Awesome song, really cool collaboration - has a John 5 flare to it!

Awesome job everyone!! That guitar is 🔥 Suberb vocals Rob! Yes thankful for another day indeed🙌🏻

cool one.good lyric and  pickin' that chicken. too. play on. (<:

I remember years being introduced to JR through some Rock & Rollers and being blown away by his technical skill and the human joy of just letting loose!

@low-mein-75111854: I love the guitar work by Single Use & Recycled on this one, I was afraid I would just mess it up. :)

Super tune here to finish. Great album lads. Congrats 🫡🧬🎶 Tracks 8 & 9 my faves on first run. All epic though. Schweeeet

Demain peut-être
L'éveil de l'espèce (Neal Donald Walsh)
aujourd'hui plus que jamais nous sommes amenés à prendre conscience d'un changement imminant dans nos fonctionnements, la planète souffre de nos erreurs et il est maintenant temps de tous se rassembler pour un avenir plus prometteur et en paix, car nous sommes tous liés, Mi Taku Oyasin en Amérindien.
Quelques auteurs qui m'ont beaucoup aidés à mieux comprendre, quoi faire :
Jamie Sams, Don Miguel Ruiz.JR, James Riedfield, Dr Deepak Choppra, Eckart Toll, Frederic lenoir, Tom Hartmann, Daniel Meurois...

Paroles :
De nouveau, je déambule dans les vieilles rues et ruines polluées de ce monde
Comme aspiré dans l’engrenage, par l’attraction obligatoire de l’entonnoir
Pour me sentir encore plus à l’aise, plus authentique, sur mes paupières, j’ai mis du noir
C’est sûr, un jour j’en aurait marre, au cas où, je vais alors de ce pas, remplir mon réservoir

Mais que faut-il de nouveau, de moins ou de plus, dix milles prophètes ?
Pour avouer ou reconnaître que sans éveil depuis toujours inlassablement, tout se répète
Alors peut-être un jour tous ensemble accepter, sentir l’urgence de faire enfin marche arrière
Cherchant où ressentant au plus profond de nous, l’univers, peu à peu se rappeler, en redécouvrant la lumière 

C’est une vraie technologie bidon, sans amour, l’intelligence artificielle, l’obsolescence, les addictions, sont des mirages, un enfer
Les fleuves, les rivières, les océans, la source de vie saccagés sans respect, un mystère
8 milliards d’êtres humains, quelques robots, sommes-nous maintenant asses nombreux sur terre ?
Ou bien comptons nous vraiment sur les enfants pour assumer, combler ce vide, l’observateur et l’inventaire ?

C’est une quête qui deviendra bientôt essentiel, universel
Les guerres, la famine, les épidémies enfin bref, tout ce bordel, cruel et sans cervelles
Notre si belle planète bleue a vraiment besoin de soutien, un grand coup de nettoyage de printemps
De fée, d’elfes, de lutins, de gnomes, des êtres évolués qui ont su traverser l’espace et l’infini du temps

Avec le temps, apparemment trop serré, je n’rentre plus dans la cage
Aussi j’espère que vous me comprendrez, pardonnerez mes écarts, mes folies car j’ai volontairement coupé le lien, en libérant l’otage
L’autre soir j’ai très bien senti monter l’agonie, puis l’orage 
Ce fut une question de vie ou de mort
Prisonnier dans les rouages, je voulais juste encore une fois tourner la page

Prise de conscience, demain peut-être, je serai assez clair, je ne ferai plus semblant, sans illusion, j’aurai sans doute perdu la tête
Je viendrais chez toi te chercher, oui tu me reconnaîtras, je serai libre et nu, avec une dette, une lettre
Je te dirai combien je t’aime et je souffre, à ce moment-là, précis, je cesserai de paraître
Ici et maintenant, devenu cher à tes yeux, désormais seulement, alors, je pourrai être.

