great Metal Riff and vocals, like from the NWoBM

Wow.. impressive opening of the track with guitar..... Magnificent energetic rhythm!!👍💯🎸🎸🎸🎸

https://soundcloud.com/dolly-demeli/sets/summer-23?si=f7735664e73d48dbbd903a1a711957ca&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Fantastic Track, Very Energy,Muy buenas Guitars and Great vocals!!😉🔥🔥🔥🤘🏻🤘🏻👌

Awesome message 
You guys rock
Cheers my friends
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SAUDADE

I wrote this song after an in-depth conversation with my mother who spent years searching for her mother.  It's in 7/8; perhaps reflecting the irregularity of relationships.

Bouzouki, harp, bass and drum programming, mixed and premastered by Dónal Lunny
Mastered by Ivan O'Shea
Editing/Vocals/BV/guitar/photo of my mum by SuZanne

(Because you asked Jeff.  When my Ma met her mother she commented on the colour of her eyes and said, "They're brilliant blue..." and it's the way she said it and looked that stuck in my mind)

Brilliant Blue
Her eyes are brilliant blue, mine are brown
I take after my father, they say he was a farmer
My mother's at the window as I say goodbye
I've only just met her, she is 84 0r 85

Refrain: Brilliant blue eyes, greet my brown
I've waited all my life, for this

2lb 4oz wrapped in cotton wool, placed in a cardboard shoebox
given to nuns in Bloom Street
Manchester in 1940, I was one of many a child and mother
sent from Catholic Ireland

Refrain      Lahlahlahs

Sixty-two years since we met, mother
I just wanted to see you one time, if you want me too
Your eyes are brilliant blue, mine are brown
as I leave the white-haired woman
It was dead of winter I was found

Lahlahlahs   Refrain

Brillinat Blue Master         

Brilliant Blue featuring Dónal Lunny

Words and music K.Gennery
image not my own

Best not dare go near your mind
you won't be held responsible
for the darkness that we may find
guess that makes you unsavable

Sway and swagger don't really matter
cause I believed in you

Something's cooking in your kitchen
I can taste and feel the heat
noise erupting plates go crashing
flooded water under your slippery feet

Immerse yourself in pityfull play
I don't understand you at all
guess youve always been that way
set up the height then nudge us to fall

Prim and proper don't really matter
cause I believed in you

Something's cooking in your kitchen
I can taste and feel the heat
noise erupting plates go crashing
flooded water under your slippery feet

Everything I said and done made no difference at all
All the things I tried to do, could not get through to you
you shut out the voices you'd hear
except for the ones in your head I tried my best.

Something's cooking in your kitchen
I can taste and feel the heat
noise erupting plates go crashing
flooded water under your slippery feet

somethings cooking

Falls Down

The title and middle chorus (the only lyrics in the song) came from the fact that after recording, i felt it needed another section, like a bridge, but got too lazy to find something to fit. Thus the line “I can’t find the bridge to New Funk City”. 

Still can’t find it.   ;O)

This can probably be considered the 3rd in a trilogy of tracks created almost entirely with short loops and sound samples in Garageband ('Dark Roast', and 'Sneaky Reggae' are the other 2).
***Warning: your toezies might get sore from all the tapping they’ll be doing.


lyrics / chorus:
"Everybody tells me I got to go
but I can't find the bridge to New Funk City"


All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve. :)

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here's some pictures I took: www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/
my best photos on 500px (safe site): 500px.com/p/mrmark?view=photos

Mark's Album (post-2020)

New Funk City (where’s da bridge at?)

Cigarettes and taxes 
How many times will you cry 
Wrong side of windowpane 
How many times will you lie to yourself 
Wrapped up in cellophane 

I’ve been a preacher and I’ve been a whore 
feels much same 
Take some time to think for yourself 
While your wrapped up in cellophane 

I’ve been looking for the same damn thing 
For so long, now I think it’s fake 
Maybe I should have another drink 
And go back to the better days 

Cigarettes and taxes I can’t afford 
Put me in an early grave 
Fourteen hours and ten long years 
Just to die in this shell I hate 

Politicians and those behind bars 
Sometimes it feels an even trade 
It’s just so easy too lie to ourselves 
Wrapped up in cellophane 

I’ve been looking for the same damn thing 
For so long, now I think it’s fake 
Maybe I should have another drink 
And go back to the bed I’ve made

Cigarettes and Taxes

Taken from the upcoming STA debut album "Rock and Roll Kills" (2024)
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/1drueM8F0Hc

lyrics:
butterfingers
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I heard this story a long time ago
i heard it before, and now i am long gone

I faced my demons and now i'm back strong
not headstrong, at some point i was wrong

butterfingers, we lost control
we slipped away and run away

i cross my fingers, we won't mess it up 
again this time, i hope you'll be fine

you were so sloppy and gave it up
i hope you remember, that i was your crutch

next thing you know, was to lose control
and now you crawl, to save your soul
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(c)&(p), all rights reserved, STA 2023.

Rock and Roll Kills

butterfingers

Twilight

All rights reserved, (c) & (p) 2023.
Taken from the upcoming full length album, by Shock the Algorithm (PTBR mid-2024)
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/R6xz2BumOPs
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lyrics:
Another day goes by
another war inside my head

another trace of fear
but i never won't give in

Another night passed by
another midnight washed my sins

but i will face the day
no i never won't look grim


You said go and face your demons
don't let another day get wasted!

