Related tracks: Edward Piano Hands

A banned book fetish. That's our current kink.

Read the accompanying poem here while you listen: https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-librarian/

PS Perkins: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Piano, wood blocks, programming
R Thomas: Drums, Wah guitar, shakers, cowbell
 
LYRICS
--------------------------
A secret knock, a hidden door, a narrow hallway
The eyeless guide sees us inside, watching us always
As we meander down the aisles, 
Rows of spines which stretch for miles
And we show our special card
On the scent of another shard

A vaulted dome, a musty tome, an umbrous alcove
A sacred space, a quiet place, a sunken treasure trove
Details infinitesimal
Dewiest of decimals
Ever stranger truth to know
As we squish the forbidden fruit between our toes

A deeper shaft, an ancient craft, a garish goblin
The icy stare, the purple hair, a memory maudlin
Going deep down in the mines
With a shining pick to grind
The librarian lights the way
Understands the game we play

A puzzle piece, a glob of grease, a rusted lever
A blazing fire, we never tire, we nurse our fever
Run our fingers down the crease
Gently comb the golden fleece
Read aloud the sacred scroll
Let's show these muggles how we roll

They cant stand you, they want to ban you
They want to sterilize and pack you up and can you
They prefer truth that's mass produced
Because they're lacking the tenacity to grasp you
So let me ask you: what's the bigger threat?
While we're waiiting on a bomb you haven't dropped yet
They'd rather burn you then have to learn you
Their little fingers are too slippery to turn you
The truth waits for us to dissect it
And librarians are here to protect it
So grab some glasses if you need
And climb atop the worlds' mightiest steed
We're gonna read until our fingers bleed
It's a seed, it's a need, it's an urge you gotta heed
It's a growl in your stomach that you know you gotta feed
Let's show 'em how to read!

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Librarian

Space Club Jam / free download

Two short improvisations for this track....

LAST DRINK CLUB.

Cast of characters:
Tea R. Sea @tea_are_sea -- Terry – Synthesizers, beats, composition, production, and mix
The Mysterious Decibel -- @themysteriousdecibel – MD – First vocals and lyrics 
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez–Electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Electric guitar, mix, and production  
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, lyrics, and vocals at the end
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–five-string fretless bass

This song began with Terry sharing an intriguing Eastern sounding synth and minimal beat with Ken, who added a really solid beat to bring out the strong rhythm of the song. Once they had a solid foundation and skeleton, they shared it with the rest of the Eclectic Collective. Josh added his five string fretless bass in a dubby line that was inspired by Tez's hot skank part.  Stephen came up with the shocking dynamic lift towards the end, and Tez piled on to light it up. Then MD got a hold of it and wrote and sang some of his trademark, fun lyrics and vocals in the first part of the song. Ken, not to be left out of the melodic experience, added the vocals at the end. 
  After we all had everything in the can, the Texas Tea combo of Stephen and Terry produced and mixed the whole thing down. This wasn't their first rodeo mixing a project together, and it really shows in the end quality. They also have several duo projects up on both of their pages that are worth checking out.  
  We think the end result is reminiscent of Massive Attack and Thievery Corporation, two big influences on a few of us. We all hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Lyrics by MD:
Time again and on, and on, and on, we fall in slumber
Dreams never wait
Ashes to ashes we all fall down 
Ooooo Circles break
Ashes to ashes we all fall down
When we wake
When we wake
Is this a new Simulation?
When I wake
When I wake

Lyrics by Ken:
Feed the fire or the flame goes out

Coherent Fire - The Eclectic Collective with Tea R. Sea and The Mysterious Decibel

