I’m waitin on a new style I’m waitin on a new day
Walkin a long the mile checkin out the play

I’m never goin out at night
Only out in the day
Never gonna ride assumption
That I’m gonna be ok
So I’d rather just have you know
It’s another shut in day
The flowers never grow
When you focus on decay
You never amount to much
When a shadow scares your touch
So smile at the crossroads
You talk shit way too much 

Everyone is a little bit frightened
Everyone is scared
Maybe you could help them out
But a shut in you don’t care.

Make your friends dine about
Try to dance and scream and shout 

I was waitin on that cow bell
I was waitin on the rain
Someone said they remembered me
And boy was I a pain
Before the lavish luxuries
And pleasantries defined
I got pistol whipped by 
Robbers
Just beggin for the time

Mother ran the tightest ship
Blessings in her way
I always had the politest things
Ready off to say

She never let him out at day
Never out at night
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light
Lovecraft’s sick in bed again
Better turn off the bedroom light

We saw him in the window
We told him to come down
Waving at his friends
His mother always frowned
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again
His mother always said
Lovecraft’s sick again

Lovecraft's Sick Again (Acoustic Version)

You Don't Need 'Em

Vidéo : youtu.be/saog-GY1YgY

Le doudou     ,(Translated after the French text) 
Chant     : Liora 
Musique : Alain Illos

Je te trainais partout Tu étais mon ami,                                       
Un vieux compagnon, trop grand pour l’oubli.
Tu prenais la poussière  Au fil des années, 
Un peu encombrant , Un peu dépassé .
Je pense que tu exageres : Dit l’ours rafistolé . 
Moi dans ta chambre j’étais fier. 
Gardien des peurs , des larmes , des colères et des secrets .
Pour toujours un doudou J’aurais voulu un ami . 
Pour qu’on fasse les fous , Pour parler toute la nuit . 
’aimais trop tes câlins , Je te cognais partout , 
Mais tu me pardonnais , Tu étais mon doudou .
Les jours défilent et malgré nous , 
On traine un bout de son enfance . 
Même sous le masque des apparences , Tu garderas ton innocence .
Je t’ai posé dans un coin , Plus jeté un regard , 
Comme un vieux refrain , Comme une vieille histoire . 
Mais j’sais bien qu’tu résistes , Que t’attends dans l’ombre ,
 Avec ton poil tout triste , Et tes mêmes yeux sombres.
Moi je sais bien qu’un soir , Tu me reprendras dans tes bras . 
Quand ton coeur fera des vagues , Alors je serai là pour toi .

The cuddly toy
 I dragged you everywhere You were my friend, 
an old companion, too big to forget,  
you gathered dust  As the years went by, 
A little cumbersome, A little outdated.
I think you're exaggerating: Says the patched-up bear. 
 In your room I was proud. Guardian of fears , tears, anger and secrets.
Forever a blanket I would have liked a friend. 
To fool around , To talk all night . I
 loved your cuddles too much, I hit you everywhere, 
But you forgave me, You were my security blanket.
Days go by in spite of us , We drag a piece of our childhood .
 Even under the mask of appearances , You'll keep your innocence .
I put you down in a corner , No more glances, 
Like an old refrain , Like an old story. 
But I know that you resist, That you're waiting in the shadows ,
With your sad hair , And your same dark eyes.
I know that one night , You'll take me back in your arms . 
When your heart makes waves , Then I'll be there for you .

Le doudou avec Liora

Vocals, lyrics and production by https://soundcloud.com/rizlix

A track dedicated to all the underground artists doing what they love.


Lyrics

Shadows in the clouds
yeah we're shadows in the clouds
shadows in the clouds
yeah we're shadows in the clouds

Too dark to see
in the inky black sky
just want to be on a natural high
no need for why
another roll of the die
i am free 
no word of a lie
oh my oh my

Playing movies in my mind
in my heart you will find
a letter for you yeah
you can feel it too
we on a level
bass and treble
breaking water like a pebble
i don't need to revel revel.


Cover art created with https://www.canva.com/

RiZLiX - Shadows In The Clouds

Far From The Tree

On March 25, 2015...My mother suffered a stroke that landed her in the hospital with limited ability to speak and left-side paralysis of her body. I created this track based on my last solitary moment with her there. I decide to wash her hair for the first time; even though I'd washed thousands of people's hair in my profession. She seemed at ease, as I gently ran my fingers thru her sparse gray locks. She just stared out into the bright-blue, sunny sky, while clutching  a small glass heart I'd given her the night before.  I could see thru her beautiful hazel eyes, that there was so much she wanted to say... but couldn't. Yet, I knew how comforting this small gesture was to her. Not having her hair washed, was one of her biggest pet peeves when staying in a hospital. So I knew this was a special moment for us both.  After grooming her hair, I sat beside her and held her only functioning bruised hand. Her fingertips massaged the tip of the glass heart I gave her with what little energy she had left. Her eyes puddled with tears, as I reached over to kiss her forehead and whispered delicately in her ear...."I Love you Momma."

