Dreaming on Another Distraction

Voice of the nation

I'm on Drums🤗 I love this band so much✨
Thank you Uziel,Jeff,Stephen&Terry~~much Respect✨

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith(Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

An homage to WS Merwin's "For the Anniversary of My Death." https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43118/for-the-anniversary-of-my-death

Influences: The Cure, Depeche Mode, Tom Petty

A Lightless Star

Original acapella Che Paxin :
Looperman https://soundcloud.com/chepaxinmusic/feel-so-right-wet-acapella

Feel So Right Ft Che Paxin

A song from the 2000s band Mercy Corps. First time recording my voice. It's, uh, harsh. But I wanted to sound like John Lydon of PIL, you know all nasally, pissed off, and in your face. I worry I just got the nasally part right. 🤧

Hairshirt Lover

Fun tune! Another jam with guitars by Chris - Chris @chris-schlue

Roadkill Love Story

Track #04 of my third album 'Down the Rabbit Hole'. open.spotify.com/album/4Iq21rBQvgXesED9Hv8GEc

Selenophilia (sel-en-o-phi-lia) - a lover of the moon. 
The longing to bath in the warm light of dusk, to float in the cool night air, the freedom of the liberated soul.

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LYRICS:

Dreams come alive
Cause the days are gone

Bathed in blue light
My skin’s ghostly and pale 				
Solitary peace in			
Quiet loneliness

When the outside
Stops for a while

Dreams are alive
Cause they’re all you have

Through grey mists 
Fleeting and thin
A frozen lake of
Iridescent memories 

Hibernating		
Patiently

From the dark
I watch the sky turn to dusk
Once again
Longing to find

The soft yellow light
In between day and night
Mystery place		
In the fabric of space

Often obscured
But never totally gone
Dizzying heights
Free and wild

The endless sigh
A warming comforting breeze
Carry me wide
To never come home

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Selenophilia

04 Selenophilia

This is a song that comes deeply from my heart. Morten, the wonderfully skilled and talented producer, had prepared an instrumental version of this track some time ago, and I revisited it a couple of months after I had lost my dearest furry bestie, Lumi cat. 

I miss her every single day, and after hearing this track again I started to pour my heart into lyrics and vocals, whilst thinking about Lumi. On the day we lost Lumi, we went for a walk and had a (half a) pint of Guinness outside a pub. When I raised my glass for Lumi, I looked up and saw a shooting star. It felt comforting, as if she was flying free and comfortable with the stars.

Some connections, whether humans or animals, touch our heart in a profound way and when their time is up as Earthlings, they leave a huge void when they are not physically here anymore. I have to keep reminding myself to think what a happy life Lumi had, and how privileged I was to have her in my life. Her first family gave her up when she was 10 years old and she got to very nearly 18 years of age, so we shared around 8 years with this wonderfully sweet character that Lumi was. She used to love listening to me sing (thank you for the encouragement!) and often joined in. I know she would have loved this song and been in her happy trance with a drop of happiness on the tip of her nose (this was an obvious sign of her happiness and she had the droplet on her nose very often ❤️😻).    

I wish you comfort if you are experiencing a grieving process. Time does its bit for the healing too. 🙏 And thank you for listening.

Vocals & backing vocals by Heidi K
Lyrics by Heidi K

Production by @mortenjeamland

Cover photo: Heidi K

Cosmic Star

Cosmic Star by Jeamland & Heidi K

visitations.....for relations.....with a people.....from their past.

explorations.....confirmations.....of the beings.....from their past'

reconnection.....close inspection.....a resurrection......of their past.

they are here, to see our culture.   they are us, in the future.

they are here , to see our culture    they are us, in the future.

They are us in the future.

Well hello. Here’s some rustic Mountain Blues, played on extremely oxidized guitar strings, with me hollering from the mountain top. Hahahaha. The song hints at a personal authenticity, and the experience of possibly unraveling any prior conditioning (Pavlovian or otherwise) that may constrict our lives in some way. It’s also about the different personas we portray to the outside world. How we may act at work, or on a first date, or with our spouse, or kids, friends, enemies, those who hurt us, even our stage personas comes into play…. So this song is asking a lot of us. In other news, right now in June, the mountains are snow covered and it froze last night. That is late spring, early summer here. Gardenwise, this year, I am planting a lot more Brassicas: Kale, Cabbage and Broccoli, and they are growing well. I am going to try to fence off the carrot/beet beds, as the voles always eat more carrots and beets than I ever do. Onions, leeks and garlic have been growing since March. I transplanted 50 lettuce plants I grew from seed that I saved from last year’s lettuce. The berry bushes and fruit trees have really blossomed this year. There are squash, cukes, tomato and pepper plants inside by the window, to be transplanted outside next week, quite a mess… all of which keeps me busy…. Hahaha. Thanks for dropping by, hope you’re well, Mark

'Round Here'

Texte par La Gazelle
Voix La Gazelle et Blackescanor
Sur une musique de Kevin Chaulier

Paroles :
Tu sais moi j voulais commencer par la fin 
Trouver un sens à ce qui m'entoure 
Je projetais juste leur vision de l'amour 
Mes revers essuyaient seuls leurs chagrins 

Je voulais juste voir le beau 
Que l'été revienne j'en demandais trop 
des flammes incertaines qui me chauffent 
J'ai cru qu'il n'y avait que le fort 
qui nous mènerait là haut

J'voulais tout en grand 
Que ce soit lourd léger complet 
Le prince le palais et le royaume charmants
Mais putain oui moi j voulais du concret 

Comme entravée dans un fil rouge 
Petite poupée qui tourne en boucle 
J'ai barboté dans le lisse le doux 
Fermé les yeux sur les plis les coups 

Où se cache la beauté ?
Dans le morcelé l'éclaté l'essaimé 
Mon corps mes plaies comment s'aimer 
Où se cache la beauté ? 

