@53_88888 Thanks for your ears and love. We really appreciate it. :)

maybe weird but you guys remind me of country classics from ween

Like the echo-y bridge and the bendy guitar. Thats very interesting! Like this song!!

Very well done 🔥🔥great song 🔥🔥🔥

love the atypcical cadence in this cadence!

Bringing Back some track made with Traxx, few years Back. 
Sounds Okay, I  thought you may enjoy it :)

Music Mix & Featuring by Traxx
Vocals & Lyrics : Special Cecilia

WAY OKAY

A big thank you to https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx for playing nearly all instruments, arranging and mixing, it was a  pleasure to collab.

Lines in inverted commas quote René Girard (1923 - 2015), also the title of the song points to him.

The picture shows a section of a photography showing men at Ascot (taken out of NZZ).

Mimetic Desire

Man is the creature
Man is the creature

„Man is the creature
Who does not know
What to desire,
And he turns to others
In order to make up his mind.“ (2)

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Mimetic desires

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere
A shadow of a hope ?

Let me have it, let me, let me have it
Let me have it, let me, let me have it

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Sparkling, mimetic desires

„We desire 
What others desire
Because we imitate 
Their desires."

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere hanging out
A shadow of a hope ?

Man is the creature…
Man is the creature…

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don't let the blindness guide you
Don’t let the darkness blind you…

Mimetic Desire (ft joerxworx)

Thrift Shop Treasure

Hey, glad you dropped by. The New Year is upon us. I wish you a happy year ahead. Yet wishes are as fickle as hopes and dreams, which often conjure up nothing more than a brief feel good moment. I hear people nearby celebrating, as if nothing is wrong in their world, while others are fighting for their very lives, at war, or surviving as best they can in extreme and difficult situations. Those disparities has always haunted me… All I need to do is reflect back to see my own trajectory, much like a shooting star burning through the night sky. So what will the new year bring? This will be my 67th new year, so as you might have guessed, I am somewhat jaded when it comes to the anticipation of living in a better world. What I do have is this simple notion that all of us are moving through time together. In a very real sense, we are time travelers. And yet as time leaps forward, say in a hundred years from now, nearly everyone alive in this moment will have ended their journey, save for a few centenarians. Those tough souls will linger on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life for what it is, but also realize the its fragility. Maybe these maudlin thoughts have influenced this first song of the new year, maybe not. This song is a loosely woven lyrical tapestry of traveling, living in the moment, having a home, lost love, and stargazing. These days, I am not much of a traveler, as far as geography goes. I haven’t been out of the county here for quite some time. Some find that shocking. Others find it sad. I find it to be wonderfully grounding. There are places I’d like to go, but I find I can be wowed by the world right here in the now. In a sense, my daydreams of traveling contain a timeless place. Yet, places do change over time. I did not grow up in this place, and have struggled to make it my home. When I do venture out, I often find the last leg of the journey back home to be the most difficult. It is as if the journey to one place ends, and another journey back begins, even though in essence, it is the same journey. And no matter where I go, I always look up at the stars. They remind me of the places I have been, and the people I have known. Some have left an indelible mark on me. I sometimes want to travel back to see them, but then realize the improbabilities of doing so. Like places, those circumstances have changed. It is then, I take a deep breath, or sometimes sigh, and head back inside my home. Mark

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ON PARLE DE NOUS

ON PARLE DE NOUS (Chanson Française)

This song started as a jam session between me and Nahlej creating a nu metal sound by mixing hip hop, alternative with metal. Simon added further guitar licks and a solo. Our working title "Heavy Jam" inspired StevieJ to rap lyrics about drug abuse due to low self esteem and mental health issues. All thoughts running through the narrator's mind mind created a sticky heavy jam. Instead of tackling the issues, he prefers to numb the pain with meds and weed. This doesn't solve any problems, so better not try! 
Starting with a guitar theme, I could never have guessed the heaviness of the instrumental and lyrics both. Thanks for your collab, I am very pleased with the result!

The artwork has been generated with DALL E 2, but I invested some work cleaning it up and adding details with a graphics tablet.

Nahlej: composition, guitar, bass, drum programming
Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, drum programming, production
Simon Ashby: guitar, solo
StevieJ: lyrics, vocals

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/nahlejmusic
https://soundcloud.com/sdashby
https://soundcloud.com/user-586564289

==== LYRICS ====

I'm not ready for the world today
Already going through hell today
So anyone who tries to talk to me
They'll be hell to pay

I got a mental list of all the shit 
I'm dealing with
I know I'm not the only one 
who'll be feeling this nah

I don't need politics 
adding to the stress
Finished school time ago
so why another test

Trying to focus on me just being the best 
but I can't 
when there's so much
shit running through my head

Numbing meds so I don't feel the pain
Even little miss sunshine 
couldn't stop the rain

Ain’t lifting the finger, nah
Not today, so get away from me
seems you got a lot to say
and I forgot to say

I'm staying in one place 
all it takes 
is one look at my face

I'm not playing,
There’s nothing you can do
to change that
So just stay back

and accept that that's who I am
Staying in bed with a head like
Like heavy jam

Yeah, heavy jam
I’m in bed with a head like
Like heavy jam

The doctor's prescription 
just ain't enough for me
I need some king size Rizla
and some Godfather OG

Yeah, now I can say that my life
is so sweet
Just one thing missing,
that one thing's me

I'm existing 
but I'm not living
I'm resisting 
cause I'm not giving

Anything away 
about the state of my brain 
I'm just saying 
you can't take it away

