Really beautiful melody, delivered with heaps of feeling.

The Colors Mix To Grey

Hard times, I hope you will forgive the lightness of touch. A big thank you to three magnificent earthlings who allow me to keep dreaming: https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson, https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein and Yaron Engler. 

https://youtu.be/gcvxFj4CPZY

Rocket fuel regular
Or rocket fuel light?
Said the Venusian
He was ever so polite

She said, give me regular
And lit a cigar
He knew straight away
That this girl was from Mars

No smoking in here
You’ll blow us all up
She said, give me ya phone number
And I might look you up

He went red
She remained green
Coz Martians and Venusians
Are like meat with ice cream

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream

He went red
She remained green
But when you think about it
What’s wrong with meat with ice cream

He gave her his number
That’s  what they did
She gave hime a wink
And he fluttered his lids

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
He gave her his number
And a little while later they had green and red kids

Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
Meat with Ice Cream
You know what I mean

Meat With Ice Cream

Meat With Ice Cream (feat. Janine Levinson & Jonathan Beckenstein)

This a Poem written by Jo Richter Aka (Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches) He also is the maker of the Natural Weather,syth,bells track  and the Art. The drums come from Roland/Boss at 164 BPm. This is another wonderful poem from Jo. Many thanks to everyone!!

Solstice Weather Report
 
These solstice eyes 
have learned to disagree
with the varnish and dies
of vain pleasantry

The ugly devices of self-serving goons
casting their angst ridden bases
only to float their ego-balloons
have erased all the sky's visual graces.

This Solstice skin
has learned to shy away
from the deceptively Thin
pvc overlay.

this discount-priced vortex of dime-store illusion
raises hope from the ground at it's gust front
only to soil soils with futile pollution
as it scatters it's load in the minds of those stunned.

These Solstice ears
have learned to listen in
to the grumblings of fears
in the voice therein

Bared. in the open, prone to transform
Buds turn to flower when graced by the soft rain
fears provide courage to transcend the norm
letting go and becoming are one and the same.

Solstice Weather Report(A poem by Jo Richter)

our kicks aren't cocaine, just candles & champagne...

written by naldo
vocal by tony mills of spark
arranged & produced by kid otari
orchestration by guillaume
Recorded on tape at the Laundry Room, Oakland California
8-channel 1/2" Otari MX5050

mastering by guillaume & richard blitz
soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks
https://www.blitzrecording.com

cover art by naldo from B&W photo of fred astaire & eleanor powell

Dancing on Moonlight

I’D RATHER TAKE THE TRAIN INSTEAD OF A PLANE
I GO BY MANY NAMES HAVE A GUESS WHO IS ME
 
I’M A FLANEUR A WALKER RELIABLE DRINKER
JE FUME UNE PARISIENNE DU CÔTÉ DU SACRÉ CŒUR
COS
I LIVED IN PARIS OXFORD VIENNA
AND I LOVE A KISS BY MY SWEET SWEET SOPHIA
 
I’D RATHER TAKE THE TRAIN INSTEAD OF A PLANE
I GO BY MANY NAMES HAVE A GUESS WHO AM I

EUROPOP EUROTRASH LIKE A PAN IN THE FLASH
TURNING 27 IT’S A GAS GAS GAS

I’D RATHER TAKE THE TRAIN INSTEAD OF A PLANE
I GO BY MANY NAMES HAVE A GUESS WHO IS ME
 
SO THANK YOU JANNI MERCI HENNI 
I FEEL SO LUCKY
SANS OUBLIER BIEN SÛR MON VIEIL AMI LUKI

HE’D RATHER TAKE THE TRAIN INSTEAD OF A PLANE
HE GOES BY MANY NAMES HAVE A GUESS WHO IS HE
WHAT A QUIZZ

AND HE GOES FOR SWEETS CHOCOLATE AND KETCHUP
CABBAGE AND BEANS DES SAUCISSES ET DES FRITES 
MAIS LES FRUITS NON MERCI THANKS BUT NO THANKS
HE’D RATHER TAKE THE TRAIN