Demain peut être

It seems that each season has its own "perfume of mystery".  In a typical Texas panhandle spring, it is Lilac and Russian Olive that perfume the air.  In the deep South, Magnolias are hypnotically fragrant.  In summer it is the fresh, petrichor air after a rainstorm, or a newly-mown field of hay.  In the fall there is a pungency of fallen leaves as they are raked into piles, and as the days grow cooler, smoke from a fireplace during an evening walk. It is an odor that grows stronger and crisper as winter sets in and the sweet scent of pine with the setting up of Christmas trees.  Dan wanted to capture this "perfume of mystery" with his unique composing and keyboard skills and invited me to come along. Thank you my friend for inviting me.  Hear more of Dan's beautiful and unique "French Fantasy" music @dan-t-3.

Like A Perfume Of Mystery (DAN-DT; composer, keyboards, David; guitars)

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

Lies and Beliefs 145 BPM

This is a collaboration with my friend xian3 https://on.soundcloud.com/QOm69lt9nGrn7W0dEL from SoundCloud. His original track had a rock flavor, but I halved the BPM and reimagined it with a tropical jungle vibe. I also got help from mozawa_*  https://on.soundcloud.com/CsHi8jD7VOjfujT9Dq on the percussion tracks. 
You can check out Xian3’s original version. https://on.soundcloud.com/U65g2z6R8LhU8NJ5N4

’Miss Terious’

Basically we're all the same Gifted with a body and a brain And a heart that beats us through all those ways Through glorious nights and fatal days
Still there's something...mysterious
We have changed the world so much In different ways we lost the touch But we don't want to take the blame There's no reason in this game Basically...
Still there's something...mysterious
Working hard in all different ways Winter, spring, summer and fall All the time again and again To deny who is to blame Basically...
Still there's something...mysterious
Still there' something more above A mysterious thing called love

Lyrics and Music by xian3
Percussion tracks by mozawa_*
Composition,Arrangement and Sampling collage by Synline.

Art by Henri Rousseau ’ Snake Charmer’

’Miss Terious’ Xian3=mozawa_*Synline

A while ago...
https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan played this awesome violin and designed this wonderful instrumental,  a Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along. Please take a listen to the remix of KBS: https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan/trickery0228?si=35e45cbd417c4accb2a68553122900b0&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The lines (translated, edited, retranslated, reedited...) derive from "Philoctetes“ (409 B.C.), a Greek tragedy by Sophocles (496 - 405 B.C.). Mainly it is Ulysses speaking to Neoptolemos (The son of Achilles) in order to conspire against the bowman Philoctetes…

The picture shows a detail of „The Wounded Philoctetes“, a painting by Nicolai Abildgaard, 1775

Trickery

1 
This is how far we have gone 
In the matter (4)
Into the nets
Of our own and others’ steps
That there is no way out
But just the farther

REF 
What we show here has no morals
You can’t learn anything from life with us,
And, 
If you want to pass,
You can leave now
You can leave…
You can leave now…

Bridge
Oh, you have two eyes…
Please, show me my face


2
Easily with twisted tongue
You catch him
Easily we drag him
To the ship -
In this trade 
You are not the first one
Who does, 
What he does’nt want to…
We did it before you 
We did that before…

REF 
What we show here has no morals
You can’t learn anything from life with us,
And, 
If you want to pass,
You can leave now 
You can leave…
You can leave now…

Trickery (wt KBS, raw edit)

LETS DO THE JOB

© Copyright Lyrics & Music 2025 - Tous droits réservés par Fading Call

	4 am, wake up, wake up 
	Shave, wash
	No time for coffee
	Drive, drive, slow down
	Ship is coming
	Far in the rain
	First tender… Still cold and wet
Let’s do the job
	Get on board
Agent on board !
	Paper’s, papers
	Ship is clear
Pax and crew
A shy ray of sun
Brings me warm

10 pm : All on board
Let’s go back home

4 am, wake up, wake up 
	Shave, wash
	No time for coffee
	Drive, drive, slow down
	Ship is coming
	Far in the rain
	First tender… Still cold and wet
	Get on board
Agent on board !
	Paper’s, papers
	Ship is clear
Pax and crew
Waiting for the sun
Waiting to see my son






