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“Taking inspiration from a footnote of an Oliver Sacks book, lyrically this explores the phenomenon of musical hallucinations. As I was piecing the lyrics together I quickly realised that in this “a brain storm” is a metaphor for a misunderstood, long term condition with varying degrees of ever changing intensity; Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome definitely inspired my lyric writing for this song (kindly follow the link to the HEDS society in my bio to learn more. Thank you). Leaning into the nostalgic live basement recording sounds of 1990’s alternative music there is definitely a Wheatus, Green Day, Third Eye Blind sound and it gets a little The Cure in places on this one. I also wanted the scrapbook sounds of “Save Rock and Roll” era Fall Out Boy.” 

mybrainstorm. 

I think I might be losing my mind
It’s definitely broken this time
Anxiety and fatigue, what’s happening to me? 
I’m losing my sleep
Brainstorming hallucination

This is my brainstorm
I’m feeling the downfall 
It’s taking, it wants it all 
(You give me the shakes) 
It pushes, it pulls me 
It knocks me then builds me 
Brainstorm hallucinations
I’m hearing ghosts and not seeing faces 
I’m hearing sounds in mysterious places 
My brainstorm 

I feel it call 
I’m hearing noises and there’s no one there at all
It’s so complicated, so bio-excavated 
Maybe I levitated to hell and back 
Brainstorm hallucination 

This is my brainstorm 
This is my brain 

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

mybrainstorm.

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

Pictures: Lht
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

This is a remix of a song I did with Jeff Roberts and Rekha-Iyern [Fe] a few years ago.  I'd always felt it could've used a better mix since I didn't know jack shit back then about mixing.

Was lucky enough the first time around to have the great Jeff Roberts on bass and this second time, my EZDrummer 2 hacking was replaced by the mighty K2 and the Three- Ken Karasek on the drums. So thanks again to both those guys.


Bass, synth, a little rhythm guitar and all the groove you can handle - Jeff Roberts
Vocals, Lyrics - Rekha-Iyern [Fe] )
Lead and rhythm guitar, talk box , synth, music composition, mix, production - TexMex Shaman
Drums - K2 and the Three - Ken


Lyrics - REKHA-IYERN [Fe]
Give it Up '25

Oo Yeah
Ahn Yeah
Hey Hey
Hey Hey

Give it up Baby
Don't ya say maybe
Cuz' you know
It makes me
Totally crazy
And

You want
To give me
All of your love
You know it's true
You do me so
You do me so good
Baby I need
Your love

Give it up, Baby
Never say maybe
Cuz' you know it
Makes me feel
Totally, crazy good-good
Oh, Yeah-Yeah

You know you want to
Give me, your love, love, love
It always, makes me feel
So good, good, good
You touch my woman

Oh, Eh
Hey, Hey
Hey-Hey
Hahn, Oh
Ho, Ho, Oh

Babe, I need
Your good love
Your man-man in my
Woman-hood
Oo-Oo-Yeah

Give it Up '25

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Revenge is for dreams, never reality
Humming from the window, or is that just me?
Here and existing
Existence, the dream of a god wracked with ennui

Refuse to be comforted
with conscription or mosque or desired holocaust
Kangaroos lack individuality
not me

With the grief I've gathered up in my arms
See the face of Laocöon and his two sons come to harm
Crushed by the snake for threatening to interfere
Sometimes the rivers shake 
Sometimes the skies are clear

Sometimes the fire burns, dry and plain
Sometimes the wood is cool and wet with rain
Suffer the heat like a cat on the three hottest days
of midsummer,
go back to the river
Though there may be a maze along the way

Curse and throw spit into the fire
Cast out the bad souls left in me
Apparitions are just cedar trees in the dark
Though the thought refuses to expire
Though I take this expensive piece of language with me

With everything to have and everything to give
Evidence for the coming universal wish not to live
The Hand reaches down to cradle and caress
The peace of mind of duress and unrest

The scent of a sweet song is on the midsummer air
The false and unjust with talons that tear
But the snare of the struggle 
       of the dream is ennui
Is the humming from the window?
        or is that just me?
                   July 26, 2024

Kangaroo Kourt

Years

Give me just one night,

Let's dance until the morning wakes up.

Your eyes carry the light,

That the darkness breaks.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Your closeness sounds like a sound,

Like a whisper deep in the horizon.

Everything is silent, but I only hear you,

My soul sings for you.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

And when the morning comes,

You stay in every word.

Love and pain united,

You paint my heart so much.