WELL LET ME TELL YOU IS NAME IS KONRADIN 
ALSO KNOWN AS KONNI, KOIN, KT KONRAADIN
KINRADIN THOMAS, KOK EN RADIN
WHAT ELSE?
LET CALL HIM KONRADIN

KONRADIN (Lyrics) song for Konradin

AROUND IT COMES
IT COMES AGAIN
VICIOUS NIGHT
AND HURRICANE

YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN
YOU COULDN’T SEE
PRE-DESIGNED
THIS DESTINY

MY INSTAGRAM
AND TWITTER FEED
WILL NOT BLOCK
ATROCITY

A STROLL TO YESTERDAY
AND DON’T FORGET YOUR RAINCOAT

RECALL WHEN WE WERE SAFE
AND HISTORY WAS A GHOST

IT’S NOT TOO LATE
UNLEASH THE LIGHT
ONE MORE TIME
BEFORE THE NIGHT

Thanks to Janine Levinson, Wheelwright, Fady and Cheesemont for early listening, consultation, and support.

History

Still processing my father's loss, and struggling to put fingers to keys of late. But I know that I need to push through this wail and return to the you-n-i-verse eventually.

He'd want it that way.

***************
LYRICS

The Truth about axes
is they smash through the frays
of the eyes and the neighs,
chunk rough trunks in their ways,
but harvest vines and scythed hays
are immune somehow

And then my father died


The thing about truths
is they burst veins with their use
as they bump and they bruise
debase and abuse
while made-up monks gussy down for pastel plaster plays,
giddy-thrup and are amused somehow

As they watch my father die


To axe about things
that make wishes with rings
grains of sooth waxed to wings
whether leather or feather
they weather the soul with
the truths that they bring
sun-drunk lay in their daze 
flippant, mince with loose ways
and flap lips like goosed fools

While my father dies

The Truth About Axes

The longer they last

mahan mahan asked me to add something to this already awesome tune. I have put a couple of vocal tracks on top, and some ebow guitar.😊 I love the guitar work and the wonderful poetry of this song. 
რაჩაი 💀 ღაჩაი - Disenchanted Life (Daylon Cates | Mahan²) @mahan-mahan

Lyrics

The nursery is quiet and the paint has begun to dry
Unlike the tears from our would be mother's eyes.
She's only as strong as the roots that help her stand
And it won't be too hard before she reaches out her hand

For the Men that painted plans
On walls that were corroded
But little did he understand that the soil had eroded

Yeah the solid pieces crumble into microscopic doubt
The roar of faith is a mumble
But the alcohol is stout

The overzealous  sponge neglects the pincushion
Relief will never come.

So they both keep pushing 
For the pain that helps them feel like there's still some reasons left
To numb the other feelings
That distract their life from death.

Dis-Enchanted life(featuring Mahan Mahan and Daylon Cates)

Back Again

Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday and into '23

Santa's In A Funk - Jamie Rhind

I am driven to create music by my belief in its transformative and healing power, a method of expressing and processing what beauty and pain life may throw your way.
         
My songs are a collection of memories and emotions, an eclectic mix of sounds, influenced by my experience of the many cultures and countries (Indian subcontinent, Switzerland, Ukraine, Russia, Uzbekistan, USA and finally the UK) that I had the privilege of living in around the globe. 

Growing up all over the world was exciting and dynamic, however, it also left me feeling somewhat like an international nomad, with no distinct roots or clearly defined place to call home. Hence the name Sans Roots.  

As a child, I found great joy, comfort, and stability in music, however going into adulthood, university studies and the corporate career ladder took front and centre stage of my priorities, leaving the creative inner child stifled and forgotten. 

Now in parenthood I am reconnecting to this inner child, tapping into this creative outlet, and realizing that home doesn't have to be a physical or geographical location, it can be a place in the mind where everyone can find solace, peace, and a sense of fulfilment.   

As a dandelion puff takes flight in the wind, free from the cares of this world, its destination unknown, so too is our journey of the mind, hope you enjoy sharing it with me.

The Colors Mix To Grey

Sans Roots

Recent comments

mistermark

Ingo Bremenkamp

Kurt Mottershead

Alba

Related tracks