Lets do the job

Whispers on the Threshold is a suspended, weightless, and ethereal track from the Mystic Flora collection, part of my body of work designed for film, TV, and media licensing. Ideal for scenes building mysterious tension, atmospheric drifts, or contemplative moments. Features evolving synths, delicate pads, and subtle textures creating a sense of unresolved beauty

Whispers on the Threshold (60s) - Mystic Flora | Music for Licensing

Cast of characters:

Jack Karasek — beats and seed idea

K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–beats

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1– Roland Phantom workstation

Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– electric guitar

Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – Synthesizer

TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– mix, master, and production

This song began with Ken's oldest son, Jack, who laid down the basic rhythmic beat. Ken took over after that with the rest of the beats, though. Jack just graduated high school last week, and he's into hip hop and trap music, so he wanted to share some of it with his musician father, who is very proud of him.

  Tez was first up on this one, which surprised me when I went back and checked the workflow. He added the perfectly placed guitar hits throughout. Josh was next up, using his synth to add the falling bass line. Last, but not least, Terry came aboard, adding the moody, melodic, high register synth.

  When it was all finished, we asked out resident pro mixer, Stephen, to mix it for us. 

  This song was in its current form for about the past eight months. It was originally part of a series of vehicles Eclectic Collective composed for The Mysterious Decibel. He got caught up in life, though, and had to abandon the project. So, we sat on it, asking all the rappers we know if they'd be interested in having a go with it, but no one bit. So, with Jack's recent graduation, Ken revived it as a celebratory song for his son. It could still use some vocals, too, so think of this as an open invitation to anyone who want to do the honors. 

  We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it. 

  Oh, and just a side note for all of our friends who follow along with us, we will have  new one for you, the following Friday, the 11th. Thank you for keeping up with us! 


Throwing Rocks - Eclectic Collective w/ Jack Karasek and Tea R Sea

Single Use And Recycled: guitar wizardry
https://on.soundcloud.com/x8YQuknZk7RXU3TpxH
Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

Sometimes things go my way
Sometimes a win make a great day
I ain’t always down on myself

Mostly man, I like what’s in the mirror
Sometimes I think 
Jerry Reed would be better

Just saying, stuff piles up
Saying, don’t want to face it
Bear down and power through

Mostly man, I like what’s in the mirror
Sometimes I think 
Jerry Reed would be better

Alarm clock going off
That time again
Sun soon coming up
Thankful for another day

Alarm clock going off
That time again
Sun soon coming up
Thankful for another day

Down time in the afternoon
List of never ending honey do’s
Put up my feet, take a snooze

Mostly man, I like what’s in the mirror
Sometimes I think 
Jerry Reed would be better

Alarm clock going off
That time again
Sun soon coming up
Thankful for another day

Jerry Reed Would Be Better

Lyrics by Tony Harris (c) 
Vocals, music and mix by Eddie Harrison

I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX

SOME MAY THINK I'M CRAZY
SOME MAY THINK I'M LAZY
CAUSE I SPEND SO MUCH TIME
LISTENING TO MY MUSIC

CHORUS
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
WITH MUSIC PLAYING ALL THE TIME
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
WITH NOTHING BUT MUSIC ON MY MIND
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
AWAY FROM LIFE'S DAILY GRIND
I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
ALL THE TIME

I LOVE ROCK AND ROLL AND COUNTRY
POP AND A LITTLE BIT OF DOO WOOP
SOUTHERN GOSPEL AND THE BEATLES
MY JOURNEY HAS BEEN FULL OF MUSIC

REPEAT CHORUS (2 TIMES)

I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
ALL THE TIME

I FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN A JUKEBOX
ALL THE TIME

ALL THE TIME

I Feel Like I'm Living In a Jukebox (Lyrics by Tony - Vocal & Music by Eddie Harrison) Original 2012

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!

Jerry Reed Would Be Better

Rob Olsson

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