Give me the night – just once,

I'll term them forever.

A song, a picture, a wing beat,

Who carries you to heaven.

Schenke mir nur eine Nacht.m4a

Ray (https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040) and I went back to the well, and came back with this.

You Oughta See

Original title: I like to sample old drums

Open collaborations have always triggered me and they have to be cooked, when they are still hot. So when I listened to the new track of Marquis I knew immediately what I wanted to do and created a remix in a few hours. My approach is, that I have replaced the warm and organic sounding drum-loops with cold and sterile sounding synth-sounds. Though I am far from being a Hip hop-producer I tried to apply a polished and modern attitude. I painstakingly recreated the groove of the original loops, shifting sounds exactly to the same place. All sounds are made with the Zebra-synth and mixed in Logic. I used two raps and tried to create a smooth transition between them.

Open Collab original: https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/i-like-to-sample-old-drums

Lyrics 
Take The Max Down To Hillsboro  
Hey maybe when were done collabing  
You should  
Take the max down to hillsboro  
Kickback and relax 
We could have fun 
Eat some cake at Decadent Creations  
Chill and bake in the sun, then Run to the Bagley park pavilion 
When the rain has begun 
We don’t use none umbrellas here 
Just jackets from Columbia  
I could buy you one cause there Is no sales tax,  
I don’t lie, just facts 
We all like to try to put bike racks on our Subarus  
What chus got to loose  
Boos is only sold  
At the liquor store I got one near me called 
Wholesale Liquor store 
Yo what more  
Do you want to know From the Portland Airport  
You can go  
Take the max down to Hillsboro It’ll cost around 4 to 6 bucks  
And take about an hour and 45 minutes 

This One Goes  
This one goes out to Portland breweries even though I don’t drink keep making them brews 
This one goes out to Washington Park for the oldest west of the Mississippi zoo 
This one goes out to Beaverton Nike workers cause you know we keep wearing them shoes 
This one goes out to Hillsboro  
This one goes out to Cornelius, every day I go to work I’m just passing through 
This one goes out to Forest Grove Pacific University keep collecting them dues  
Fuck going into debt for school



Heartscore and The Couch King - I like to program new drums

This song may seem like a step backwards, no DAW, just acoustic, quite simple, vocals and a guitalele as accompaniment. Are you familiar with this instrument? I didn't know it existed until I met someone on the train who had one with him, the GL1 from Yamaha. It's kind of a full-fledged mini guitar. It's rather inexpensive considering the quality, costing less than 100 euros including the case. It's a beautiful instrument, and you can easily take it with you anywhere. You can play it like a normal guitar, you just have to get used to the small frets on the fretboard. But I don't wish to advertise here...anyway, I am really happy with it.
I found that song on my phone, one of my very first songs, like „Giants“. I wasn't very good at playing at the time, so the accompaniment consisted mainly of 1 or 2 notes on the electric guitar, hardly any chords. When I rediscovered it, I thought it sounded so embarrassing (the guitar playing) that I wanted to delete it. But then I listened to the complete song and finally liked it a lot. I've taken over some of the minimal guitar playing here in the guitalele version, but play also full chords. So please don't expect a complex song here. Maybe if this is the first song you will hear from me, you perhaps better skip it and listen to another one first.

Get out of my Head

Highland Dawn ( free download  mp3 )

Now im home again 
and i just want to say how much i missed you.
Evening haunts the room 
and all i want to be is where im at.
i know you know i know
somethings hidden underneath our purpose
Earth is dying a slow death
so whatever mind you made up is mine
whatever story you told is lost
whatever harm you caused has healed
In the great divide

Im just sad to see we didnt get the chance to live forever
whatever its dying a slow death.

This isint yours to take
This isint yours to evade
This isint yours to see --

divide hours

Mama is a soul-stirring tribute that honors the power, sacrifice and irreplaceable love of a mother. The track weaves raw emotion with cinematic production, telling a story of gratitude, loss, and resilience. Every lyric is drenched in real-life memories, joys, struggles, prayers, and lessons, delivered with a voice that aches and uplifts in equal measure. “Mama” isn’t just a song; it’s a confession, a celebration, and a longing, a universal anthem for anyone who’s ever loved and lost, or still cherishes the guiding light of a mother’s heart.