"Do you remember the last time I was with you in this hospital almost 20 years ago, when you had a secret hysterectomy? You were under Anesthesia in the Operating Room and I took an Xray of your abdomen not knowing it was you."  

I was a Radiographer then... estranged from my Mom because she left me to fend for myself at 18 when she found out I was Gay. I didn't know it was my Mom behind the operation bed draping, until I saw the name on her patient chart. I was traumatized! Her abdomen was split wide open and her insides where laying on her chest, while everyone in the Operating Room waited for the developed film to be displayed. I glanced over the sterilized draping to confirm my disbelief. Once the OR staff heard me say "Oh GOD, that's my MOM!"  I was quickly removed from the Operating Room and told to wait for her to be transferred to the recovery room.  Within 30 minutes I was being paged back to the OR because my Mom didn't want to wake up from the surgery.  

"We hadn't spoken for years." I continued.  "The Surgeon asked me to call out your name LOUDLY, to wake your from your deep sleep. I kept screaming out Momma. When you finally opened your eyes, you were so disoriented and visibly upset. You asked why I was yelling at you.  I said you were in the hospital and just had surgery. You looked around the room and insisted that you were not. You claimed you were on a journey to Heaven and that my shouting interrupted you." Tears rolled down her pale, velvety cheek, like the morning dew on a precious flower petal.   

"From that moment on, as you aged into your quietly pained life, you kept reminding everyone that You weren't supposed to be here. For years I  felt guilty for waking you up that day... But, GOD had other plans for you Momma.  You got to see your grandchildren, great-Grandchildren and gifted so many people with love and care... including me. You are the strongest Woman I've ever known. In fact, I know you're fighting really hard right now to stay alive.  But, if all of this is too much pain for you... if you want to let go Momma... It's OK. I forgive you for every hurtful thing you did to me in the past, because I KNOW YOU LOVE ME."  

I can see her struggling to speak, as her oxygen-deprived colored lips quivered; But the tears in her eyes said it all. I kissed her hand ever so gently. "Hush Momma... Don't say a word." I said. 

She closed her moistened eyes peacefully, as her grip on the glass heart lessened... then slowly released it into my palm.  I kissed her lightly on the forehead, as the sweet aroma of Moroccan Oil Conditioner calmed my senses.  She never woke up again... RIP MOMMA.

HUSH Momma

Cast of Characters:
Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – Gretch bass, Guild Pelora electric guitar, SoundStone on a Harley Benton electric guitar, vocals, composition, mix, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – organ
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Roland Phantom synth
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Gibson Les Paul custom electric guitar
This song began as a mostly fully fleshed out idea from Chris. He presented it to the rest of Eclectic Collective as a bass line with a rhythm guitar chugging the goove. Awesomely powerful groove, but pretty stripped down compared with the final version. 
  We did this in an odd order this time, for no particular reason. Probably because Chris' bass groove was so strong, Mark was able to first add his groove oriented organ throughout. Tez, again surprisingly, was able to add the fiery solos at the end and the intro, even before the drums were up. Although, we didn't have to wait long for that, because Ken filled them in perfectly, as he always does. Once the structure and rhythm section was complete, Josh decided to add the synth solo in the middle, at the crescendo, which he really enjoyed doing. Stephen came last to the party, but replaced Chris' rudimentary rhythm guitar with a fierocious, but more riff oriented, and less chordy line throughout.
  Once it was in the bag, Chris was the natural choice to mix it, since his productions are always top quality, and it was his song to begin with. During the production, he also decided to add the guitar, including the an e-bow like device called a SandStone that sounds a bit like a synth, and vocal tones to the middle and end. He also added the vocalizations you hear in those parts, as well. 
  This is an example of an Eclecitic Collective song started by Chris, whose music we adore and with whom are always excited to work. His music is all amazing, and you should go check out his page and see for yourself, if you haven't already. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

@The Collective - The Eclectic Collective

RocketMan 11 (cover)

DRUMAX No. 66 // SIXTY6 ... just numbers ;-)
@joerxworx > Composition, Instruments, Arrangement, EWI - Sax & Trumpet, Mix
@docfritz > Rhythm Design, fabulous Drums & Artwork
© 2025 by joerxworx and docfritz / DRUMAX PROJECT

SIXTY6

DRUMAX No. 66 // SIXTY6

Listen at the convenience of YouTube:  https://youtu.be/gA1y63u0hHI

Something up-beat for your summer and good mood Everybody! 

