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Listen to my song 'echoes' in which a trumpet, trombone, tuba and baritone sax react to eachother on a funky base of drums and dry finger bass!

echoes

Another one brand new track from my upcoming Synthwave retrowave album that will be called "Ultraviolet Cosmos". Song called "Goodnight" enjoy y'all and subscribe, like & share! :)

Youtube link: https://youtu.be/gXyfunsd-F8?si=gCgv4YTy_tiNHqKi

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(p) & (c) 2025, STA.

Goodnight

Brand NEW track "Thought I Was Dreaming", taken from the "Ultraviolet Cosmos" upcoming full length STA album (2025). Enjoy y'all #share, #like, #follow and comment of course. :D

Youtube: https://youtu.be/5TOaRZxQbGs?si=tAH31Rz_1uPP6dEn

lyrics:
I've been dreaming for so long
and never woke up back to reality
i never thought it could take so long
to learn such a solid morality

Thought i was screaming, nightmares dreaming
and it's time not to hide away
It's time for breathing, 
forget about those golden years so fly away

And then i opened my eyes and realize
that neon lights blinded my side
and it's time to get up my feet again
and regain what's mine and never let it again.

(p) & (c) STA, 2025.

Thought I Was Dreaming

What You Deserve

Tenor sax duel - trading over bass, beats and drones.

Outside Peering In (blow for blow)

Piano drops

Eastern Monster

Original demo. No mixing.. no doctoring. Probly 25 years ago..,my voice is really high.. the chorus is dumb… I sounded happy and awake. Rare moment…

Lyrics: blah blah Babbity blah.. yeah yeah same old shit different day.. same old van rusting away

Yay!!

same old place

Cosmic Soup

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

zbu  dole San 2

Single swing of the hammer drive the nail
Single wag of the tongue drive the jackknife

Drag me out by my feet, hands bound
Drag the poor man down, drop in quicksand

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Call for help but no sound, I still scream
Fires rise around pile of bones

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Dropped In Quicksand

waking up

at the disco
goin’ all the way
with a speedball
on an empty day

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder if i stopped now

crooked halo
all you’ve got today
your dependents
better back away

i wonder if i stopped my cryin’
i wonder who i’d be now

in the moonlight
goin’ all the way
to the river
gonna watch for day

i wonder if i stop my crying’
i wonder what i’d see now

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Thanks to Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, David Weiss, and Wheelwright for encouragement and the fine tooth comb.

Pity Party

Love At First Sight

The track is inspired by the rise of AI in the ARTS.....which I see as coming from the "dark side". I don't condone it and am very much opposed to it. We can already see the confusion it has caused regarding copyright etc. I have no doubt that in the short term it will prevail, however "real" art will survive as long as all artists (musical and otherwise), continue to create. Not having a crystal ball, prevents one, maybe for the better, seeing how the future pans out.  
Meanwhile from a musician's/composer's aspect, I shall endeavour to play and create without the use of AI. Neither will I listen to it in any shape or form.
Alan



Don't Deal With The Devil

A litte song about Flannery O'Connor, American novelist and short story writer who died in 1964
age 39 from Lupus, with the last 10 years of her life becoming increasingly incapacitated by her illness  
.. despite her suffering she continued her craft at the highest level..
There was a movie recently released called Wildcat about her and Ms O'Connor was portrayed by Maya Hawke
I have not seen the film but I took the sound clips in the song from the trailer....don't tell.....

Hey Flannery

Hey Flannery, gone undercover 
Biding your time, country livin’ with your mother 
In that little room, there's a place for the lame and the blind  
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find      

Hey Flannery, limping to salvation           
Body betrayed, you write your revelation 
In that little world, you've found a place for the damned and the divine                           
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Create him                                       
Erase him                                             
Lover or Liar, he wanders the land     
Embrace him                                            
Forsake him                             
Up on the cross, they don't understand   
The path to grace, a gunshot through the pines  
It's killing time                                   

Hey Flannery, this world is turning   
Books they be banning and forests they be burning 
Your typewriter sings the musings of your mind      
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Preach or plead                                      
We've lost our way                                   
Gone off the road                                  
This sunny day                                        
There's a meanness in the world             
Where dark meets light                             
Although we try to run from it                    
It's two steps faster when we slip          
Our fall from grace, the bodies left behind

                        
Hey Flannery, your sisters and your brothers  
Marching up to heaven after hurting one another 
The road to redemption around your little heart it winds  
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find 
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find
Takes a life to discover that a good man is hard to find








A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Hey Flannery)

Dynomus (2025)

J'ai le plaisir de partager avec vous mon morceau - Amor Fati ?
Issu de mon nouveau set 
Projet intimiste jazzy/rock/blues/funk/hiphop, qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son de guitare rond, vivant, chaud, organique
Ici l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Amor fati ?

special thanks for their acapella to : Ashes and Dreams
Additional voice " On sight"  thanks to :  Deadbitctrosa.....

Lyrics : 
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

You got jump-scared so bad in your waking hours
You thought you were seeing stars
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you

Gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it, gonna see it
Gonna hear it, hear it
Only when you’re not listening

Gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it, gonna hear it
Gonna see it, see it
Only when you’re not looking

It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing your intuition in the corner
It’s the same from Winnipeg to California
Punishing our intuition in the corner

The clue stuck to the bottom of a shoe
The mud trail she tracked through the living room
Told you what you already knew

The truth
The truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you
Yeah, the truth sure likes to sneak up on you

THE TRUTH. 🎧. Feat  Ashes and Dreams

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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