Aethereal

Cartoon Sounds 2

Montage Of Knowledge

Basic Trax pt 1

SFX - Stinky Stingers

Originally designed for a friends medieval themed gambling game in 2022. Recorded at source.

:00-:01 - Battle Sounds (Swords)
:02 - Monster
:03-09 Coin fills cup - Winning Moves
:09-:13 Cup on table - New Player
:013-end - More winning Moves

Bard Gambling

Lyrics:
Intro
Oh my muddy fellow traveler
I’m forever in your debt
You showed me how to stop and smell the roses
And pee on them

Verse
When you came into my life
The Earth was flat
I didn’t have time for nothin’ or no-one
Livin’ deep inside my head
You quickly diagnosed the problem
And promptly prescribed me a walk
On the hunt for hidden fortunes in the flower beds
Out there beyond my block

Chorus
You’re my canine life coach
You’re my furry ambassador
You’re my downward doggie guru
Tell me who knew I would love you so
You pulled me out of my rut and out that door

Verse
Who knew the gruff old man
Had a twinkle in his eye
Or the lady with the stroller
Would tell her kids to say hi
Never expected my next-door neighbors
Would have so much to say
Funny how the walls tumble down
With the wag of a tail

Chorus

Verse
You taught me that time is precious
Oh my how dog years fly
You will have lived another week
By my next sunrise
Now I know why you charge ahead
Sniffing so urgently
Then turn and look at me as if to say
Hey buddy are you coming with me

Bridge
Hey buddy are you coming with me
Woowoowoo are you coming with me
Huh huh huh are you coming with me
Woowoowoo are you coming with me

Chorus

Verse
One day we’ll reach the end of your road
We’ll take your leash off at the river Styx
I’ll lay you gently in that boat
And check you for fleas and ticks
Over on the far shore
You’ll meet your brother Cerberus
He’s a three-headed St. Bernard
With three tails wagging and triple the licks

Bridge

Canine Life Coach

In the Belly of the Beast They Found a Beating Heart
-	T. Bohn

In the belly of the beast they found a beating heart
No sign of fangs, no claws adorned its broken arms
But the coroner saw fit to cover up that part
Of the abominable beast and its beating heart

Quite a curiosity, this undead beating heart
Bore recording in the royal anatomical charts
But they never found the source of its organic spark
O this irrational beast and its beating heart

O gallant knights ride valiantly to fight
Protecting us from certain death
We’re lucky that we’ve never had to face the beast up close
Pierced by its haunted eyes, torn by its ragged breath



Some nights, a stifled gasp escapes the frigid dark
The shadows shift, a shuffling, a telltale mark
And I can’t help but wonder if I’ve had a brush
With the crouching trembling beast and its beating heart

Lo…  Lo Lo Lo  Lo… Lo Lo Lo
Lo…  Lo Lo Lo Lo Lo Lo

In the belly of the beast they found a beating heart
The object of our fears, it simply played its part
An unwitting cameo inside our narrative arc
The abominable beast
The irrational beast
The crouching trembling beast
And its beating heart

Personnel:
Theodore Bohn: Lead vocals, backing vocals, trombone; composition of all instruments' parts (played via Finale using SmartMusic Soft Synth and Garritan sound libraries)
Lindsey Dabek: Backing vocals

In the Belly of the Beast They Found a Beating Heart

Some things can’t change though they never happened at all
T. Bohn and B. Wisniewski

Verse
The mountain weather turned so quickly
A tattered cable in the wind
My partner no longer behind me
Some things can’t change though they never happened at all
The way home winds in circles
A sea of cobblestones
A blanket of helpless light
Some things can’t change though they never happened at all

Chorus
Turning
Returning
Right back to the start

Verse
Return to a house of blank space
Sharp corners and empty echoes
Cold trophies hold their tongues
Some things can’t change though they never happened at all
Disguised by portraits and carpets
These walls were always thin
The wind seeps through the cracks
Some things can’t change though they never happened at all

Chorus
Unveiling
Revealing
The light within

Bridge
I start trembling
Underneath my feet
Something stirs and gasps
In the stifling heat
There’s a skeleton
And his restless soul
Tries to leave his skull
Through a bullet hole

Verse
The fog of reflection is lifting
The sun feels warm on my face
I see my shadow for the first time
Some things can’t change though they never happened at all
A tiny hand grasps my finger
Open eyes of wonder
I hold the child that felt alone
Some things can’t change though they never happened at all