Ian Greaves

Left Ear Right Ear

Most small towns have something they're known for;  it might be a building or a statue, or some famous person who lived there.  When I was a Baptist pastor forty years ago in the little town of St Francis, Kansas, it was the "Walkin' Boys.  Not exactly "boys", they were three middle-aged brothers who were probably autistic and lived at the local nursing home called "The Village".  Their parents made provision for them to live there after they passed away so they would be well taken care of.  What made them so memorable was they would venture out every day from the Village regardless of the weather and walk the length of the town, checking their post office box, stopping in at the jewelry store to have their watches set, then proceed out to the cemetery to pay their respects to their parents, then return to the Village.  They would make this three mile trip three times a day if the weather wasn't too extreme, and you could almost set your watch by when they would pass by.  I felt they needed a song, and it is one that's still remembered by those who knew them. I understand the last of the Walkin' Boys passed away just a few years ago having lived to a ripe old age of course--they walked every day:)  The song also features my singing; something that got lost along the way some years ago. You'll also hear a little tape hiss; it was mastered from a forty-year-old cassette:)
Lyrics:
It's another sunshiny morning in our little town,
The air is crisp and clear, a little snow left on the ground,
Then I look up Benton Street and guess who's coming down,
It's those Walkin' Boys, those Walkin' Boys are coming around.

Well they call the Village home but don't spend much time there,
They spend their time a walkin' 
And what folks think they don't much care,
And the season doesn't matter they still take the dare,
To tread in summer's heat or old man winter's frigid air.
Chorus:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say. 
All dressed up in dungarees,
Smoking their pipes as proud as you please,
Walkin' Boys where you going today?

They start out from the Village for their daily chore,
They check their mail box then walk to Stewart's jewelry store, 
And with their watches set they go on out the door
Headed for the graveyard then return to go once more.

Boys you may not know me but I think you're grand.
I used to think you strange, but now I better understand,
That you are the way you are because of God's own hand,
You're special to our town and unique in all the land.
Chorus 2:
Walkin' Boys where you goin'
Walkin' Boys who do you know,
Walkin' Boys seldom have a word to say.
Lookin' at the graves but they aren't sad,
Just paying respects to their mom and dad,
Walkin' Boys where you goin' today?

Walkin' Boys (from Scenes of St. Francis)

This Rain piece is dreamy and relaxing with some frivolous parts, like rain can be..... The sheet music (piano) is available for € 2,99. Send me a message for the purchase. Or see serge4music.nl

Rain

A song about a long-distance relationship.

MAYBE SOMEDAY (c) JunkHeap Jan 26 2024

She loves him, he loves her.
Living far away from one another due to circumstance.
Occasions where they meet and their love blossoms.
The hardest time is being apart when you so want to see them.

She doesn't have the money, he's flat broke.
Travel seldom happens, but they won't flow apart.
So they speak through their phones;
work hard for the next time when they can hold each other, 
so, so close,
lost in the moment.

Their love it makes them work so much harder,
to live together and share their worlds.
Maybe someday, but not today.
 
The crescendo building 
near Iguazu Falls in Argentina,
that's where he wants to say the words to her.

She dreams of the quiet of an old growth forest in BC, 
let the trees share their wisdom, 
while they stare in each others eyes.
She's not going to lie, she melts when he looks deep.

Br.

Maybe someday.
Sippin’ hot chocolate on a train going to nowhere, 
holding hands...
Sleeping in on a rainy day, making sure not to plan anything, 
so difficult these days.
Their hearts feel, and they can dream.  
It'll happen where they can both meet, and be together,
be together, forever.
Maybe someday.

Their love it makes them work so much harder,
to live together and share their worlds.
Maybe someday, but not today.

uh, uh, uh ohh...

outro.

Maybe Someday

Vocals, lyrics and remixing: Neons Gone Mad

Watch their video: https://youtu.be/CRuhZXVIZTs


RUNES (Lyrics inspired by the old Icelandic Edda saga)

Black smoke signals
on moonless nights
Unlike 
Boreal ar-
rayed Northern Lights
Arcane
Icelandic runes
Proffer foresight
So

[adapted from Edda's Hávamál, #47]
Young was I once
Walking alone
Bewildered, I
Found a fellow
Joy of man
Sought hidden spells
Graven tokens
Interpreted
Augurs spoken
Time began

Morse code flashes
Ultravi'let
Quite like
Numbers stations
Inviolate
DJs
Playing backwards
Palindromic
LPs

[adapted from Edda's Hávamál, #49]
My garments once
I gave freely
To a menhir
Made genteelly
Naked shame
That landmark seemed
A vanquisher
Dressed in my clothes
A languisher
Not my name