Sur une terre retournée, desséchée
Le beau qu’tout l’monde veut s’partager.
Dans les fumées noires, dans l’grincement des rails,
Un rêve qui hurle quand la réalité fait mal.

Le beau, j’crois qu’il se cache entre deux failles,
Dans l’air fendu les bancs d’couleurs qui s’écaillent
Dans une main tendue, un regard paumé,
Dans un rictus d’espoir qu’le système veut gommer.

À force de danser entre les pièges du jour,
On rafistole nos rêves comme des puzzles d’amour.
On se fait des boucliers avec un bout d’étoile,
Dans les cendres froides, on fait nos châteaux de sable.

Le beau,
C’est les mains qui se serrent quand tout l’monde plie l’échine,
C’est l’amie qui t’écoute quand ton cœur part en vrille.
C’est créer de la vie quand tout le monde vacille.

Tu sais moi j'voulais qu'on s'emmène loin
qu'on s'arrête pas à c'que pense un chacun 
Que tes peines me concernent nos chagrins 
Qu'on n'en laisse pas un au bord du chemin 

Je voulais que le beau ce soit nous 
Dans notre force nos faiblesses qu'on s'écoute
Qu'on savoure les joies les rires les doutes 
Qu'on se porte chacun notre tour 

Tu sais moi j'veux juste qu'on s'aime à chaque étape 
Prendre du plaisir dans les regards les partages
J'veux qu'on se comprenne quand ça va pas 
Qu'on accepte nos forces et nos tracas

Tu es mon repère quand tout est flou 
 même si c'est pas parfait Ça j'm'en fous 
Le beau, c’est toi, c’est moi, c’est l’instant qui résiste,
C’est les failles qu’on comble pour que l’avenir existe,
Alors oui, la vie, c’est un chaos en chantier,
Mais si tu veux du beau, faut apprendre à la regarder.

Le Beau

we can get distracted by flashing lights,spectacular presentations,glitz and glamor ...It is important to seek out things/people/leaders with real qualities not false promises and slick pandering
lyrics

giant rosebush blood red bright
lilac tree deep purple delight
spectacular to see for sure
but what interests me the more
are the tiny flowers that you see
growing in the grass singly
not loud not bold not flashy not sassy
It doesn't take much to make them happy

flashy dresser latest styles
manicured nails and botox  smile
glitters in the dim daylight
attracting many to his site
but what I want, what I seek
is not someone that just throws off heat
but instead is simply warm inside
who doesn't need glitz and glitter
to be satisfied

like a moth drawn to a light
we often seek the cheap delight
and gather around in mindless worship
of something that it truly worthless
so when you choose a light to follow
be sure its source is not bare and hollow

choose wisely

The first version of this in 2005 was a reaction to nationalism as exhibited via plane hijackings. This time the US border politics triggered a rewrite with a different chord structure and words. Just acoustic guitar and bass: back to basics!

INTERNATIONAL NATIONALITY 2025

I woke up to face the day Acapulco Hilton
I knew I had to catch a train to the USA
I should be excited but I know I’m not
I’m feeling all the fears that America’s got 

There are borders and a national guard
There are people who are living so hard
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Out of the xray beam to the border gate
Who’s got a false passport are they here today?
I’m looking around for a sweaty brow
Has the guard gotta grudge and a sacred cow?

Let’s get something underway
Take away the borders of today
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Free them . . . and you’ll be halfway human
The children . . . let them be in arms tomorrow

I’m looking out through the glass at the other’s world
Seeing them through the fence where they’re all being held
Who’s that getting up and walking around
Are we just gonna leave without making a sound?

International Nationality 2025

I have added some vocals to the track and think its getting there. Please feel free to comment as i really appreciate the feed back.

Mental Escapade

ALL YOU NEED

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

In 2018, I did a SoundCloud collaboration with @clive-hawkins after one of his tracks inspired me to write lyrics over his haunting instrumental 'After the Bomb'.

Clive had posted the line "let us not forget the consequences............of unleashing weapons of mass destruction!", and that comment, coupled with listening to his moody track, had me writing the complete lyrics inspired by his music in about 1.5 hours.

In 2025, I am currently working with accomplished keyboard player and Prog Rock enthusiast @Dee-Zee (Dave Zeitlin), to create an Ethno-Prog album 'Beyond the Veiled Horizon'. 

https://soundcloud.com/mrbouzouki/sets/beyond-the-veiled-horizon-series

So when I recently re-heard the old collaboration I wondered if Dave's keyboard wizardry could add a whole new dimension to the lyrics. The message in the lyrics has perhaps has even more urgency in 2025. 

