such a quirky venture....an absolute delight - nicely done 😄

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A small piece with the great BoxTox on clarinet.
It was supposed to be a little piece to celebrate the end of the rain on a rainy day, when you can finally go out for a walk, to smell the air. But these days there has been a terrible flood in my country, it has been raining for days, in some areas it has been a catasphrophe... I know, water is life and rain is indispensable but I really don't love it, I can't help it. Let's hope it ends soon..
Thanks to BoxTox for his splendid execution. Here you can find his wonderful music: @user-247600493
And here is our previous collaboration: https://soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/francesco-cartocci-boxtox-et-voila

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

After the  rain - with BoxTox

I am a curious creature
A spiral bound prisoner of sleepy lagoons
And when we meet in the future
I'll be a memory cast in the layers of stone
Of lava and silicon
Under the bladder wrack
Tentacles reaching in warm brackish pools
While rising land masses breed thunder and lightning
That rage as the turbulent world starts to cool

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

I am an alien being
That drifts on mercurial currents of time
Until the eyes of a curious child
Fall bright on the shadows that I left behind
A life in transition, yeah
Literal, littoral.
Hiding in crevasses away from the sun.
The grinding of shingle banks
Guttural, guttural
Dies with the tide and our world is reborn

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

Ammonite, Ammonite, cast in the jet
A guest from the past we can never forget
Ammonite, Ammonite, hidden from view
An echo persists when existence is through

Fossil Eyes

A metaphor for self-reliance, but also totally about the climbing knot

Bit by bit, hand over hand
Up by your bootstraps, stick to your plan

All the rapid ascenders, and death-mod descenders
And people so brave they abandon the rope
But I've got my prusik and that's what I'll use
To climb out of the darkness and into the hope

It's fair to say I'm difficult
But show me someone who is not
People are complicated you know
We'd have a tedious world if they weren't
The prusik will hold!

Inch by inch, hold after hold
Up by your bootstraps, out of the cold

Not enough turns and you'll slide down the mountain
Grip on too tight and you're stuck where you are
Don't lose your cool though, 'cos we've got the prusik
It won't let us down, well, it hasn't so far

It's fair to say I'm cynical
It's the way I've become over time
But even I still rely on the prusik
And I'm sure in the end we'll be fine
Grab your prusik and climb!

Is it prusik or prusik? Just dance to the music!
A Kleimheist just isn't the same
Use what you've got, you can't use what you've not
Oh the prusik, The prusik remains
The prusik remains!

Prusik

I'd be broken by the trouble you've seen
World go easy, go easy on me
Life and death and all the places between
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me

Oh my lost love, oh my heart
Curse this obsession that has torn us apart
I can't tell you, how it possesses me
That's the way it ended now
Death is peace but life is lonely

Broken hearts and broken limbs, wind in our teeth
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me
Through the floating rifts, savage ice and frozen peaks
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me

And the beauty, of it all
In the thin air the leader can't fall
Can you hear the beckoning silence of height and the
Sound of wasted youth, screaming on the shattered summits

I'd be broken by the trouble you've seen
World go easy, go easy on me
Life and death and all the places between
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me

In the corner of my eye, and the voice in my head
Between the land of the living and the land of the dead
For the fallen, as they lie
Tied to the broken cord, sleeping under frozen skies

Sagamartha, Chomolungmna
Please have mercy, Goddess Mother
Is it worth it? Can we justify?
Screams of working men
Trapped beneath the fallen ice

Shattered Summits

Don't worry, now, really don't
But I think that the Sun might be dying
The day was always coming, but 
I thought we had a bit more time
Do you see what I'm seeing? 
There's just not enough coming through
Not enough of those sweet Tau Neutrinos
The question right now is really "what do we do"?

Oh those Solar Neutrinos
They just go right through you
Those pesky little critters
Are giving us the jitters

Yeah, OK I see it, but let's not freak out just yet
Not until we're certain, not until we've double checked
Let's keep this under our hats
We don't want all the fighting and fussing
What if we've got it all wrong?
I don't want to cause panic for nothing

They're in a flap at Fermilab
There's concern at CERN
I knew a girl at the Hadron Collider
They wriggled and jiggled and shivered inside her

Mate...mate, look here, look at this, look
What if we've missed a trick?
What if there are different flavours, like crisps
Our basic palate just can't detect
I think we've gone off half-cocked, jumped the gun
I think we've got all excited for nowt
It's understandable, easily explained, but we've gone and freaked everyone out

People, as you were!
The neutrinos are all flowing fine
And the Sun isn't dying
Not now, not yet, not this time
You know the Sun isn't hot enough
To do what it does?
Quantum Tunnelling? Cosmic Cunning?
One day we'll run out of luck

Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak and make it so

Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak and watch 'em go!

