Elements of Ordered Chaos

Piano Topping for a Pineapple Sundae

Piano Topping For A Pineapple Sundae

Just Say No!!

Baby Don't Cry

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Noizy

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics:

The yellow on these walls are only getting more vivid
The stench of piss and squid that cuts the air like new Madrid
I'm flying in on that Mary Poppins shit
Throwing salt up in the wounds like Mr. Clean without a slip in the slit
I'm riding in on that grade A frizzle shit
Animated with the magic on this bus I sit
But every seat is just a blur of what will occur
I'm Cuckoo for the coco Sonny losing all his fur 

Sitting down on that stoop kid won't leave shit
Two feet one place no face I'm here to conceive it
Umbilical cords slop on down to the floor
And birth the only things that I was put here for
I'm playing jump rope
I'm leap frogging
Go get the Zzzquil
And stop the clogging
All of these embryonic spawns I stay aborting
But they keep on keep on popping out and distorting

I'm playing fiddles with Big mama succubus
She's got all those riddles that'll pull you down in the abyss
Playing fiddles with Big mama succubus
She's got all those riddles that'll pull you down to the abyss

neuropathy or am I just brainless?
Is it addiction or an inflamed meatus?
frolicking through distractions with just a fetus
A fetus deformed and left with such a thesis
It screams from the soreness and the abandonment
The one  that didn't make the blueprint
The breath didn't take the mint
Now just dead eyes that evolved from the Squint

I'm playing fiddles with Big mama succubus
She's got all those riddles that'll pull you down in the abyss
Playing fiddles with Big mama succubus
She's got all those riddles that'll pull you down to the abyss

I'm playing fiddles with Big mama succubus
She's got all those riddles that'll pull you down in the abyss
Playing fiddles with Big mama succubus
She's got all those riddles that'll pull you down to the abyss

Big mama succubus
Swirls of defeat and Emptiness
Big mama succubus
Cheeks on your chest with a soul's kiss

Noizy x The Mysterious Decibel - Big Mama Succubus (FREE DOWNLOAD)

Cast of characters:
Mysterious Decibel--@themysteriousdecibel -MD—lyrics and vocals
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman–Stephen–foundational guitar in first half, solo in the coda, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell– piano, keyboards, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara–Ken–drums and percussion, minor backup vocals
Llanpsych–@llanpsych–Tez–guitar solo and fills in the main section
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–mandolin, four string fretless bass guitar
This latest Eclectic Collective song was probably the most collaborative in a true sense as we've yet released. The song began with Josh trying to piece together a couple of ideas that he'd come up with on the piano. He sent his ideas to JJ, who took out a connecter section that Josh had no intention of making anything of, and turned it into the body of the song. He returned the song to Josh complete with a signature JJ Terrell climactic coda. Then Josh added the bass to JJ's piano, with some help from the always solid drums from Ken. The way it usually goes is that Josh comes up with a scratch bass line to accompany the song, then Ken adds drums, then Josh goes back and adds the bass to fit the beat. Sometimes they go back and forth, but not this time so much. 
  Then, Stephen added the foundational guitar in the first section, and came up with the idea for the coda. Josh added some mandolin to the coda, too, after which Stephen redid the guitar in the coda to make it very dynamic and part the clouds. Tez finally came along and added the fiery solo and the charming fills in the main section. Most of this time, MD had been working on the narrative lyrics and refining his melodic vocals. Finally, Stephen put it all together for us and mixed it in his expert fashion. 
  We hope you enjoy the thrill of the climax, and also get a chuckle out of the lyrics, which are included below. 
  Let me tell you 'bout a dancer yeah!
A mysterious one
She dances to the decibel
She's a A shape shifter from the stars
She doesn't cast no shadow
The light makes things bizarre
She'll mold a new soul in you
And get your grandmother too
She'll bleed you from afar

It's an Early time and a late night
On a mothership deep in flight
Yeah!
It's an Early time and a late night
When the grays are seeing white!

Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about 

Oh baby you caught me off guard I think it's gonna be a early time and a Late night

Hubba bubba max
Hubble space snacks
I'm playing galaga 
Waiting for climax
It didn't take long
A few setbacks

One and done in the black hole
With the Shape shifting of my gun
The time was short but the blast quaked
It was all over before it begun
The frown Came over her like a storm cloud dropping down torrential rain
The frown came over me some time later when the little fetus from Mars slopped onto the terrain

It's an Early time and a late night
On a mothership deep in flight
It's an Early time and a late night
When the grays are seeing white

{Get that thing away from me
Stay on your home planet}

Just One minute altered my universe
My reputation outside of the earth
Flys away in a hearse
Now I'm just the minute man of the cosmos
With an infant out there somewhere they call him... space Frankenstein that's what she knows

It's an Early time and a late night
On a mothership deep in flight
It's an Early time and a late night
When the grays are seeing white

Early Time Late Night (The Eclectic Collective)

Where does love go? we seem to be born with a natural love for others..color blind..culture blind..and then we make teams/chose sides/wear uniforms. and lose empathy/common sense..
We need to remember the instinctual love and bond we have for and with each other if we hope to overcome the bombardment of self serving false narratives we get everyday on social media/news/political speeches ...


lyrics

went to bed last night and woke up in a dream
don't recall the details but it seemed so real
I was standing in a dark room in a cold wet sweat
not a sound to be heard, not a touch to be felt
and I thought to myself as I stood there alone
this must be earth and I was chilled to the bone

then I saw a blue light shimmering up ahead
I could see it was warm and I could feel it was strong
and I knew it had the power to push back the night
If I could only find a way to give it a chance
the light was the love trapped deep inside me
I had to find a way to set it free
the more I thought about it, the more I looked inside
I realized the key was me


now I stand in the morning sun but I am still cold and wet
surrounded by some many like me looking for the light
trying to find a way to push back the night

is the love that we seek just a blue light in a dream
or is it buried in our hearts waiting to be freed
we made it captive to our fears
we starved it with our greed
it strains to break the chains that we shackled to its feet

love is something we're all born with
it's ours to use or lose
it just gets hidden by our weakness and fear
trust in yourself and in all those around you
let the light shine bright and push back the night

where does the love go??

Dear friends,
Goodness must not tire because then evil wins!

They Wait

They are waiting for that tomorrow will be a brighter day
They wish that the daybreak shall be quiet - all days
These small kids are alone and they long for the day when their parents come
to bring them back to their home town
where all of them feel that they are safe

The situation has become worse than it ever has been
and we people in the world must react - all days
we must tell the world leaders that this is no way to rule the world
the future should change direction
to a brighter society for us all

As I understand there are only few
with minds that are distroying the life - on earth
are they filled up with hatred or is it a gread for power
it should not be so hard to change their minds
and thus they may enter paradise

They Wait

[Warsaw, Saint Anna church, 16.07.2003].
Foto: King's College Chapel, Cambridge.

J.S. Bach: 1. Prelude [Prelude and Fugue In E Minor, BWV 533 (1705 ca.)].

