NOTHING TO FEAR OF

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NADA  / NOTHING

He pensado en la muerte  /  I've thought about death
y en lo que habrá detrás.  /  and what will be behind.
Puede que no haya nada,  /  It may be nothing,
¿te has parado a pensar?  /  have you stopped to think?

Nada, nada... nada.  /  Nothing, nothing... nothing.

Nada, nada, nada ni siquiera aire,  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing not even air,
nada, nada, nada que pueda tocarse,  /  nothing, nothing, nothing you can touch.
Nada, nada, nada que tocar ni respirar.  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing to touch nor breathe.

Nada, nada, ni una idea ni un deseo,  /  Nothing, nothing, neither an idea nor a desire,
nada, nada, ningún miedo ni silencio,  /  nothing, nothing, no fear or silence,
nada, nada, nada nada se puede escuchar.  /  nothing, nothing, nothing nothing can be heard.
...
Nada, nada, no esperes encontrarte  /  Nothing, nothing, don't expect finding
nada, nada, no puedes imaginarte  /  nothing, nothing, you cannot imagine
nada, nada, nada, no te entra en la razón.  /  nothing, nothing, it doesn't fit your mind.

ER18PB06 - ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Nada (He pensado en la muerte)

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Paroles et musique / Lyrics and music : Alainquietant @user-390366033
Guitare / Guitar : Agapite @the_passersby
Chant et illustration de couverture / Vocal and cover illustration : Lukowig (Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Lukowig-274428776403797/ )

Mortelle mélancolie
Combien de temps vais-je vivre ; supporter cette colère intime
souffrir d’aimer, de confiance envers vous qui n‘hésitez pas à me
trahir
exploitez ma faiblesse, ma naïveté, ma tolérance
vous mes frères et mes soeurs que je ressens sans cesse dans l‘abîme
de vos incertitudes, paranoïaques, hypocrite de vos plus profonds
sentiments qui me procurent tant de ressentiments
je souffre sensible à votre magnétisme mais j ‘y crois je continue.
Mortelle mélancolie… souffrir… souffrir d’empathie.
Souffrance quand je te quitte l’espace d’un instant d’abandon
je me rends compte avec mes peurs, mes angoisses, ma tristesse
ce besoin en toi pour rester en vie que seul sans toi il y a ce vide
tu m’as toujours tenu compagnie, fidèle cerbère de mes galères, de mes
colères.
Mortelle mélancolie …. souffrir…. souffrir d’empathie.
Maintenant je veux m’occuper de toi, comme tu l’as fait
pendant tant d’années te reconnaître comme mon enfant
t’aimer et te bercer doucement avec tout mon amour
te protéger du mal que l’on m’a fait, te respecter
chère souffrance je te suis redevable à vie
ma faiblesse mon empathie chérie.

Mortelle mélancolie [Alainquietant / Agapite / Lukowig]

01 - OT - TM - Low Woodwinds Pendulum Echo Swells TM - Low Woodwinds Sustains Staccato Ad Lib TM
02 - OT - TM - Low Woodwinds Sustains Swells Ad Lib TM
03 - SA - OACE - Chamber Grid - BDT - Main
04 - SA - Alev Lenz 3 - Splendind Drones
05 - SA - WE - A Simple Start
06 - NI - STRAYLIGHT - Abandonned Subway
07 - NI - Reaktor 6 - Space Drone - Polar Wind - 012 Tropikal
08 - NI - Noire Pure -  Basic Pure

Around E2

Just a nice little tune that I made when I got bored 😁

Pretty

"Eye of Thought"

Dropping from the eye of thought,
a conciouss reality that was never born,
holding all this life in my hands,
i thought it was better to show them to dance,

Taking down this trip in the slope,
what you had known was always been told,
looking for someone to rest,
the thoughts in your head that were never blessed,

dropping from the eye of thought.....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YALXi2ZO8YA

Eye of Thought (Lyrics on Description)

Bellatrix Jungle

Music by Julien Morency & Sebastiano Quiri @fleursonseaux
Photo by Sebastiano Quiri

When we started this collaboration, like everyone on this planet, we were hit by the pandemic and the effects on our lives.  Earth stopped for a moment and we could feel her heartbeat ...and with it the will to overcome anything!

Lorsque nous avons commencé cette collaboration, comme tout le monde sur cette planète, on a été frappé par la pandémie est tout ce que ça a changé dans nos vies. La Terre s'est arrêtée pendant un moment et on pouvait ressentir son battement de coeur....et avec lui la volonté de tout surmonter!

Pulsearth

Video

Pulsearth (feat. Fleursonseaux)

Listen to St. Clement while watching Lance Mountain skateboard in the 1984 skateboarding film, The Bones Brigade Video Show here: https://www.facebook.com/couchkingpresents/videos/715433375670753/

I had been really wanting to make new music with Calebass. I have been making a lot of songs that lean more heavily toward hip hop the last couple years and felt like heading back toward the direction of my earlier years on SoundCloud. Luckily Calebass was willing and ready and the music flowed easily and steadily. Jon did an amazing job adding an element of jazz with his bass and Janine really awakened the psychedelic spirit and Age of Aquarius with her vocals. It was extra bonus to have both Sinfields participate in this song making this a real SC family affair. Lyrically, I was inspired by the children’s book, Ox-Cart Man, which I love, and all the felt mouse toys I recently made for my cat at my daughter’s request. 

Thanks for all your years of listening everyone!

This is dedicated to the joys of making things at home.