Death is the enemy, Death is the enemy oHhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh
Death is the enemy, Death is the enemy oHhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh
Death is the enemy, Death is the enemy oHhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh


Another year goes by
another book of memories 

and time doesn't wait
doesn't wait for no one

and don't you look away
you have to stand on your own feet

no matter what will come
you have to get your shit together


fight the good fight
fight the good fight

Death is the enemy

Honey Lover

Though lt had been looking Pretty Grim, not to be Thwarted by the mundane problems of the everyday, our seekers of Truth and Condiments Get their house (bus) ln order, Finding incidental Data on the making of the dumpling ln the process. With a full tank,  full bellies, hope ln their hearts, and a large bag of Condiment--They set their sights on Mexico--

Tea R Sea-(Terry) Synth/Percussion/mlx/Production/Artwork
TexMex Shaman(Stephen)-Electric Guitar
Stonerjazz (jeff) lyrics/Vocals)

AKA The Smoking Trout

Lyric Major Parlay

Sally ls a hero, found a hundred dollar bill and a sack of Skittles
ln between the Cushions of the couch-
Sid and MaryAnn are at the local blood bank
peddling pints of plasma
for fifty bucks a pop-

Maurice and Nostradamus are at the western Union
picking up three hundred dollars
from their grandma ln Tacoma
Gus ls working on the Bus
ln the episcopalian Parklng lot
and even got two hundred dollars from the congregation-

Stu he's got a Visa card which he never uses
Ubered over to the lucky Ladles where he's playing black jack
hoping for a Major Parlay--Hoping for a major Parlay-----

Larry and Roberta, while beggin for some buckshees
and playin music on the corner at the farmers market
met a Sufi sitting on the sidewalk
serenely spouting scripture from the Transcendental Dharma of the Dumpling--

Along with baking soda, salt, wheat and water
A heavy leavening of responsibility ls required ln the making--
And some mushrooms from Oaxaca-lf you wanna make that dumpling, she sald
you're gonna have to go
To Mexico--:)

Major Parlay-The Smoking Trout (Holy Dumpling #7) Tea R Sea and TexMex Shaman

This song started out as an attempt to cover the mostly instrumental "Sweet Florence" by the French Caribbean guitarist and originator of zouk, Jacob Desvarieux. I added lyrics and a rock-funk breakdown in the middle, and it became its own creature.

In October 2023 I went to a fantastic live show of the band Say She She in Washington, DC. Before the band came onstage, as is typical of most concerts, music was being played as the crowd chatted in anticipation of the show. A song started playing that immediately enchanted me: a deep synth bass line followed by a funky slow beat that resembled reggaeton, with a beautiful and haunting guitar solo and various synth touches. I tried using the app Shazam on my phone to identify the song, and it kept failing to hear it properly amid the loud ambient noises of the theater. I was running out of time to identify the song. As the band came onstage, and just as the song started to fade out, my phone identified it on the third try as "Sweet Florence" by Jacob Desvarieux. In the coming weeks I listened to the song over and over, and I felt that desire that musicians have to create my own version of it, to cover it.

I was unable to reproduce the wonderful synth of the original since my keyboard doesn't go that low, so I had to change the octave of one note. I also had to layer several synth basses over each other to add to the deepness. Making this song was also a lesson in sound quality; I am not able to replicate, with my current setup, the deep sonic quality of the original. Trying to play the guitar hook made me realize how skillful Mr. Desvarieux's playing is. My version is less funky than the original but interesting and rhythmic nonetheless. Rest in peace, Jacob Desvarieux, and thank you for such a fabulous song.

Here is a link to the original:
https://soundcloud.com/jacobdesvarieux/sweet-florence?si=849b37fd215648d688807694c94241fd&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Lyrics:
It’s easy to believe
When your brain's been washed and the privilege won
It’s easy to achieve
With your fingers crossed and they’re on the gun
Ain’t hard to see the signs
Of a deep conspiracy
If you don’t read between the lines
And don’t learn the history
It’s easy to believe

Solo

You signed yourself up 
‘Cause they’re filling up your bank account with cash
You got sugar in the cup
And the lies you tell are the latest fash-ion
It’s effortless to see
When you take a big gulp of the sweet kool aid
You see the enemy
Just beat ‘em to a pulp, bow your head, and pray
And it’s easy to believe

It’s easy to achieve
When your mind’s made up and you live in fear
It’s easy not to leave 
When the only place you know is here
The only place you know is here 
It's easy, easy to believe

Music by Jacob Desvarieux and David Wagoner
Lyrics by David Wagoner

Easy To Believe (aka Sweet Florence)

Thank you for listening
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Beginning Of Winter

This is the last suspense track for the yet unreleased game Anthador.
I always wanted to experiment with an odd meter and this was a good opportunity as it introduces the feeling of uncertainty the piece needed.
Additionally I recorded some subtle sound design elements (rolling hacky sack and fingers wiping a micro fiber cloth) to portray the „creeping menace“.
Though looking pretty creepy the cover art was a fun family project that involved rubbing our hands in dirt and a decent amount of image editing.

Creeping Menace

xxxtentacion - vice city (temple remastering)

Hook Me Up

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band from Athens, GR - debut album "Rock and Roll Kills" OUT NOW: https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/rock-and-roll-kills

Death is the enemy

Shock the Algorithm

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