“Cuando nadie me ve es mi propio tiempo  mi propio silencio
Cuando nadie me ve canta mi alma y percute mi corazón
Cuando nadie me ve es mi propio espacio frío y desolado
Cuando nadie me ve alcanzo a ver el sol detrás de la luna
Cuando nadie me ve siento los besos en el viento que quedaron en libertad
Cuando nadie me ve brillan las estrellas entre mis ojos
Cuando nadie me ve el reflejo del agua es mi única compañía
Cuando nadie me ve los árboles se mecen y lloran en el silencio junto a mi
Cuando nadie me ve arde el fuego invisible y ahogador
Cuando nadie me ve soy yo y mi desnudes
Cuando nadie me ve me encuentro nuevamente al inicio del camino, un nuevo camino
Cuando nadie me ve es cuando nadie puede saber que existo
Cuando nadie me ve puede ser el preciso tiempo en que nadie piensa en mí, quizá
Cuando nadie me ve encuentro mi niñez y la madures de las heridas
Cuando nadie me ve se aleja el mundo de mi
Cuando nadie me ve despierta el ciclón tímido y silencioso
Cuando nadie me ve y solo cuando nadie me ve... quizá no me dejo ver o talvez soy el más llamativo color del arcoíris, pero nadie me ve
Cuando nadie me ve” (Augusto Su)
"When no one sees me, it is my own time, my own silence.
When no one sees me, my soul sings and my heart beats.
When no one sees me, it is my own cold and desolate space.
When no one sees me, I can see the sun behind the moon.
When no one sees me, I feel the kisses in the wind that were set free.
When no one sees me, the stars shine between my eyes.
When no one sees me, the reflection of the water is my only company.
When no one sees me, the trees sway and weep in the silence beside me.
When no one sees me, the invisible and suffocating fire burns.
When no one sees me, it is me and my nakedness.
When no one sees me, I find myself again at the beginning of the path, a new path.
When no one sees me is when no one can know that I exist.
When no one sees me, it may be the precise time when no one thinks of me, perhaps.
When no one sees me, I find my childhood and the maturity of wounds.
When no one sees me, the world moves away from me.
When no one sees me, the timid and silent cyclone awakens.
When no one sees me, and only when no one sees me Look... maybe I don't let myself be seen, or maybe I'm the most striking color of the rainbow, but nobody sees me.
When nobody sees me" (Augusto Su)

El viaje a ninguna parte

Cuando nadie me ve

compo20250304 (Cuando nadie me ve)

Pieces

Nocturne in C minor for Violin and Piano

every-tear---part-2

Polish Composer (M.A., 2002, "F. Chopin" Academy of Music in Warsaw,  Prof. Zbigniew Baginski's class), music theorist (M.A., 2000, "F. Chopin" Academy of Music in Warsaw, under Prof. Maria Piotrowska), musicologist (Ph.D., 2005, University of Warsaw, under Prof. Zbigniew Skowron), researcher, lecturer.
So far he has written 128 pieces: 12 symphonies (2017-2024), 3 symphonic poems (2001-2011), 4 concertos with orchestra (organ, piano, two pianos, flute, 2002-2025), 22 string quartets (2001-2025), 17 sonatas for different solo instruments with piano (violin, cello, oboe, trombone, etc.), chamber music as Piano Trio (1998), Piano Quartet (2021), Piano Quintet (2003), String Trio (2021), numerous songs for voice and piano, sacred works, e.g. Mass for soloists, choir, organ and orchestra (2002, rev. 2024), and electronic music.  
The stylistic and technical parameters describes the text below:
https://pawelstrzelecki.wixsite.com/music
The author of the crucial, first and original book (used as academic manual and present in many libraries) on "New Romanticism" in Polish music after 1975, containing interview of the author with Krzysztof Penderecki (2022, English Language Edition).
https://www.peterlang.com/document/1282565?fbclid=IwAR1Pm40flHnsqH07OsvXdXwV1ZwLeVLOmfrxkqe3wxL5rsJioluBL-2FQ9M#document-details-anchor
Polish edition (2006):
https://mi.pl/pl/p/Pawel-Strzelecki-Nowy-romantyzm-w-tworczosci-kompozytorow-polskich-po-roku-1975/59

The book was quoted in: Andrea Bohlman: "Musical Solidarities. Political Action and Music in Late Twentieth-Century Poland". Oxford University Press, 2020, pp. 208, 266. The link to the quotation (p. 208):
https://books.google.pl/books?id=uNnBDwAAQBAJ&pg=PA208&dq=bohlman+nowy+romantyzm&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjoyL-x-Lf4AhXOk4sKHUWMChUQ6AF6BAgEEAI#v=onepage&q=bohlman%20nowy%20romantyzm&f=false

J.S. Bach: 1. Prelude [Prelude and Fugue In E Minor, BWV 533 (1705 ca.)].

Pawel Strzelecki, Ph.D.