Calebass: Guitars and Song Image / Art
https://soundcloud.com/calebass
Jon Lock: Bass
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
Janine Levinson: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson 
Alex Collett Sinfield: Saxaphone
https://soundcloud.com/alex_collett_sinfield 
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production
musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Felt
Of natural fibers  
Pelt 
Nature’s the provider  

Sheep and goats and muskoxen
Wool and cashmere qiviut 
Nothing that’s a toxin only
Simply as god giveth
Dyes of plants and insects 
Cochineal that’s rich and intense
I light up the incense 
As you gather up our projects
Single felting needle
Scissors from the cupboard
We are crafting peoples
Churning our own butters

Lalalalalalala
Lalalala
Lalalalalalala
Lalalala

Saint Clement fleeing from his city
Felted wool upon his blistered piggies

Accidentally felted 
From moisture and friction 
It took the shape of
Socks 
Accidentally felted 
From the moisture and friction 
It took the shape of
Socks

I dry skins in my oven 
Till the thin fur turns 
Orange summon 
Urnamman as smoke drifts to heaven
Waking up the legends battling 
Over bragging rights to the origins 
The color of carrot  
Felt hoods dyed and blocked 
To make hats 
I inhale the vapors  
And see the stories come to life 
As a small white cat adhered to a board 
Acts out the dreams of a young child bored 
In a mad scene 
Of scientists looking for a vaccine 
To score points for the lord of carotene 
Off with his head

Calebass, Jon Lock, Janine Levinson, Alex and Russell Sinfield & the Couch King - St. Clement

Tree by RosesAreBlue. All right reserved. Copyright 2020

If you happened to miss my mini home concert on youtube here's the link x
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZ7T1lg2ikc

Tree | RosesAreBlue

I’ve Seen That Face Before feat. Vocalatti
I am very happy to present my first collaboration with Vocalatti.
Vocal Vocalatti
https://soundcloud.com/vocalatti
A huge thanks to Paploviante for remastering
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle
Music and Production Lillithe
Lyrics:
Strange, I've seen that face before
Seen him hanging 'round my door
Like a hawk stealing for the prey
Like the night waiting for the day
Strange, he shadows me back home
Footsteps echo on the stones
Rainy nights, on Haussmann Boulevard
Parisian music drifting from the bars
Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort?
Tu te prends pour qui?
Toi aussi tu détestes la vie
Dance in bars and restaurants
Home with anyone who wants
Strange he's standing there alone
Staring eyes chill me to the bone
Dans sa chambre, Joel et sa valise
Un regard sur ses fringues
Sur les murs, des photos
Sans regret, sans mélo
La porte est claquée, Joel est barré

I've Seen That Face Before feat. Vocalatti

HOW LONG WE’VE BEEN HERE 
MOSTLY HANGING AROUND 
THE ANSWER’S IN THE GROUND 
FAR IN THE CAMBRIAN OR THE PRECAMBRIAN

OH HOW I ENVY YOU HOW GRATEFUL EMILY
I FEEL FOR WHAT YOU DO SPENDING YOUR MINUTES IN THE MILLENIUMS

WHEN FOG IS ALL AROUND ONE LEFT DIRECTION 
DEEP DOWN INTO THE GROUND

LUCKY YOU EMILY
THE WAY YOU MADE YOUR POINT 
AWAY FROM ALL THE FUSS 
WITH YOUR FRACTOFUSUS 
THERE AT MISTAKEN POINT

WHEN FOG IS ALL AROUND 
ONE LEFT DIRECTION 
DEEP DOWN INTO THE GROUND

WISH I HAD MET 
MY OWN MISTAKEN POINT 
WISH I COULD GO BACK THERE BACK THEN
TO THE EDIACARAN
OR THE PRECAMBRIAN
IF ONLY THE CAMBRIAN
MISTAKEN POINT

MISTAKEN POINT (Lyrics) Song for Emily

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Achterbahn des Lebens - Jasmin M. 
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Written by Jasmin M.
Vox: Jasmin & Jonathan & Anna M. 
Jasmin M. 
All rights reserved
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Achterbahn des Lebens - Jasmin M.

Neon Knights

Black Sabbath Cover
Roland Colombari - vocals
Tales Battaglia " Taxtro"-  Bass
Jowwwafi - Gtrs @ Mixing

Neon Knights  Sabbath Cover

This tune is added to my album "Mr.Outlaw".
You can download it freely!!

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Leeward

Today's experiment with sound. Wanted to try something a bit different to add some movement to the track. Like and comment, let me know what you think...Peace!!!

Curious World 81 BPM

Everything is enhanced when Janine is around.

Voice, vocal melody, words and flat felting image: Janine Levinson https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson

Music and instruments: Jonathan Beckenstein

is there an ever blooming flower?
is there an ever open rose?
is there an ever present lover?
well maybe it could happen
who knows

is there an ever thumping mattress?
are there forever open legs?
is there eternal love and happiness?
well maybe it could happen
maybe it could happen

once in a while
go out the open window
and fall into the cold
go out the open window

am I the ever open flower
with petals ever in your nose?
and neurons ever more to fire?
well maybe it could happen
maybe it could happen

An Open Window (with Janine Levinson)

Your Eyes ~ 2020

Comes To PutN Our Special Pets To Rest/Hurts(a lot)

New site after E-Ruizzo: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo

Many thanks to Alex https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
and Richal https://soundcloud.com/rickitansky for their fantastic pics !!

NOTHING TO FEAR OF

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