Name: Scrapping Young Bucks by Scrapping Young Bucks
Duration: 4 min 4 s
Description: Title track for the project. Mark Berry guesting on guitar.

I was drinking milk(out of the carton) when this one came up. What do you think happened next? Yep. ALL OVER the floor. Everywhere but my mouth. Still, it was worth it!

Settle, dude. I'm working on it. It's gonna take time to do a good one.

Title track for the project. Mark Berry guesting on guitar.

Scrapping Young Bucks

lyrics

Show me what's above and between
The real things
The real things
Mind's been in the clouds but the people
The people they wait, they wait
The reaction in your eyes it tells me
Tells me to feel
Tells me to feel

These are real things
Yeah they're real things
Show me what's above and between
The real things
The real things

Close the door that I still see through
I'm going in for the kill
In for the kill
Silver skies but it is night time
Show me something real
Something real
The reaction in your eyes it tells me
Tells me to feel
Tells me to feel

Ah the real things
These are the real things
the real things

Patterned colors lead a path to my front door
To my front door
I stare at the metal pythons while their evidence bleeds
Their evidence bleeds

Real Things

The Remixes

The light touches everything (Live Remix)

Within

El Belén de Las Palmas

Gilese 12b

Love in G minor

Love in G minor (Remix)

« Psaume 50 » for Flute, Recitant and Synthesizer by Franck Douvin (Flute), Gilles Dumesnil (Récitant) & Wolfgang Schwarz (Synthesizer)
https://soundcloud.com/bbright_official
Composed on Monday, December 30, 2024
« Pitié pour moi, mon Dieu, dans ton amour, selon ta grande miséricorde, efface mon pêché. Lave-moi tout entier de ma faute, purifie-moi de ton offense. Oui, je connais mon pêché, ma faute est toujours devant moi. Contre toi, et toi seul, j'ai pêché, ce qui est mal à tes yeux, je l'ai fait. Ainsi, tu peux parler et montrer ta justice, être juge et montrer ta victoire. Moi, je suis né dans la faute, j'étais pêcheur dès le sein de ma mère. Mais tu veux au fond de moi la vérité;  dans le secret, tu m'apprends la sagesse. Purifie-moi avec l'hysope, et je serai pur; lave-moi et je serai blanc, plus que la neige. Fais que j'entende les chants et la fête : ils danseront, les os que tu broyais. Détourne ta face de mes fautes, enlève tous mes pêchés. Crée en moi un coeur pur, ô mon Dieu, renouvelle et raffermis au fond de moi mon Esprit. Ne me chasse pas loin de ta face, ne me reprends pas ton Esprit Saint. Rends-moi la joie d'être sauvé; que l'Esprit généreux me soutienne. Aux pêcheurs, j'enseignerai tes chemins; vers toi, reviendront les égarés. Libère-moi du sang versé, Dieu mon sauveur et ma langue acclamera ta justice. Seigneur, ouvre mes lèvres et ma bouche annoncera ta louange. Si j'offre un sacrifice, tu n'en veux pas, tu n'acceptes pas d'holocauste. Le sacrifice qui plaît à Dieu, c'est un Esprit brisé; tu ne repousses pas, ô mon Dieu, un coeur brisé et broyé. Accorde à Sion le bonheur, relève les murs de Jérusalem. Alors tu accepteras de justes sacrifices, oblations et holocaustes, * alors on offrira des taureaux sur ton autel. Amen, Amen...»
« Please be pity for me, my God, in your love, according to your great mercy, and clear my sin. Wash me all of my fault, cleanse me from your offense. Yes, I know my sin, my fault is always before me. Against you, and you alone, I have fished, which is bad for you, I have done it. So you can speak and show your justice, be a judge and show your victory. I was born in fault, I was a fisherman from my mother's womb. But you want the truth in my heart; in secret you teach me wisdom. Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me and I will be white, more than snow. Make me hear the songs and the party: they will dance, the bones that you crush. Turn away your face from my faults, take away all my sins. Create in me a pure heart, O my God, renew and strengthen my Spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your face, do not take me back your Holy Spirit. Give me the joy of being saved; let the generous Spirit sustain me. To the fishermen I will teach your paths; to you the lost will return. Free me from the blood shed, God my savior and my tongue will cheer your righteousness. O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will preach your praise. If I offer a sacrifice, you don't want it, you don't accept a holocaust. The sacrifice which pleases God is a broken Spirit; you do not reject, O my God, a broken and crushed heart. Give Zion happiness, lift the walls of Jerusalem. Then you will accept righteous sacrifices, oblations and burnt offerings, and bulls will be offered on your altar. Amen, Amen...»

« Psaume 50 » for Flute, Recitant and Synthesizer

may the last world war III not be already begun!

nOXpOX - gaga apocalypso

Barefoot dancing in a Cairo bar

method: vst and voice
narration: basically a test of equipment; waiting area - there is an interlinear translation below the text - say hello to Godot in case they happen to be around ;-)
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

ausgestanzt und plastiform
da sitzen wir und warten
pferde
mit lichttriefenden nüstern
die silhouette einer großstadt
aus bakterien und hoffnung

interlinear translation: waiting area //  punched out and malleable / we sit and wait / horses /   with nostrils dripping light / a city skyline / made of bacteria and hope

wartesaal

K-HERRING - 1 is a a vet of the Vancouver, B.C. area recording scene.  S.Y.B. is the first solo project after many years in many other projects including....

The Shits, The Toilets, Ego, Drug Evans Experience, This Is NOT Elvis, 
The Wes Project, The Koz  and Security.

Current projects - Scrapping Young Bucks, Doomeastvan,
Ghost of The Enemy

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