I Don't Change Myself (Instrumental version)

Naviarhaiku 403 On The Spring Equinox

commissioned & premiered by Loadbang

Trumpet: Andy Kozar
Trombone: William Lang
Bass Clarinet: Adrián Sandí 
Baritone Voice: Jeffrey  Gavett 
Date: October 1, 2021
Venue: Opera America (NYC)
Event: loadbang Presents: Premieres Vol. 17
Audio and Video by Stuart Breczinski

video: https://youtu.be/cfU1rI2Ge9w

ghosts & monsters

Silhouette

Silhouette ♟️

For the occasion, I reworked this thing a little. It's a track from the archives but I always enjoy this one for the energy. Nothing too serious though :)

lyrics:

ah hear the phone rings
time for a night out
fragile hearts await to break like glass on
classy smiles and
aerosol touch of plastic warmth
enthusiastic spasms of a lovelife on the thresh
of lifting off

she paints her face down with red and sticky glue
wrapped around her eyes it looks like
wings of butterflies
look at all the flesh displayed
all this ecstasy unveiled
"run away with me," her body screams,
"you will be pleased to please, please me"

she's a happy valentine
such a happy valentine

kisses, hugs and funny talk
electrifies the air
look at her attention span,
"what with who and why and where?"
a gazillion pretty friends to give her
all the love she needs
in the centre of the universe she says:
"it's just ol' silly little
ME"

it's a happy valentine
such a happy valentine

❤️ @Bandcamp

Happy Valentine redux

the shits are on parade
proud of the shit world that they made
they want you to love it too
if you don't, they'll step on you
we'll wait, make our weapons
wait'll you smell the shit you stepped in

ground glass and cyanide crystals
loaded in a smoothbore shotgun pistol
if you want some, i'll give you a taste
it's just a graze, but you're blue in the face
a flail of knotted strips
of leather that are poison-dipped
blue ring-stonefish-mamba venom
scrapings from my crusty denim
couple ounces centipede juice
and a cup of crushed-up brown recluse
it kills by touch alone
rots you to the bone

mercury rounds in .45
roller blades and bowie knives
knuckle dusters, iron gloves
.44 russian fired with love
squeaky little farts
blowing neurotoxic darts
just a little prick and you're done
a needle of death in a '50s raygun
for the next motherfucker in line
a metal lunchbox claymore mine
clack-clack-clack, pow-pow-pow
where's your god now?

you fucked up good and there's nowhere to hide
the mayan death god is on our side
knocking off your crown
a hail of crystal skulls rain down
in the land of the dead
wake up missing half your head
your funeral pants are filled with fudge
when you step up to the scales to be judged
ammit sits by, drooling
as anubis makes his ruling
the feather is lighter than your heart
demons will tear you apart
https://soundcloud.com/slimecop

Johnson Family Arsenal(OOTO & Slimecop)

Asylum

In The Name Of God

The Changing Mood

Original composition by Marco Lucchi
"September is Here Again"

Reworked and mixed by Liquid House
Hadean Studio, September 2022

Marco Lucchi : piano, synth and treatments
Liquid House : moog and electronics

Agnes Miller Parker - The Return of The Native

settembre 2022

Marco Lucchi & Liquid House - È Mutato il Colore del Mondo

Music and Words by Sean Drysdale

Sean Drysdale-Bass/Electric Guitar/Vocals
Mick Furlo- Electric Guitar/Vocals
John Cashman- Drums/Vibes

OLD TOWN

I think I’ve finally reached that point
Where giving up is going on
Cause this just ain’t my scene, oh well I’m moving on
The pain is not when you lose
The pain is when you have to choose
Between yourself or another round (a round)

They’re popping blue pills with booze
While they fade away in Old Town
They’re wishing you all the best
Cause there’s always new friends around 
Where darmas peak but no one speaks 
About the sadness that is Old Town
They’re never leaving Old Town

Can’t tell the forest from the weeds
This street it never bleeds
Only takes what it needs
The Artists are just sycophants 
Parading with their good intents 
They’re fetishists and fantasists 
Praying you hit their web

The streets are dark it’s getting late
While they fade away in Old Town
The snow is weak but they’re awake
While they rage away in Old Town
They’re wishing you all the best
Cause there’s always new friends around
Where dramas peak but no one speaks 
About the sadness that is Old Town
They’re never Leaving Old Town

Old Town

Music: JayK & Druid667
Guitars, Bass & Synth: JayK
Vocals: Druid667
Lyrics: Druid667

Text: 
It's always been a
Heavy, wonderful, confusing, wild
Hard, curious, lost and lonely
Abandoned, happy, sorrowful life.
Been feeling alone for so long
Lord, been feeling alone for so long
And from the depths
In the least conceivable pain
Rises up sometimes
Something of sheer, untoxic, eternal love
Been feeling alone for so long
Lord, been feeling alone for so long
One day we will be
Undisturbed and free
Don´t you know, finally
Realize all beauty and divinity
Been feeling alone for so long
Lord, been feeling alone for so long

Lord, Been Feeling Alone For So Long (Gebr.K & Druid667)

Hidden Paths

U-Kuopio

where are we going?

Eterna

the Day The Holidays Began

Sampled and detuned churchbells provide the sonic textures for this exploration of abstract ambience

CHURCHbELLS

something wicked this way comes (better run)
cutting quick with lethal tongues
a sick and twisted love
victims of
afflicted ones with bigger guns (bigger guns)

the evil sleeps where rivers run
beneath the mud
deceitful peoples blood (blood)
seeps into able grips of fatal floods
im seeking nothing of

im inclined to beleive it
i was designed to achieve it
so blind that you dont fucking see it
im weaving in the meaning underneath it
i wont ever seek to speak your weakness
its discrete because i keep the fuckin secret

---

Fixated on what's unstated
Peddle your aggression now, Ill-fated 
tendencies leave a statement
Excuses come from blatant agents

---

ive walked through the valley
in the shadow of death
i thought you knew me then
but sadly ive got nothing left
theres no heart in my chest
ive felt the darkness progress
the machine is possessed
seen regardless of flesh

so im standing strong, in the face of this adversity
these damning thoughts, (hide) can erase me so unmercifully
these battles fought, will portray me so imperfectly
I embrace when they discourage me
the flaming gates of my eternity

---

Fixated on what's unstated
Peddle your aggression now, Ill-fated 
tendencies leave a statement
Excuses come from blatant agents

---

Oh you think it's over now
You better run (bigger guns)
You better hide
Hide
Hide
Never make a sound
One wrong move puts you in the clouds

Before the hunter comes from the floods
Hounds are out for blood
Blood
Blood

something wicked this way comes (better run)
cutting quick with lethal tongues
a sick and twisted love
victims of
afflicted ones with bigger guns (bigger guns)

the evil sleeps where rivers run
beneath the mud
deceitful peoples blood (blood)
seeps into able grips of fatal floods
im seeking nothing of

---

Fixated (nothing of) on what's unstated
Peddle your aggression now, Ill-fated (nothing of)
tendencies leave a statement
Excuses come from blatant agents (nothing of)

---

Oh you think it's over now
You better run (bigger guns)
You better hide
Hide
Hide
Never make a sound
One wrong move puts you in the clouds

ive walked through the valley
in the shadow of death (better run)
i thought you knew me then
but sadly ive got nothing left

I Don't Change Myself (Instrumental version)

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