Mama

Ether

A song we recorded back in April 2024 about how we talk about all the things that our wrong but it doesn’t make a difference.
Great Britain is broken at the moment and seriously needs fixing but know one seems to know how.
A new government as appeared to make it worse yet told us we can sort this.
The poorest are getting poorer and the richest are getting richer. The world will never be equal but when a country of our wealth is struggling we know something is wrong. 
Working families can’t pay the basics bills or put food on the table because prices have gone through the roof.
We pump chemical factory waste directly into our rivers because someone’s getting an handout somewhere along the line. Meanwhile the wildlife dies and can’t recover. 
Our incredible NHS system is on its knees & so under funded with record waiting lists for every treatment.
Wars in other countries that have a massive effect on our Country. 
We talk about all these things bringing them in with talking about the weather, football scores & VAR. 
It would just be nice to talk about the good things that make life worth living instead of doom & gloom. 
Conscience of Kings gives you ….. 
To The Everyday People 

V1.
I anit talking about political domination 
I anit talking about the environmental situation 
I anit talking about all these  crazy  wars 
I anit talking about var &  football scores 

Chorus 
Cause it doesn’t make a difference 
What I’ve got to say 
Whenever was the world equal 
For the every day people x2



V2. 
I anit talking about the lack of funds NHS 
I anit talking about the mental health mess 
I anit talking about  prices  when renewing 
I anit talking about what the weather is doing 

Chorus 
Cause it doesn’t make a difference 
What I’ve got to say 
Whenever was the world equal 
For  every day people x2

Whenever was the world equal for the everyday people (repeat to end)

To The Everyday People ~Conscience Of Kings


https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=f25fim1LK0c&feature=shared


https://open.spotify.com/album/5H2k2g26qjq1VY0B8mvLIt?si=vwbqZTVOT7Sj4-vpS5BSKw

It Will Be Forever.mp3

Blindly pushing forward through the fog of life.

23.08.2025 Updated with a new extended instrumental and a tighter mix.

A new track I am currently developing. I hope you enjoy it. 

A full song version will come soon. 

Please feel free to leave a comment as it is valuable feedback and I really appreciate it.

Preamble

CROSSROAD.

======================


November 2024.

This is a more electronic composition with a small piano touch at the end.

I try to capture in music the decisions we must constantly make in life to follow our path. I've made some wrong decisions in my life... who hasn't? But at least I can say that I made them on my own and they weren't induced, even the wrong ones. That allows me to overcome, for the time being, any regret or frustration they may cause. I believe most are irreversible because they can cause unforeseen damage, even to other people, if you backtrack and choose another path.

Happy summer, everyone.



Cover art by Vilkasss (Pixabay)

Hardware. iPad 
DAW Music Studio 2
Mix…. Yes…yes… my car 🚘

24 Tracks MS2 and Old Forum Xewton
1 Track XPad
2 Tracks flowtones
2 Tracks Sunrizer
1 Track FM player


Next….First eclipse on mars.

Crossroad

Frozen Brain

this is a song I wrote for the Alters, a ragtag bunch of fellow amputees,,,sometimes we put our parts together to make a whole……this is the 2nd take with Don “heavyhand” Jones one of the best one legged drummers on the block……this is as far as we got before we started to get a bit “legless”……good fun though……..
Seems to be a lot of fakery around with just about everything these days,,,but they’ll never be a Rolling Stone,,,,,,,,peace and cheers for listening

Paul St Jack…Bass
Derf Lipskin…Elec Piano, Vox
Lionel Osbourne…Guitar
Jim  Mcgill…Warblin, other guitar




DingDong

ain't no tomorrow without today
yesterday waved, chased it away
now it's been running
through the middle of my mind

standing room only, come take a seat
feeling confused rinse and repeat
scrubbing the skin, and clean it all away

yeah it's there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't see it
it ain't leaving so soon

here's the news, it aint getting better
it's snowing in the Alice, but Don ain't no rolling stone

what will it matter, how will it feel
now that the fake, is the new real
nothing surprises, it's normal to us now

silence is noise, peace is a dream
if you're hearing voices, it's not what it seems
it's just the assistant, talking while you sleep

yeah they're there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't hear them
they ain't going so soon

heres the fake news, it ain't getting better
Harry got a job, but Andy ain't no rolling stone

you felt safe there on your island
where the ocean was so blue
come and going as you pleased
thought none really knew

if you believe it, it must be true
say the liars, speakers of "truth"
the court jester, who's really the king of the fools

and he's there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't see him, he ain't going so soon

heres the news it ain't getting better
the silks get paid and the purse gets fatter now
the uk 35 degrees, the icebergs are melting
but Jeff ain't no rolling stone

DingDong

When Everything Was Ours

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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