Some Things Can't Change Though They Never Happened At All

What Kind of Friend Am I

On my way to pick up groceries I’m assaulted by the blankness
The corner he once softened now a hard expanse of pavement
I knew him as Moses, he was from a far-off place
But now he’s gone I realize, I never asked him his last name

He sold me papers, pet my dog, asked me ‘bout my swimming
I kept it light and breezy, wry one-liners, always grinning
But I’m at a loss for words now that I hear he’s been detained
What kind of friend am I, I never asked him his last name

Every day that empty corner silently accuses me
I had a deep bench of excuses, see
He kept trying to engage me in a friendly conversation
I declined his invitation
Friendship leads to expectation, judgement and to blame
Best avoid the obligation, and continue on my way
Sneakin’ through the side door to avoid his searching gaze
It’s hardly a wonder that I never learned his name

I went to ICE and asked for Moses, tell me is he there?
I need to tell my good friend that we’ll help him, that we care
Moses who? they said, come on now, we have hundreds here in chains
Are you really such good friends if you can’t tell me his last name?

The neighborhood was up in arms, poor Moses was so kind
He helped us cross the crosswalk and discouraged petty crime
Put wallets in the lost and found, but we lost him just the same
‘Cause none of us ever took the time to ask him his last name

Every day that empty corner silently accuses me
I had a deep bench of excuses, see
He kept trying to engage me in a friendly conversation
I declined his invitation
It’s ok, it’s not just me, everybody here’s the same
We’re all so friendly but we don’t know anybody’s names
Is our neighborhood camaraderie really just a sheen?
Our community frayed while we looked away, staring at our screens

The corner he once livened now a dead and empty space
I turn my face but I can’t escape the burning glare of shame
Oh I can try to spit out the bitter grit but the hint of guilt remains
What kind of friend am I if I never learned his name




What Kind of a Friend Am I

Tied to the Wheel

Verse
(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past swirl around us
the city spires drowning in haze
we’re driving shiny parasites to the fountains
of ancient blood from our mother’s veins

chasing the next toy only to throw it away
shrines of rubble growing every day
just another donation to the church of laissez-faire
we lay down our carpets and pray

Chevron deference is a thing of the past
a grieving orca holds her dying calf
plastic wrapping for a life on the go
we’ve wrapped the Gulf of Mexico

we’re caught up in our thirsty search
gotta get another fix of merch
one day our kids will ask us why we killed the world
we’ll say we tried to stop it 

Chorus
but our hands were tied - tied to the wheel
nobody’s steering - you can hear the breaks squeal
spinning out of control – tumbling in a free-fall
straight to a rock wall – we’ll say we tried to stop it
but our hands were tied - tied to the wheel
the wheel of samsara – genuflect and kneel
hidden hand of the market - the art of the deal
measure yield in karma – all will be revealed

Verse
(smoke!) the ghosts of forest past tried to warn us
before we lost entire cities in California
fingers pointed, nothin’ done
now a rising shadow eats the sun

the looming fist of Shiva punches the sky
raining embers on the chronically dry
red demons pull the curtain of night
take cover Shiva’s dance is nigh

(insert sax solo here)

if a tree falls in the forest and another and others and others
and no-one’s listening will they hear our cries?
crimson lesions on the skin of our mother of mothers
bleeding souls - will she survive?

ask Smokey the Bear? No! ask an ecologist
not a government apologist - issuing policies
that line their pockets, have they no conscience?
they’ll say we tried to stop it 

Chorus
but our hands were tied - tied to the wheel
the wheel of a bus – it’s bigger than us
spinning out of control – choking on a noose
of our excuses – we’ll say we tried to stop it
but our hands were tied - tied to the wheel
the wheel of samsara – genuflect and kneel
hidden hand of the market - the art of the deal
measure yield in karma – all will be revealed

(add instrumental solo here)

(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past
(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past
(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past
(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past
(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past
(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past
(smoke!) the ghosts of forests past
(smoke!) we’ll say we tried to stop it 

Chorus
but our hands were tied - tied to the wheel
the wheel of a bus – it’s bigger than us
spinning out of control – choking on a noose
of our excuses – we’ll say we tried to stop it
but our hands were tied - tied to the wheel
the wheel of samsara – genuflect and kneel
hidden hand of the market - the art of the deal
measure yield in karma – all will be revealed 

Just let go of the wheel!
Just let go of the wheel!
Just let go of the wheel!
Just let go of the wheel!
Just let go of the wheel!
Just let go of the wheel!
Just let go of the wheel!
Just let go of the wheel!

Tied to the Wheel

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