Name: Speed of Light by Sergey Melody
Duration: 4 min 39 s
Description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og2ii6HeAV8

Yes. Wonderful synths and composition. this vocoder line is so cool.

Close your eyes and let yourself be transported by the sounds and sensations of the deep north, where everything seems to stop and return to its origins; the human mind can materialize anywhere, will and imagination will do the rest... our planet is a precious and special place, let's try to take care of it and respect it!

NORWEGIAN FJORDS

Marlene   Ariel en Bicicleta

A banned book fetish. That's our current kink.

Read the accompanying poem here while you listen: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-librarian/

PS Perkins: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Piano, wood blocks, programming
R Thomas: Drums, Wah guitar, shakers, cowbell
 
LYRICS
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A secret knock, a hidden door, a narrow hallway
The eyeless guide sees us inside, watching us always
As we meander down the aisles, 
Rows of spines which stretch for miles
And we show our special card
On the scent of another shard

A vaulted dome, a musty tome, an umbrous alcove
A sacred space, a quiet place, a sunken treasure trove
Details infinitesimal
Dewiest of decimals
Ever stranger truth to know
As we squish the forbidden fruit between our toes

A deeper shaft, an ancient craft, a garish goblin
The icy stare, the purple hair, a memory maudlin
Going deep down in the mines
With a shining pick to grind
The librarian lights the way
Understands the game we play

A puzzle piece, a glob of grease, a rusted lever
A blazing fire, we never tire, we nurse our fever
Run our fingers down the crease
Gently comb the golden fleece
Read aloud the sacred scroll
Let's show these muggles how we roll

They cant stand you, they want to ban you
They want to sterilize and pack you up and can you
They prefer truth that's mass produced
Because they're lacking the tenacity to grasp you
So let me ask you: what's the bigger threat?
While we're waiiting on a bomb you haven't dropped yet
They'd rather burn you then have to learn you
Their little fingers are too slippery to turn you
The truth waits for us to dissect it
And librarians are here to protect it
So grab some glasses if you need
And climb atop the worlds' mightiest steed
We're gonna read until our fingers bleed
It's a seed, it's a need, it's an urge you gotta heed
It's a growl in your stomach that you know you gotta feed
Let's show 'em how to read!

The Librarian

Un deux trois et quatre, our dance forevermore,
In the echoes of the music, our spirits start to soar,
A waltz of sweet surrender, on this enchanted floor,
Un deux trois et quatre, love's song we can't ignore.

un-deux-trois

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

Sometimes you go to a dark place.

WRETCHED BEGGAR

Ooooo….
Ooooo….

I don’t want you
I don’t need you
Why don’t you 
Why won’t you
Why can’t you
Get out of my way 
It’s my way

All you do
When I’m in your arms
All you do 
To twist and turn me
All you do
To look the other way
Alll you do
To ignore me

I should leave you
I can’t bear you
Why don’t I
Why won’t I
Why can’t I
Get out of my way 
Gotta be one day

A little devil in my mind
Poking me with his red hot trident
White smile on his face
I feed him 
I feed him
That fat little bastard
I’m gonna get the wretched beggar

All I do
To forget myself
All I do
To erase myself
Never do
Anything I used to
Never do
Anything I want to

Better for you
Better for me
I think we
I believe we
I hope we
Get out of my way 
Never better than today

Wretched Beggar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Og2ii6HeAV8

Researchers

Speed of Light

Thunder Pants

Too bad I was your Rembrandt in waiting
Though you sensed you were Ms Convenience
So many days in a chamber debating
Instead of between sheets of Salinas

There you go again 
Mount Vesuvius – in your hands
Manufacturing pain
Emphatically – Thunder Pants
(your cross you bear is burning dangerously near)
(Here seeking comfort from anxiety wizened)

So soon the ejector seat after the thrill
Brings the acid to the back of your teeth
You can’t let it go like a Janice girl
So it’s almost time to lay a wreath

A rational man would cut you dead
But testosterone makes fools of the best

Sometimes it seems that you’re talking nice
But I know it’s the crack end of the bench
It’s a midday roast and my tongue is dry
Anticipating that rapier sledge

Thunder Pants

True Love

Opus81

Harmony laden lyrical acoustic rhythmic soul

Between Abstraction and Representation

You don’t know which way to stand
Is the light favorable?
Or is black now passe
I guess it’s all debatable

I’m trailing in your scent
You’re LA then New York
Ghosting like the Zephyr Train
Making sure you walk the walk
You’re caught there in between abstraction and representation
They watch you in between abstraction and representation

Though you deny you seek to impress
It’s other women for whom you get dressed
In and out of the closet you float
Strapping and weave – girdle and hose

Delaunay or Cassatt?
Hey honey bring it all back
Home . . . 

I could be jealously mad
Seeing all that attention you grab
But bedroom’s night is painting your curves
And only I will get to observe

Between Abstraction and Representation

This one goes out to one of my big hero´s..    i have shorten the version down,    i have used a long time to make a tribute to one of the best story tellers in newer time..   "Howard Marks"  aka Mr Nice..
he lived an incredible life..   for those who´s not have read or heard he´s "Book or Auido Book"  i can sertenly recommended..   R.I.P  H.M..

Speed of Light

Sergey Melody

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