Peaceful track - if not "pieceful" Richard. High standard, well chosen emotional content, crisp production.

Figuras de cordel

I am a human

Stop The Beat

method: LIMBO! - all of the sounds you hear have traversed a low pass filter at some point or other
narration: I can't hear you - reception is bad - there is a lot of interference and stuff
image, sounds, poem, composition and everything else: copyright jo richter

limelight horror, body terror
your past on a celluloid leash
hauled in to mask the hapless tremor
of neurons and genes, mirrored and selfish

a sky full of stars and the moral law
induce, produce, extrude and include
a common man’s somewhat hesitant awe
while AI assures it is ready to reboot

government agents raid homes in the nude
who will have seen claim that they saw
man’s not as nubile as a lemur
earth holds more ocean than there are fish

this is all dead weight, in the interim
learn to let go, the weltgeist insists
your heart is as pure as the code on the bin
a bird, a feather, an item, no lists

tally categorial - not for the faint of hearing

Texas Tea is back with the 3rd and final track of our Twin Peaks trilogy.  After finding out we were both huge David Lynch fans a couple months ago , Terry and I began a tribute trilogy that is now complete.  Comprised of the tracks 'Got A Light' , 'Black Coffee' and now 'Moonless Night', you can hear them all in the Texas Tea playlist along with the rest of our jams!  This one ended up being a longer one , so to me that meant only one thing - ebow 

https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/sets/texas-tea-sea

Moonless Night - A Texas Tea Production

Words and Music Dave Rose
Dedicated to Harry Rose

Lyrics
Harry parked the van and stepped out of the rain
Sat in his chair and lit up a woodbine
A little tight in the chest
A little short of breath
And just like that he was gone

Where were his days in the sun
Away from all this toil and trouble

I hope he knew we loved him so much
He was a legend to us

Where were his days in the sun
away from all this toil and trouble

Harry

Galactic flow

An electronic composition made entirely by MIDI in Logic Pro.  

Moloko Velocet

Verse 1
Was never taught how to play piano
I just played around with the keys
All I know is there’s a bunch of white ones
And some black ones in between

Ones on the right keep going up
While the left keep going down
But the middle is the sweetest spot
That makes the sweetest sound

Chorus
Hayley made me
So I wrote this silly song
Cause she thought it’d be kinda funny
And man she wasn’t wrong

So I’ll sing these silly words 
While I’m banging on these keys
I don’t really know what the heck I’m doing
But I’m glad Hayley made me

Verse 2
Hayley loves making art and music
And she loves praising Jesus too
Loving liberty and freedom
And you know that I love it too

She prefers playing her piano
I prefer strumming my guitar
But we can do whatever
Cause we are superstars

Chorus
Hayley made me
So I wrote this silly song
Cause she thought it’d be kinda funny
And man she wasn’t wrong

So I’ll sing these silly words 
While I’m banging on these keys
I don’t really know what the heck I’m doing
I don’t really know what the heck I’m doing
I don’t really know what the heck I’m doing
But I’m glad Hayley made me

Hayley Made Me

Not without a good serving of Nostalgia does this bus ride come to an end--Made such good friends along the way from Zed and back  again--My heartfelt thanks to everyone who made the music and rode the bus with us(on 23 songs in total)--a special thanks to Terry (Tea R Sea} , a founding member of the Smoking trout , a producer estrordiinair , foundational player and the rock on which this and these songs are made-and of course all of you who have listened and ecouraged :)     jeff g

After taking a break from this story for a whole year, The Smoking Trout is so happy to share with you all the final chapter in our epic ongoing tale, the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! Thanks to all who've joined us on this fantastic ride, as either listeners or musicians. See credits below to learn about the crew who contributed to this memorable final episode. You'll also find links to our BandCamp and our earlier album, plus Jeff & Jo's incredible lyrics!

Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Lyrics, Vocals (intro/outro) Guitar (intro/middle)
Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums (intro/outro)
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Beat (middle), Synths (throughout), Production
Nadia Selvaggi - @nadiaselvaggi -- Vocals (middle)
TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Guitar & Guitar Special Effects (intro/middle/outro)
Nic - @nic_nic_nic -- Vocals, Synths/Keys (middle)
Jo Richter @sonic-textures -- Lyrics, Melodion

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Catch up with all 12 tracks in the Smoking Trout's now-complete concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q

Find us on BandCamp! thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz & Jo Richter):

Everybody on the bus, Gus and Stu
and some others from Uriah, too, made up their minds
packed up their kinds and kith and kin
and decided unattachedly to pack it in
and Johnny, all nostalgic for the solitude of melancholic bedsheet ascetism, said
"We should go to Zed" and smiled in mild remembrance
"I saw a crack a couple light years back in the space time continuum,
with a sign that read, Zed, 50 miles straight ahead.
We might get there in time to liberate my lost accordion
from the clutches of the local constabulary


Uriah had a riot
when the dumplings disappeared
trampled by the herds of lust, desire
lampooned by the nerds of rust and fire
gobbled up by fast food throats and street flock trucks
and someone farted, burped and said they wanted seconds
and that was when the trouble started and ursurped the mental landscape
and who’s to blame but some minions from that moppet, Alfred Rufus Smith
who to his simian bewilderment was headed back to earth
in that stolen starship that he stole again, restole and stole for just another time
(the way rebirthing beings rack up karma by incarnating ceaselessly)
from the only holy spaceport of that karmic spacelord on the potted planet
frowned upon by Gus and Stu and all the riders of experience on the nirwana bus--

--"And so it was , they crossed the boundry into Zed, and landed lightly on the purple plain
and when they did, all the holograms on board the bus turned into real Girls and Boys
Would love to say things turned out well but what the hell , who can tell
Uziel Wivress, Neal Nic and Nadia, jeff and Jo, Stephen Tot and Terry too enjoyed the view as the bus it hit the ground and settled down
in the golden grass near the end of June--
Gus and all the crew were happy too  having arrived safe and sound
 without a scratch on that sacred patch of rock in space--

see the tarmac flotilla in karmic espandrilles
sharpen their common intuition
and like expanding armadillos
overcome respective inhibition
and cross across the crucial rift and ,riffing, raft the cosmic shift
and wake up in the place where Johnny is remembered as the bringer of the dumpling holy and the player
of the  golden instument divine -till the end of time.

Not Holding On

Richard Callin

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