Amazing soundscape....really conjures the plethora of sounds in the depths of underground spaces!!

Beautifully evocative and rich in sonic detail. Great stuff!

Hard times, I hope you will forgive the lightness of touch. A big thank you to three magnificent earthlings who allow me to keep dreaming: https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson, https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein and Yaron Engler. 

https://youtu.be/gcvxFj4CPZY

Rocket fuel regular
Or rocket fuel light?
Said the Venusian
He was ever so polite

She said, give me regular
And lit a cigar
He knew straight away
That this girl was from Mars

No smoking in here
You’ll blow us all up
She said, give me ya phone number
And I might look you up

He went red
She remained green
Coz Martians and Venusians
Are like meat with ice cream

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream

He went red
She remained green
But when you think about it
What’s wrong with meat with ice cream

He gave her his number
That’s  what they did
She gave hime a wink
And he fluttered his lids

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
He gave her his number
And a little while later they had green and red kids

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
You know what I mean

Meat With Ice Cream

Meat With Ice Cream (feat. Janine Levinson & Jonathan Beckenstein)

This is a song that started off as something else entirely different. Originally, it was a noodle that I recorded using a delay pedal. I gave it to Chris Maness, who put a killer bass lines on in. so, I went back and completely reimagined it as an actual song. I thought it sounded kinda swampy, so I thought of the most musical thing I could think of about a swamp. I remember the swarms of gnats that would form different patterns when I'd sing different vibrations at them. Hence, Dance of the Gnats.

Dance of the Gnats (with cgmaness)

Seagull was kind enough to share a childhood memory with me of fishing boats with old spark plug engines, the scent of the sea, the sound of gulls looking for a meal, all of which he had put into a lovely musical portrait.  It is a different world compared to the childhood I had growing up in suburban Denver, Colorado.  Now with us both in our later years we get to meet on this wonderful platform called Soundcloud, and I asked if I could tag along with him as he shared this lovely memory.  Thank you my friend for letting me join you.  Always an honor.  Hear more of Seagull's beautiful music @farout-music-studio. A real treat awaits you.

Childhood Memory (Seagull; Guitars, Bass, Synths, David Dunham; Acoustic Guitars)

Built around a recording of an alarm forming the audio background to a hospital visit. Musings on dementia.

Turbulent word streams, erratic coherence
Urgent meanings frustratingly mislaid
Inner sense to outer muddle [innocence]
Interface to inner struggle [in your face]
Fragmented paranoia, translucent target, floating beyond the grasp of balanced conscience
Unviolated nuance beyond interpretation
Disjointed intelligence, resentful agitation

Agitation

Vocals and Lyrics by soundcloud.com/ipg1
Music and Production by HOBOCOP

IPG1-LevelOneUp-DownLikeThat(OfficerMurphyMix)

I guess I am hung up on how and why we repeat mistakes over and over.
The map to a better future is clearly written in the past.
Learn from it, don't distort it,

so what's an hour...It's 60 minutes
so what's a minute...it's 60 seconds
so what's a second..now that's really fast
so what's it matter..not much if they die in the past

time is such a waste of time ,look at all I've wasted
worrying about the time that's left and not taking time to live it
I'm so afraid of dying that I do no more living
I think so much of what I want that I do no more giving
I pretend to live forever though I know that it's not true
So I lie and say tomorrow I'll find time to call you

so what can make it last...I mean forever
and what is the past...an ancient river
so what is the future...a shadow in the night
so what does it all matter..we need the past to give us light

we live and die every day and dump our deeds along the path
stumble forward in the dark as if forever we will last
we have to heed the deeds we did and remember what they sowed
or else we stumble off a cliff and the future leaves us cold
and alone with the ghosts of our regrets of what we could have done
if we had listened to the past and not partied in the sun

so what's it matter, the past??

Finished The Night

Danced You Under The Table

Nothingness - Nel profondo abisso del nulla

Underpass Overture

“Singing in hiding”

Art work: Bianca Van Dijk via Pixabay
Vocal: Vocaloid Yukari and a dove cooing in the treetops of a neighbor's garden.

鳩のごと梢の影にかくれたし

I want to sing like a dove, hiding high in the treetops.

Underpass Overture

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