Nighthawk Confession

Eternal Love

Tendering my confession in advance to the writer's besetting sin of oversimplification, I say: synthesizer technique has two main paths. The first -- call it the Moog approach -- sees the instrument as a tool for the creation of new (if you will) organ stops. The other, the Subotnik approach, is concerned with the generation of SOUNDS -- very few if any of which will be at all expressible in the notation which has developed over the past millennium and served us so well. The two approaches are not mutually exclusive, of course: virtually all synthesists draw from both, as their Muse, mood, and machinery may dictate.
As to my title, it goes back to a chance inspiration scrawled on a balloon at the Fillmore in '67. (Cream, Paul Butterfield, and Charlie Musselwhite, "Three bands for three bucks," eat your hearts out, endebted-out-the-whazoo youngsters!) It was a time and place where the most extraordinary things were said -- and more than might have been hoped or feared were even done -- but this wasn't one of them. But like the good man who can't be kept down (or the bad penny that keeps coming back) here it is in our present day. Lacking the euphony and heartstring-tugging of the Twelfth of Never, perhaps, but equally from that realm of the definitionally impossible, even for this age determined in so many ways to make 2+2=5.
To the technical side: all synth parts from my Roland SH-32. Rhythm (and Reality-grounding) comes from my African drums, assisted by real-world cymbals and the Yamaha DTXtreme.

the 32nd of February

Called on me to ask if I
Thought of putting off the cut
For an extra week or two
Took the opportunity, left for good

Customized and looking good
Razor sharp, dull neighborhood
I should never leave the house

Atmosphere had begun to turn
As if I ain't paid my due
Someone here not welcome
Barely arrive on time, out the door soon as done

Customized and looking good
Razor sharp, dull neighborhood
I should never leave the house

Opportunity to hide away
My intentions are'nt swayed
Options are I leave or stay, options are I leave or stay
I decide, I decide I will go

Took the opportunity, left for good

Customized and looking good
Razor sharp, dull neighborhood
I should never leave the house

Opportunity to hide away
My intentions are'nt swayed
Options are I leave or stay, options are I leave or stay
I decide, I decide I will go





I Should Never Leave The House

Dimension night point
Esta sacada en la noche buena por tener tiempo, inspiración e interpretar este tema futurist-galaxic-ambient-meditative, ha sido mi conclusión, que en los días festivos se trabaja mejor en  actividades musicales y  mas en esta noche de navidad esplendor con radiante electronic, alternative, ambient, galaxic-furistic-voice-calm-music...   gracias ditto and soundcloud

English language...
Dimension night point
This was released on Christmas Eve for having time, inspiration and interpreting this futurist-galaxic-ambient-meditative theme, it has been my conclusion that on holidays you work better on musical activities and even more so on this Christmas night splendor with radiant electronic , alternative, ambient, galaxic-furistic-voice-calm-music... thanks ditto and soundcloud

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https://www.beatport.com/es/release/dimension-nigth-part/5072089

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I had to try to type the write-up on this 3 times, because the darn Coud's System is malfunctioning with my account! WHY?...?...? 
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When Distance Hurts Love

I Can't Get Through

I Can't Get Through To You

💫 An experimental hip-hop ballad blending rap with melodic R&B. A heartfelt exploration of how love shapes us, even after it's gone. Perfect for Tuesday evening reflection.

LYRICS:

Yeah…
Night breeze snatched the promise we made
Streetlights stretch me out in the shade
Couldn’t see nothin’, still I prayed
Fingers crossed in my pocket, stayed
Every word I dropped was for you
Don’t know if it hit, but I pushed through
Actin’ tough, but my heart stayed bruised
Fake smile on my face, still I played cool

The me you saw in your eyes, no lie
Did I look real enough to try?
Tears and laughs, you drew that frame
Now I’m standin’ here, still shaped by your name

Talk broke down, steps off beat
Looked away like I didn’t feel heat
Silent nights, like stars that fall
Chasin’ truths that ain’t there at all
If I could run it back to that scene
What would I say? What’d I mean?
I hurt you with the way I cared
Clumsy hands, but my soul was bare

The me you saw in your eyes, no lie
Did I look real enough to try?
Tears and laughs, you drew that frame
Now I’m standin’ here, still shaped by your name

Your voice saved nights I was lost
Mornings hit me with a heavy cost
Still remember every ache inside
Outline of love you let me ride
Colors I can’t paint alone
You showed me that ‘fore you were gone
If you still watch the same blue sky
Let my thanks just drift, let it fly

Even when we’re far, shape don’t fade
Your kindness cut deep, lines you made
Yeah… I’m still shaped by you
Still shaped by you

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Experimenting with hip-hop storytelling over melodic production. This track explores vulnerability through a different lens - where rap meets emotional introspection.

#TuesdayExperimental #HipHopBallad #ExperimentalRap

Shaped by You

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney

8.9.2015

Spam Callers

Hi! I'm Rob!! I write and record my songs, and present them to the world here. I am the singer, guitarist and bass player, EZDrummer3 keeps the beat!
I have a collaboration with Single Use & Recycled:
https://on.soundcloud.com/XmiY1G8qKTuGQiAeZQ 
and another with my brother Joseph Olsson:
https://on.soundcloud.com/y261JZd5ZFZbOKmn40 
(Starts October 17)
Check 'em out!

I Should Never Leave The House

Rob Olsson