Hypnotic groove! Vocals paint a disturbing, dark, totally creepy picture - sweet storytelling!!!!

@ashofficialxx: thank you from the both of us. I just LOVE this track!  It's just so sinuous and exciting!

Psychedelic Reality

Checkout the music video on Facebook here: 
https://www.facebook.com/couchkingpresents/videos/2395484990688635/

Thank you, everyone, for listing to our songs!!!

may this song bring you inspiration, entertainment, and joy

Free Silver Dreams album download available at: http://plasticinevitable.bandcamp.com

Marty (AKA Blankets): guitars and bass
https://soundcloud.com/allergeist
Noa: vocals
The Couch King: production and DJing
Efence: Mastering
https://soundcloud.com/efence

Liberation Rock is Plastic Inevitable's first summer release of 2014! This song was recorded in Plastic Inevitable's first heyday, circa 2010, and features the funky vocals of Noa. Liberation Rock showcases our funkier side along with that psychedelic garage sound you have come to love. It is all about being FREE!!! This song was never released and was remastered for it's 2014 debut!

Blankets and the Couch King ft. Noa - Liberation Rock

Clockwork [500 follower Freebie]

Time Rush

Un nouveau titre french pop traditionnel, strato caster & tout.. réalisé sur Teac 4 pistes et revox …Merci pour vos écoutes et  chaleureux !!!feedbacks
Written and performed by Dgé breton
Fender Strat guitare, Bass ARIApro II and drum   by Dgé breton pour
Prod: Dgé.BSoundProjectMusic
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On YOUTUBE : https://youtu.be/HwZ9Hb8gT1M
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a new title... traditional French song, straight from my Revox & Teac 4-track tape players... and 2 strat guitars, a bass and a drum kit... Maybe a little nostalgia, including the way of making my music at a certain time... less confused than at present. In any case, thank you for listening
     Porcelaine sans couleur,quand tu danses
Elle a des fumées dans les yeux
Un coeur comme ça mètronomique
Qui bat tout seul ou si tu veux
Comme celui d’ une poupée mécanique
Elle a des cils moitié baissés
Un raz d’ marée dans le regard
Et des vagues de lumières glacée Qui perle derrière du brouillard
Elle est maquillée noir et blanc
Elle est comme un feu sans chaleur
 Le ciel et l’ enfer en même temps
 C’est une porcelaine sans couleur
REF:
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
Elle a des fumées dans la tête
 
Et des parfums qui restent là 
Sur une vie qui va faire la fête 
Avec un masque qui lui va pas
Elle est maquillée claire obscur Entre le soleil et la nuit
Mais dans ses yeux on voit d’ l’azur Derrière un grand rideau de pluie
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
Mais quand elle danse, tu crois t’ y croire Elle se balance et sans savoir,
C’ est toi qui lance comme un regard dans ses silences , dans ses miroirs
Et quand elle danse, tu tends les mains Elle se balance et sur ses reins
Tu brûles un peu tu voudrais bien
Dans ses silences, aller plus loin
REF....
 Traduction google
She has smoke in her eyes   A metronomic heart like that
Which beats by itself or if you like   Like that of a mechanical doll
She has half-lowered eyelashes
A tidal wave in her gaze
And waves of icy light Which pearl behind the fog
She wears black and white makeup
She is like a fire without heat
Heaven and hell at the same time
She is porcelain without color
REF:
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a look into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her lower back
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
She has smoke in her head

And perfumes that remain there  On a life that is going to party
With a mask that doesn't suit herShe wears light and dark makeup Between the sun and the night
But in her eyes we see of the azure Behind a large curtain of rain
tuptuptidou, tuptuptidou
But when she dances, you think you believe it She sways and without knowing,
It's you who casts a glance into her silences, into her mirrors
And when she dances, you stretch out your hands She sways and on her loins
You burn a little, you would like
In her silences, to go further
REF....

