Hypnosis

In The Shadow Of A Gray Idol

Ken wrote this song (K2 and the Three, and K2 and the Four) a little more than three decades ago, and recorded it with a former band in '95. It's about being a guy who recovers a woman from a failed relationship, even though he doesn't expect it to last. He got the term from an episode of the '90s hit Roseanne, when one of the someone quipped after one of the daughters had been dumped by a bad boy, only to find a new boyfriend, that "it's not gonna last. He's her transition man." So, Ken, finding himself in a similar situation, picked up the term and ran with it.
  His original recording was a harder rock sounding song we used a template, but only loosly. Josh Clary (Entheogenic Psychonaught) tried to answer the question, what would Flea play on this? JJ Terrell came up with the fonky funk keys. Tez (Llanpsych) and Stephen (TexMex Shaman) came up with with the lightning and fire guitar leads. Ken, of course, did the driving drumming and essential percussion. Chris (cgManess) added the really solid foundational rhythm guitar. He also sings this one, with Ken adding a bit of low harmony.On top of that, he also did a fantastic job of producing and mixing it, as well as coming up with the art.
  We hope you enjoy it. Here are the lyrics, too.

Hey won’t you listen to me?
I know I can’t set you free
But I’ll jump start your broken heart
Make it safe again for you to live and love
You know it’s all or nothing

Love see me for awhile
Let ‘em know you’re back in style
It’s touch and go, baby you should know
Feelings from your temporary heart
Leave me with all or nothing
Yeah
 

Girl, I’ll see you in my dreams tonight
It only takes all of my time
You see my brilliant color
Fades to black and white
For I see what you are
And I know who I am

I’m your
Your transition man, yea
Your transition man, yeah

Baby who’s to blame
Was it your fire or my flame?
Candles always melt to wax
But I want you to love me like “ forever “
Is all, or is it nothing?

Darling you’re in my soul
I thought I should let you know
The Spirit that is moving me
Is it all ill have, or will you take my hand?
Give me all or give me nothing


And it’s a long distance, baby!!!

Cover art by CGManess

The Transition Man-Eclectic Collective

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Bloom
https://www.youtube.com/@bloomprod/videos

Vocals and Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by: The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics: 

Out of bounds
and the specter came to me
Came to me
came to me
with a blackened rose
I didn't know what to do about it
I brought it with me to every show

It never ended
Just bloomed to Vanta
Took the life right outta me
I can't let go

Sailing through my timeline on a festering sea
My radar is wrecked, Is this even still me?

I'm just a clown and I'm holding a black rose
Petals grip tightly on this stem that I chose
But the seasons that surround me are just wilting away
If this rose keeps here
My being won't stay

Got a call from the specter today
Said he's delivering a fresh bouquet 
A little bit nosy and you can meet your decay
The stench of the devil and his charming sway

So go on now
Take a saw to my hand
And crush the damn thing when it hits the ground!
This rose is black
And soaked in red
Is this what it takes to get somewhere else instead?

I'm just a clown and I'm holding a black rose
Petals grip tightly on this stem that I chose
But the seasons that surround me are just wilting away
If this rose keeps here
My being won't stay

Bloom x The Mysterious Decibel - Gripping The Black Rose (FREE DOWNLOAD)

Rock Piano Impromptu For Damga

Red Haired Rock Piano

F-Les Nymphéas

with a little help from my friend - https://soundcloud.com/cosmic-ratzzz on Hammond & Wurly !
photo: Simon HUMLER, unsplash

The Art Of Being Happy // feat Cosmic Ratzzz on Keys

A humble honey bee becomes a questioning philosophical singing bluesman.  A folky song reminiscent of one of my musical heroes, Loudon Wainwright III (Swimming Song, Dead Skunk)

Lyrics:
I've been flying around
I've been buzzing around town
I'm just trying not to drown
Inside the hive mind

I'm on a mythical quest
I'm a 5 eyed Sir Galahad
I'm always questioning the plan
The most beautiful flowers
They always seem the most sad

Is there a heaven?
Do I believe in nothingness?
And nothing less?
Oh well, I digress
Do you know what we should do?
Let's dive bomb the influencer!
Destroy her photo shoot!
Oh, I've been buzzing around
I've been swarming around town
I've been questioning everything that I've found
Inside the hive mind

Is our life just one job?
And that's all we do?
I'm a drone bee
Not a worker
But I'm really stung on you
Let's cause chaos at the school grounds!
We'll seek out the bullies
Give them technicolor wounds!
Oh yeah, well, you know that a life must have a purpose
And we all contribute to the bloom
(happy bee buzzing around)
In the hive mind
Hive mind 
You've got to question the way you're thinking
Start questioning the plan

Hive Mind

Music: PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocal: Janne Hennie

My Red Dancing Shoes W/ PJ Project

all instruments: stonerjazz https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679
remix and narration: sonic structures and silent stretches
image: the same collab
info: there are more versions of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOKING FORWARD!

narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a slice at a time

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.


When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.


And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.


Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.


 His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure Canto IV with Stonerjazz

This track is a collaboration with SeaShea on.soundcloud.com/CnDF4
I tried creating a fall song using the same production style as our collaboration 'Seeing The Sea' with SeaShea from the summer. I believe it's a luxurious experience to create music together while looking at the same moon. Please look forward to our future collaborations.

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline
Electric guitar playing and arrangement by SeaShea
Featured on the my new album 'Code Share' on.soundcloud.com/v4P9a

'Moon Water' Synline=SeaShea

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F-Les Nymphéas

Sanshu Seiso [Experimental Artist]