvet voice and landscape plan so chill
Nature seemed to bow at his command

Now I understand
All those forest, ocean, winter scenes
400 episodes with Phthalo Green
On PBS commercial-free
His rush with brush and speedy painting bliss
And now he's called an ASMRist

Bobby Bobby Ross
His clouds they look like candy floss
Reds and yellows, greens in semi-gloss
Creeks that sing and swim in Prussian Blue

Those mountains built on cue
With his pallet knife, he lays them down 
Their peaks and valleys glow like starry crowns
Bold colors he will wear and share with you

Now I'm speaking true
Of his wise words that he wished for me
Happy accidents are meant to be
They have come to set you free
Just like life sometimes, some spots get messed
Here comes your big tree bravery test

I know the art snobs did not like him
Nor did that Alexander dude
But still, he spoke to me
Big hair, big heart, big B
His reruns run most every afternoon 
Here's to the boss our Mr. Ross
There'll never be another one as sweet or super cool

Bobby Bobby Ross
Creating all those Happy Trees
A song to sing in playful key
It's sometimes hard to stay between the lines

I've been painting crooked pines
Production mix all Vandyke Brown
Withered words that reek of pun and clown
Lie slushed and swollen on the Soundcloud snow

Now I think I know
What he tried to say to me
Art is love, it's life, it's tragedy
Inside of all of us you see
So find your passion, get that fire lit
And with a 2 inch brush
Beat the devil out of it


Music Don McLean 1971
Lyrics HotR 2025

Bob ( my apologies to Don McLean)

Last Night

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four-string fretless bass, PRS SE semi-hollow body electric guitar, Sigma acoustic guitar, lyrics, vocals, and composition
SunnyBeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering
This is a love song written about Josh's favorite band, Phish. He came up with the chords on his acoustic guitar, and shared it with the group. This was written with Beck in mind, though, too, as he knew she'd be contributing her magic to this one, too. Even when it was just the acoustic guitar set to a looper beat, she came up with many of the parts you hear throughout. Although, she also readjusted and redid a lot of it, too, throughout the process. Ken was the next piece of the puzzle to jump in. He laid down his perfect drums beats to it in only one or two tries, giving it the groove it needed. After Ken laid down the beat, that allowed Josh to add his bass to the mix, too. It was almost done musically, but it needed a lead guitar, which Josh also put in there. Before it was finished, though, JJ weighed in with his clever organ, which can be heard from about 2:30 on. When it was all wrapped up musically, Josh also sang his lyrics, which are written from the perspective of two Phish heads conversing about the imminent Phish show, which is always a big, exciting event. 
  Josh has seen almost 70 Phish shows in his life, and he hopes his adoration for the band is evident in this song. This is the second song Eclectic Collective have done with Beck, and we all hope for many more, too. She's a fantastic musician, with a wonderfully deep well of creativity. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:

Are you gonna meet me at the show tonight
Am I gonna see you at the show?
What songs do you think they’ll play tonight?
I’ve been waiting all year to go

You should check out last night’s set list
The show was packed with killer songs
Is there any one that you’ve been chasing?
I love it when the crowd all sings along
 
Trey’s been stirring up all the great jams
Page rules the keyboards from his throne
Mike digs the groove so deep and he stands
On Fishman’s beats that shake our bones
 
Hope you have your ticket for the show tonight
I know these days they’re on our phones
Some spun wook is always tripping
Looking for profundity in all the songs

Every now and then they have to just stop spinning 
Stare at the lights, and sing along
So I know we’ll hear some great things tonight
Every time I go, my mind gets blown
After in the lot I know I’ll eat a grilled cheese

Trading Mics For Phish Pages- Eclectic Collective w/ SunnyBeck

This is a track from my album TALES OF A NOMAD, a collection of impressions from decades of living a nomadic life for professional reasons.

Detour To Santiago

Let´s play the Mambo. ( 1993 ) Eddy Mango - Margareta Theorin ( Eddy )

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Wish — The Whole World On One Ship, What Could Be Better

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bring your blankets, folks - let's break the world record

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Wish — The Whole World On One Ship, What Could Be Better

no russian (trapboy3k & war)

Silent Light

Runtz prod.shvde

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

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