PORCELAINE SANS COULEUR, QUAND TU DANSES

Lyrics:
She was wrong for me
I knew it from the start
I'm not very smart
I left a spare key under the mat
To my broken heart

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

My boss had an epiphany
When I was working at the mortuary
He said: Dig them holes faster!
"This business has no room for uncertainty!"

That may be
Oh, can't you see?
When I'm working for you
I just don't feel like I'm being me
When I'm working for you I ain't following my muse
And there she goes...
(There she goes!!!!)

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
Hey friends, won't you help me spread the news?

I get all my blues for free
Don't you know I'm so low I can't see?
A lousy day...
A lousy pay...
I'm a lousy lay...
I think I'm everything
That everybody say

I'm kicking it
One step ahead of the blues
I'm kicking it 
One step ahead of the blues
I'm sleeping it off in those Sunday pews

One Step Ahead Of The Blues

Image by Stablecog AI:

When I came up with my stage name for SoundCloud,
I imagined an old organ grinder with his monkey and money cup,
cranking away on a street corner of an old cobblestone village.
But these days, the street corner was even older, as was the man himself,
along with his old synthesizer. The monkey is long gone, in case you were wondering.

Actually, I was quite surprised when the image that appeared got my glasses and my beard right, and even my blue shirt along with a pocket (where I keep my pocket protecter full of pens and pencils). Heck, it could almost have been my photo.

Ye Olde Synthgrinder

Nova

voici une musique que j'ai composé en 2006 qui n'avait pas de texte à l'époque, j'ai écrit ce texte en portugais dernièrement et l'ai proposé à Julien Apelian qui avec son immense talent a fait les claviers et refait les batteries et percussions ainsi que l'arrangement, mastering.

paroles, voix et musiques : Steph Ouna
Voix : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
Claviers, percussions et batteries, arrangement, mastering : Julien Apelian https://soundcloud.com/audio-colors

Uma mistura de culturas
Sonho com todos os países
Todas as linguas
está no meu coração
Encha-nos com canções e alegria
Através da força e da diversidade
A música nos leva a outro lugar
Um planeta sem barreiras

Refrain :
Se precisa de tempo
Quer acreditar
Precisa de esperança
Deus nos escute
Somos feitos de po
Sem fronteiras imigrantchis

O mundo é enorme, Deus o faz grande
Toda a riqueza eterna que ele nos deu
Por prazer e partilla e felicidade
E nunca conhecer o fim
Um milhão de estrelas na via láctea
O sol, o mar, o céu, os sonhos

en français

Un mélange de cultures
Je rêve de tous les pays
Toutes les langues
c'est dans mon coeur
Remplis-nous de chants et de joie
Par la force et la diversité
La musique nous emmène ailleurs
Une planète sans barrières

Refrain :
Si tu as besoin de temps
Je veux croire
Besoin d'espoir
Dieu nous entend
Nous sommes faits de poussière
Pas de frontières pour les immigrants

Le monde est immense, Dieu le rend grand
Il nous a donné toute la richesse éternelle
Pour le plaisir, le partage et le bonheur
Et ne connaît jamais la fin
Un million d'étoiles dans la voie lactée
Le soleil, la mer, le ciel, les rêves

Nova

YOUTUBE VIDEO ART
https://youtu.be/aAex9NHwqXg
https://chrisjunos.bandcamp.com/album/greek-drama

ABANDONED

Another great tenor solo from My mate Georg !!!

BRUTAL w/ Georg Boehme

Stranger In Town

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, and compostion
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass, and Roland organ
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitrar, mix, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – triangle, and ancillary vocals