Enjoy my remix for the remix of 1962 “Twist a St Tropez” made by the great Belgium electronic band Telex, from 1978 "Looking for St. Tropez" album. Cover art is a back side of '79 UK vinyl single. 

Mixing and all sounds coming from Korg Gadget + me, playing my Yamaha electric bass guitar, thru Line6 PodXT guitar processor.

This song has a great history as well, really love it! In fact the Telex made this cover of a Rock’n’Roll song, by “Les Chats Sauvages” French band, which is even more ancient 1962! Yes, back in 1978, they decided to “surprise” everybody with playing it in “monotonous“ and very “electronic” way. Imagine. It was very unusual what at the time. And now …. That’s we/your guys are doing all the time now! Decades after!

Enjoy and Je Te Remercie!

Made with love and a heart! I’m serious regarding author rights. Support the artist, buy the original on iTunes and/or my remix on Legitmix, so original artist gets paid!


Legitmix

Telex - Twist a St Tropez '78 (Sam PROCK Remix)

Aurora Trance v2 (v5 Cover)

"If music be the food of love, play on ... and on" - William Shakespeare (Sam PROCK Remix)

SoundCloud Premier Partner. Published at Silent Zen label with Ditto. Making art with the sound is what I'm after. Curving genre boundaries is a must.

"It is something between discovering and witnessing" - Robert Moog

Hardware: Moog Subsequent 37CV, MiniMoog Model D '22, Buchla Easel 208C, APR 2600m, Córdoba Koa edition nylon guitar, Fender Stratocaster, Yamaha Bass, Teenage Engineering OP-Z, UAD Apollo Twin X, Presonus 1824C, Line6 PodXT, B-52 LS100 & B-52 4x12, Arturia Keystep, XKeys Air, iPad Pro 12.9-inch, iPhone. 

Software: Ableton Live 11, Moog, Arturia, UAD, FabFilter, IK, NI, Omnisphere. Mobile music fan: Korg Gadget, Cubasis, ZenBeats, Arturia, Moog, FabFilters.

"Depeche Mode is the soundtrack of my life" - rephrasing Dave Gahan said alike of David Bowie. 

Influences: Depeche Mode, Kraftwerk, Art Of Noise, Daft Punk, Telex, Trans-X, Yello, a-ha, Arcade Fire, Panic! At the Disco, She Wants Revenge, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana, The Offspring, Madness, Che Sudaka, Ultravox, Sex Pistols, Rancid, Strangles, Elastica, PJ Harvey, The Cars, Foreigner, Therapy?, Muse, Duran Duran, Pet Shop Boys, Erasure, New Order, Telex, Zodiak, INXS, Hey Rosetta!, Cause and Effect, And One, Banco De Gaia, B-Tribe, Air, S.P.O.C.K.

Personas: Ottmar Liebert, Dave Gahan, Martin L. Gore, Jean-Michel Jarre, Georgio Moroder, SuperMax, Boris Blank, Leonard Cohen, Curt Cobain, John Frusciante, Flea, Tim Artstrong, Johny Lydon, Dexter Holland, Falco, Midge Ure, M. Harket, Regina Spektor, D. Marouani, Nick Cave, V. Clarke, A. Wilder, Robert Moog,  Don Buchla, Moby, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Vysotsky, G. Nannini, R. Fogli, Hank Marvin, Aeoliah, A. Vollenweider, M. Knopfler, A. Parsons.

"I am interested only in "nonsense"; only in that which makes no practical sense. I am interested in life only in its absurd manifestations." - "Daniil Kharms.

Styles: Funtronica (invented), Electronic, Deep, Alternative, Disco, Deep House, New Wave, Synthpop, Synthwave, Ska, Punk, Reggae, Cumbia, Indie, New Age, Chillout, GOA, Downtempo, Instrumental, Ethnic, Neo Classic, Psytrance, Psybient.

My mobile uploads account is @prockjet. More remixes @art-of-nonsense. Silent Zen is a support group I conduct @silent-zen.

Telex - Twist a St Tropez '78 (Sam PROCK Remix)

Sam Prock