Like all good artists
I'll just harness the pain
and create a set of lyrics
that make people say
Man, I feel the same way

I'm sure I'll smoke my way through this
Always the optimist, 
advice from the doctor is 
at some point you're gonna
have to put a stop to this

Will I listen? 
Nah that's not who I am
It's just another day in bed
with a head like heavy jam

Heavy Jam
Heavy Jam
I’m in bed with a head like
In bed with a head like
Heavy jam

I'm not ready for the world today
Already going through hell today
I'm not ready for the world today
Already going through hell today

So anyone who tries to talk to me
They'll be hell to pay

Heavy Jam

Heavy Jam (with Nahlej, Simon Ashby and StevieJ)


Tommy: bass
Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals

My shift has ended and I'm at home.
I've ascended and my mind is free to roam.
I've no direction. Pick up my phone
and call you up 'cause I'm so tired of bein' alone.
Girl, I need you here all the time.
I always have since the day you became mine.
With you I have no fears. You ease my mind.
And every time I think of you, you send shivers down my spine.
I'm in love.
With you, I'm happy 
and exactly in the place I need to be.
I was made for you and you for me.
Yeah...it's cliche, but, hey, at least the phrase is free.
Girl, I need you here all the time.
I always have since the day you became mine.
With you I have no fears. You ease my mind.
And every time I think of you, you send shivers down my spine.
I'm in love.
My shift has ended and I'm at home.
I've ascended and my mind is free to roam.
I've no direction. Pick up my phone
and call you up 'cause I'm so tired of bein' alone.
Please come home.

Shivers

I had this tune in my head for quite a while, and now I finally recorded it. It's always fun to take new approaches to the recording process. It's certainly not as clean and polished as it could be, but there is another version in the works with the Laybow-legacy studio project. 

lyrics:

look, it's the sun that's coming back to shine
even the rain has never felt this fine

and the trees turn back to green
all the colours that you haven't seen for a long time
this past time, fading
to make place for a new day
a new scent is calling
and I will be falling in love again

look, there's a new bird in the sky
circling upward like it never got that high before

and the flowers in the street
so many faces new to meet
all our paths that intertwine
like the bees back to the hive
build another piece of life
like the bird that got so high
it's the only way to fly

always in springtime
a new scent is calling
I will surely be falling
in love again

v2; some vocal corrections

A Song For Springtime

Seagull magically touches with symphonic splendor Peter's erudite songwriting, singing, and playing, but still remains deeply personal as Father Time is personified.
Lyrics:
Did you commence, at once, or have you always ever been
And will your pounding heartbeat ever cease?
Are you a sense, or force, or something other in between?
Simply ticking down to each and every last release?
Is your pulse rate constant in this exponential universe?
Or does my biology speed the tempo of your rhyme?
Why are the lifespans of your subjects so potentially diverse?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Is your mission merely measure, or are you yourself the cause
Of evolution and decay of matter's elementary doom?
Are you the seemly pressure on the future's pending pause
Ethereally benign or other natural force subsume?
Can you shift like rays in prisms, temporal rainbows to behold
Are you the cause of age or do you simply count it's lines
Is your rounded face imprisoned in a cell numbered twelvefold
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

At terminal expansion of our present universe
For its destined re-contraction to begin
Will your hands slow to a halt then slip into reverse
Or count us down in forward time back to our origin?
Will the ultimate compaction trigger seasonal adjust
Predicate upon your base the final great rewind?
Then will you recommence or revert back to gently ticking dust?
Do you hear me cry your name, Old Father Time?

Old Father Time (Peter, Seagull, Dan-t)

Not far from Jena, in Thuringia, there is small village hidden in the forest, a valley away from through roads. It’s called Tautenburg, this year it celebrates its 800 th anniversary.

Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) spent his summer retreat there in 1882, walking, writing on „Die fröhliche Wissenschaft“ (translated as "The Gay Science",  „The Joyful Wisdom“ or „The Joyous Science“).
And awaiting the arrival of Lou Andreas-Salomé (1861-1937), a widely travelled Russian writer, narrator, essayist and psychoanalyst.
 
The refrain quotes a short poem he wrote to her. (translation mainly by machine)

The picture shows: View of church tower and castle spire of Tautenburg.

A Big Thank You to Zeralda for playing these wonderful keys and rhythm section.

Waiting For Lou

1
The old trees
Not so many as there used to be
The castle spire
The church tower
The old vicarage
A hand on the wrist
Distant chainsaws shriek
Did not always exist
Is that something that I missed ?

ref
„No longer back ? 
And not up there ?
No path 
For the chamois either ?
So I wait here 
And hold fast, 
What eyes and hands 
Let me grasp
Five feet of earth, 
Dawn
And below me - 
World, man and death“

Now I sit here 
Now I sit here…

Is there another path ?
Is there another path ?

2
The view axis
The early morning dew
The birds singing
The strained breath
And the rest on the bench
The bustling activities
The longings
The desires
Unspoken (2)

ref + out
„No longer back ? 
And not up there ?
No path 
For the chamois either ?
So I wait here 
And hold fast, 
What eyes and hands 
Let me grasp
Five feet of earth, 
Dawn
And below me - 
World, man and death“

Now I sit here 
Waiting for Lou to appear (2)

Is there another track ?
Will Lou be coming back ?

Waiting For Lou (collab wt Zeralda)

Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet. Thanks to everyone for the listens, likes and comments!

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