The Doomsday Clock currently stands at 89 seconds to midnight. 
https://thebulletin.org/doomsday-clock/2025-statement/

Using Clive's harmonic rhythm that inspired the melody, that inspired the lyrics, I basically gave Dave a blank slate to see what he could come up with as parts. As usual he delivered some amazing ideas and playing and this left me re-assembling this Redux version of the collaboration. Once again, I made use of the Alto vocal talents of 'Mrs Bouzouki' in a vocal harmony section and as part of some harmony stacks. Towards the end, the additional female backing lines are from the Soundiron 'Voices of Gaia' collection featuring the vocal talents of Linda Strawberry.

I feel the addition of a church organ really added to the track. As a result I removed a choir part I added in the original collaboration and added some low strings to add some weight to the bottom end in places. Besides piano, Dave also added some synth pads to keep things interesting during what is quite a long track. I hope that people can hear why I enjoy working with Dee Zee. I think he's done a fantastic job with this track.

I decided to keep my original vocal takes from 2018 but I feel the track has benefited from my improved mixing and production techniques. 

I feel that once again this track is a great example of how music can be created using the SoundCloud platform. A collaboration can build on a collaboration to create something bigger than the sum of the parts. Thanks @clive-hawkins for being the catalyst for this and @dee-zee for your compositional skill and playing. 

As a follow-up to this song you can watch this movie on the Internet Archive, produced in 1969 about the Hiroshima-Nagasaki bombs of 1945. Some of the imagery is not for the faint-hearted.

archive.org/details/hiroshimanagasakiaugust1945
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Lyrics

After The Bomb - P Goodrich 22/01/2018

One World, One Tribe
One Fate, One Life
Two Sides, Too Late
Just What Have We Done

Dead Streets, Dead Lives
Dead Seas, Dark Skies
We've Gone, Too Far
Ohhhh We've Lost It All

(C)
And The People Cried As One
With The Firing Of A Gun
Too Late For Second Thoughts
Too Late For All Of Us

No Race, No Faith,
No News, No Lies
Past Ways, Past Lives
They're Over and Done

Dark Days, Dark Times
Dark Deeds, Dark Minds
No Hope, All Gone
We've Nowhere To Run

C)
And The People Cried As One
With The Firing Of The Gun
Too Late For Second Thoughts
Too Late For All Of Us

(organ instrumental)

No Rest, No Sleep
No Love, Just Hate
Dull Hearts, Dead Minds
The Future It’s Gone

One World, One Tribe
One Fate, One Life
Two Sides, Too Late
Oh What Have We Done

(C)
And The People Cried As One
With The Firing Of The Gun
Too Late For Second Thoughts
Too Late For All Of Us

One World, One Tribe
(Ad Lib)
We’ve Nowhere To Run
(Final Whispered) After The Bomb ... After The Bomb

After The Bomb - Redux 2025 (89 Seconds To Midnight)

This is a very short, sort of dreamy song. It reveals that lovers usually see the reality of a disconnect, yet often hold on to the shadowy past when things were so much different. This was originally recorded some years ago but I always wanted to improve the sound quality and complimentary instrumentation. Thanks to my dear friend and musical accomplice, Nat Daniels and Gentle Rain Records, we’ve tightened up the original tracks and she added some beautiful touches in the instrumentation that really make this song achieve the results I always sought. Thank you Nat!

Craig Durgy: Guitars, mandolin & vocals
Nat Daniels: Production & additional instrumentation
©2025 Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:
Lovers know the time to go, but
Lovers sense, a time that's tense, so why

Do we sit here still
Is it for the lack of will
Seems to me we just want to be again
Save what we had then

Lovers hold, a heart grown cold
Lovers stay when there’s nothing left to say

But we sit here still
Waiting for the time to kill
Seems to me we just want to be again
Save what we had then

Lack Of Will

A feeling of waiting and going nowhere. Too much time to think as your regrets interfere with your thoughts.

Lyrics

And the reason that you thought you hadn't told me
The reasons that you said had gone away
I dreamed about chances and the answers
I never knew what happened anyway

As the reasons and the days pass. 
Everything seems to settle in my mind 
The reasons that I had I didn't tell you
I was fearing who I am

In many years I never thought about you
But that's a lie. I'm lying to myself
For the reasons try and lock away the answers
It took away my heart and something else...

A Song version of Patience I just had the idea for. Hope its an improvement. 

Please feel free to leave a comment as its really helpful. 

Hope you enjoy.

Patience and Regret

Daydreaming through the dark times.

A song of daydreaming trying to forget your stress but it's always there as a slow building constant.

A happy accident but if you loop this track it flows perfectly into itself lol. 

Updated the track 1st August 2025 with a fresh mix and added acoustic guitar work. Also added some subtle ambient percussion and some vox for depth. 

Please feel free to leave a comment as your feedback is really valuable.

Hope you enjoy it

Daydreaming

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