This song began when Carl, who is always making connections on the Cloud, was inspired to write a song about our bandmate, Mark. As you can tell from his lyrics, Carl shares our appreciation and respect for our resident Canadian singer and multi instrumentalist. So, when he had the chords worked out on his acoustic guitar, and a great vocal track, he recorded them and started a project, to which the rest of Eclectic Collective were invited.
  First up to bat was Ken, laying in his always clever, essential beat for the rest of us to work with. Stephen was the next person to lay down a track, which was his essential, but subtle electric rhythm track. Later, after it was almost done, he also added a fiery solo in the firt part of the ending section. Josh came along right after Stephen, laying down his signature fretless bass. He also added the organ shortly after, as well. Tez entered the fray next, adding the lightning, Gilmore-esque final solo in the end section. 
  We considered what to do with this song for a minute, too. The thought was whether to present it to Mark as a gift, or to include him in the mix. We decided to go with the latter, and he added the awesome vocalizations towards the end, as well as some cool triangle.
  Once we had it in the bag, we turned it over to Stephen for the production, mix, and mastering, which he always does in a very pro manner.
  This is our second of hopefully many songs with Carl. If you have good music on your page, there's a good chance that he'll hit you up to collaborate. Like the moon, he's everywhere, and he's a damn fine collaborator, too. We hope you enjoy hearing this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Carl also wanted to share this message about Mark, as well.
  "This song is written for our Canadian friend Mark. Mark is a pivotal member of the Eclectic Collective who as a band and equally Mark as an individual I'm discovering are phenomenal to work with. I was particularly struck how multiple generations of Mark's family enjoy music and creating together. Thanks for your music man. You really do show a unique approach and I look forward to making more really enjoyable songs like this one with you buddy. In my head lyrically Mark is whoever you focus the love on. Rock and Real!" ----TBD

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:
You are the Mark
Mister Lark
Pedigree Bark
Stunning musical stark
Meet Mistermark

From Wondr to Bossa
All from I' Spy
Projecting your best
Proud human melody cry

May 2019
Maybe some fear became esteem
Soft bands in garage channel a way
Internal dreams in sound found light this day

So Dad was a seed
Kudos big man
You do good breed
In music we learn with proper concern
I think now you found Josh the EP

So onto Collective
You expand their perspective
With you and your music
Now Earth gets more fuses
Because of your music
It's a better blue ball
I know I certainly love hearing Marks call

We pressed the remote
We having those jams
Let's get it on and get more brain tan
We singing to clan
Wham bam thank you man

Miss No Mark - [Eclectic Collective]

I might as well 
be made of clay
behind closed doors
I hide away 
Hide away
https://open.spotify.com/album/4COtd8lAfsZKpAlg8ri41k?si=bAieCzHtQOWk2fPX0fuOKg

HideAway

The weeks I left behind me were hard weeks for me.
As a hard-working musician who was lying on the sofa waiting for some musical inspirations to be send from heaven.

But where was it?

What had I done wrong?

I tried to work harder and tried to relaxing deeper.
But there was no chance. No inspiration.

Just at that moment a notification from the evil hard working producer Patrick from Berlin(https://soundcloud.com/noc_berlin) was coming in.
He wrote me that he is working on a new track with the awesome poetry from SinTaMental(https://soundcloud.com/sintamental) and sent me a pre-listening version.
Furthermore he asked me if I have some hints, suggestions or if I want to deliver some additional sounds or if I want to make a remix of his awesome track(https://soundcloud.com/noc_berlin/noc-watery-grave-words-by-sintamental) .

He offered me the stems, but his version was almost perfect.

I left the sofa, as I felt a bit of pressure.
"I have to do a remix, quick, I have to do…"
The first tries to remix failed so I was a little bit frustrated.
So I decided to lay on the sofa again and forget about this theme.
A few days later I wanted to make a new track. Some simple kraut electro. The only thing I can do;)

Randomly I used a matching note scale, that was compatible to Patricks track.
So I had clashed the digits to this remix.
A little bit heavy, less professional, less clear, more crapy but hey: the call me heavy;)

While I was working on this track, I was chatting a little bit with sinth(https://soundcloud.com/sinth-2).
Maybe she smelled a rat that I’m working on a new track.
She delivered me some extra fx sounds whitch fit perfectly in this track.
Many thanks to you Betty:)))



POETRY by SinTaMental(https://soundcloud.com/sintamental/watery-grave):