Oh those Solar Neutrinos, they just go right through you
Hanging out at DUNE trying to fathom why
They're only ever passing by

Well back there it seemed like the end of the world
But I have to admit for a moment, in spite of
The obvious problems it presents for us all
I couldn't help feeling
Excited

Solar Neutrino Problem

Well I hate to intrude, I know I wasn't invited
But there's nothing here but hippy crack and hepatitis 
By the skittering hi-hats and the scurrying rats
It was glowing like Hades in the underpass 
Watching boys with machetes jump to gut punch bass
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake 

Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your foot on the snake 
Throw your hands in the air and feel the concrete shake. 
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake 

Keep keep it cool, keep it cool. They don't know we're outnumbered. 
Keep it close, keep it close, or they'll drag us all under. 
All that Old School vinyl, like I wasn't impressed. 
They've left me the speakers, they've abandoned the decks. 

Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your foot on the snake. 
Throw your hands in the air and feel the concrete shake. 
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake 

Everyone leaving the scene, a Walking Dead stampede. 
Screaming curses as they roll down the track. 
There's no defib, no Epipen, no. Not even plasters in the First Aid pack, or 
Anything else designed to keep you well. 
So just rub out the swastika. Slava Slovensku! 

Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Get your ear to the ground and feel the low end quake 
Watching Boys with machetes jump to gut punch bass. 
They were have a party down at Skeleton Lake 
Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your foot on the snake. 
Throw your hands in the air and feel the concrete shake. 
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake

Skeleton Lake

Written by Alexandra Leaving
Produced by Jack O'Hea
Guitars by Morgan Rickman
Drums by Angus Mcintyre

Lyrics: 

I'm the cliche, doomsday, quit that job. 
I'm not ok on this clock
How dare you be real when everything's ironic
The Mad Hatter's tea is quite the tonic.

Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?

I'm kinda happy but I'm kinda broke, 
Trying to make my way in the big fat smoke. 
Dear the big boys, making noise, drop a key
in the wishing well of my fantasy. 

Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?

I'm the freeze frame, no shame, solve the riddle:
Who's right on the edge but from a town in the middle?
No I'm not sorry, I'm not done, 
Blow a big kiss, never miss, flex those guns

Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?

The Wall

Foam Animals

A bittersweet love letter to the late writers, poets, and songwriters who have kept me company and made me feel seen. Written and recorded in a day in our North London home.

Written by Rosie Miles & Yaatri
Produced by Yaatri & Rebel Elements
Mixed by Rebel Elements
Mastered by Rare Tone Mastering

Rosie Miles: Vocals, Lyrics
Yaatri: Guitar, Bass, Fender Rhodes, Synths
Sam Hobbs: Drums, Programming

Cover photo: Felix Bertulis-Webb
Graphic Design: Johnny Lodder

Letters to a Lost Poet

Gentle piano against the backdrop of of an ebbing tide

Mass Of Time

A disassembling of the lies governments tell when they seek to rule through autocracy and deceit. A dissection of how the secret services are not the glamour of the movies, but are actually the levers of rogue states to undermine democracy.

Lyrics: Richard Pierce
Vocals: Richard Pierce
Music: The Big Grey Man
Guitar, Bass, Drums: The Big Grey Man
Keyboard: Richard Pierce

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

Whisper it, whisper it.
James Bond is dead.

The snow geese are safe again,
From misdirected or deliberate sniper fire,
Incompetence or practice,
Here on the borders of tundra
And western civilisation.
Until the next story invents itself.

James Bond is dead.

Secrets aren’t such clever agents in the end,
Arrogance overlooking the obvious,
And exceptionalism blind.

Fiction is a real fact
Not exaggerated or purpled by prose.
It is.

In the corridors of power,
Incompetence or practice?
Until the next story invents itself,
Until they invent their next stories
In the corridors of power.

Shout it, shout it!
James Bond is dead!
Rejoice, rejoice!
James Bond I dead!

The real world took him apart
Piece by piece,
Myth by myth,
Broken ceasefire by broken promise,
War by war by bloodier war.

Blessed are the codebreakers,
The peace makers,
The pacifists,
Not the agents of the rogue state.
Not. The. Agents. Of. The. Rogue. State.
No, not the agents of the rogue state.

James Bond and Felix Leiter are dead.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.

And blessed are
The peace makers,
The pacifists.


Richard Pierce feat The Big Grey Man - James Bond Is Dead

Echoes of the Drowned

Beautiful Dimension

BORN BLUE

BRIGHT


EVERYONE OF YOU WILL DIE
 
[Verse]
The moon is on fire
The river is dry
The lake is empty
And the trees are gone
 
[Chorus]
The sky is fallin'
And everyone you know is lyin'
And everyone of you will die
 
[Verse 2]
The bees are dyin'
The animals are cryin'
The plants are hidin'
And the sun is hot
 
[Chorus]
The sky is fallin'
And everyone you know is lyin'
And everyone of you will die
The sky is fallin'
And everyone you know is lyin'
And everyone of you will die



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Richard Pierce feat The Big Grey Man - James Bond Is Dead

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