Watery Grave

The storm has returned
The water pours over me
It covers me
Growing ever deeper
I am submerged
Its weight over me
As I am buried below
The sun I knew is blurred
And fading its light
The deeper I go
The heaver it grows
A single drop of water from the sky reverberates a thousand times
Crushing me

I try to fight                                       REPEAT
I try to reach the surface
But have no chance

I grow weary and stay below
All is black
And all looks the same
I accept my fate
And here remain

Watery Grave (SinTaMental heavynoiz NoC - Remix)

Story by Lemonade
Lemonade in soundloud https://soundcloud.com/lemonadelove
Vocalmix Moon Dust
instrumental Moon Dust

Lyrics: 
My stepbrother Pieter never loved us
any of us so when he brought us these doll radios
we didn't trust him...
but Mary, my sister, 
she swallowed the doll radio
so we had no choice.
We each picked one up and ate it 
Oh, I felt sick...
Oh, something was changing
Mary....felt her throat itch,
feathers pushed out of her skin
and her voice dwindled down to a shriek:
"I'm on fire...I'm on fire....."
I grew thinner and thinner and thinner
I became what I always wanted to be...
a piece of rope.
I slid myself around Pieter's neck and yanked.
"Oh brother of mine, what have you done to us?"
Pieter replies:
"I have given you your heart's desire"
"Oh, oh, oh....oh...oh..oh"
"I have given you everything you want...don't you
want to be what you want to be..your heart's desire...has always been to kill me...
Oh brother of mine, why do you deny what
you are inside....you have always appeared
so calm, so kind, so considerate..your whole
life has been about appearances...but now we
see you as you really are...a very simple creature...a very simple creature....Give me six lines from any man and I will
find something to hang them with....you're a noose"

"No, no," I say, "You are wrong. I am a good person."

Pieter grabbed me by one end and wrapped me around his fist.

"If you are rope, I am the rope charmer…
I will lead you to the things you want to entangle, 
and should you be confused, I will untangle you...and should you love, 
I will tie you to what you love...and should you grow to hate them..
I will loosen you..for what in the world can rope not do?...you have chosen well..
if you have chosen at all...maybe this is just your nature, 
there is nothing to be done about such things..
your nature is stronger than
nurture, your nature leads you round by the nose
to your desire and your desire swallows you whole…
it seems to me that you've never been a man, 
you've always been a rope hiding in a man's body...and now you are free..
the question is...can a parasite live outside a body? 
Can a rope simply be a rope or must a rope always hang a body?
I want to know what you think of this, dear brother."

I said, "I don't know what rope could be without 
something to hold onto, something to tie, 
something to ensnare...something to hold...a rope
is useful..it isn't something that is alive...or has a will.....
it has purpose. I know what my purpose is
and perhaps that is better than being alive…
what do you think, dear brother of mine…
is it my purpose to wrap myself 
around your neck and kill you? 
I cannot be charmed. So come here...come…
to this piece of rope I have become
and show me...show me...."

Rope - Lemonade & Moon Dust

I am Musician,explorer, sculptor and painter Petri Kiviniemi from Finland. 


Thanks for visiting, welcome :-)
 
As a music lover, dance floor enthusiast, fan and supporter I'm looking out for a broad spectrum of electronic sounds. 
Soulful and groovy music is always most welcome, acoustic instruments, tribal influence and music with a jazzy or funky touch are also atracting me.  
I have always loved psychedelic music from the first moment I encountered. 
I'm into lot's of different styles as there is, world fusion, ethno, dub, some glitch, global- & temple bass, bass, psybient,, jazz & rock, alternative rock, trip-hop, the rappin' stuff, black people's music in general, chill out and, and and so on... 
 
Those sounds which are transporting the magical aspects, the light, the groovy and the healing vibes are most appreciated. 

Music is uniting us on the dance floor on SC and where ever you feel like. 

Thanks a lot to all those people which are making this possible.
 
Love & peace

Rope - Lemonade & Moon Dust

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