[adapted from Edda's Hávamál, #79]
All will prove true
Asked of the runes
High powers wrought
Passed down from gods
Time outran

[adapted from Edda, #137, 163]
Myself to mine
Own self given
Secrets safest
Known to but one
Songs are sung

Black smoke signals
on moonless nights
Unlike 
Boreal ar-
rayed Northern Lights
Shortwave
Stations broadcast
Imagal noise 
Like

Runes - ft. Neons Gone Mad

This is an original composition in tribute to heroically good classic rock pianist Nicky Hopkins (a.k.a. “Edward” as he was sometimes called in the studio by members of the Rolling Stones).  He would have turned 80 years old today (02/24/2024).

This was not an attempt at impersonation, but rather an effort toward one specific aspect of his versatile playing style, namely, that elusive balance of flow and syncopation.  Simply put, listening to Nicky Hopkins makes my brain dance, and trying to capture that effect is what inspired this piece.  

Note: Many are unfamiliar with the name Nicky Hopkins, but everyone is familiar with his piano playing which has appeared on records of the Rolling Stones, Jeff Beck, the Who, Rod Stewart, Joe Cocker, the Kinks, Steve Miller Band, Art Garfunkel, Jerry Garcia, the Beatles (as well as solo work of all four individual Beatles), and many others.  He played on over forty top 40 albums, and dozens of singles.  He was practically a member of the Rolling Stones (and came up with many of the Stones’ most iconic piano parts including for the songs Angie, She’s a Rainbow, Loving Cup, Sympathy for the Devil), but his battle with Crohn’s disease prevented him from being able to commit to regular touring.  As a result, he spent most of his career working as a session musician. He was, however, an official member (from 1969-1971) of Quicksilver Messenger Service where his piano work generally sits up front in the mix and where you can hear his creativity fully unleashed (e.g., check out their songs Shady Grove, Edward the Mad Shirt Grinder, and Fresh Air).  In spite of his limited number of live performances, he was also a talented improviser as showcased in the Rolling Stones studio jam album “Jamming with Edward”, and another great example of this is the high-quality recording of his live performance with the Jerry Garcia Band on “Let it Rock: The Jerry Garcia Collection Volume 2" https://soundcloud.com/jerrygarcia/sets/let-it-rock-the-jerry-garcia.

Here is the Wikipedia article on Nicky Hopkins https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicky_Hopkins

Song art: The image depicting “a session pianist resembling Nicky Hopkins” was created with a lot of help from my brother-in-law Patrick McGee using a combination of AI art generators.

Edward Piano Hands

Begin Again feat. Emily Coy
Vocals: Emily Coy
https://soundcloud.com/freevocals/emily-coy-begin-again-free-acapella
Backing Track Paploviante Burn
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/burn-open-collaboration-offer
Lillithe: adding…Sax, Beat, Synth,Vocals, Arrangement and Production

Begin Again feat. Emily Coy & Paploviante

Heavy Metal Bigfoot

Probably Be Fine

Keyboard jam session with my kid - Erin Jennifer - Live in real time

Find Erin here: https://on.soundcloud.com/jTjqD for more of her awesome music. 

Recorded / mixed: Audacity.
Keyboard: Roland E-X20
(Detuned Piano)

© Tam Jennifer Hastings, Erin Jennifer, 2024. All rights reserved.

Family Harmonies (ft Erin Jennifer, Age 16, 2024)

Part II of the 4 x track Control EP.  Best served with port and wine or three other tracks in the correct cooking order 🫠
video with music and sound
https://youtu.be/-J1Ge_pLxCM?si=dprius3EPYyNJ_5I


The Illusion of control

I jump out of bed every morning eager to continue the fight.
There’s so many wrongs in the world today.
I want to try make them right.
All those negative people out there, I pretend they don’t exist
The more times they tell me no, the harder I persist.

Life keeps trying to knock me down.
But as soon as my body hits the ground.
I bounce back up with a grim smile on my face.
And I lurch on forward slightly dazed with a sense of purpose only I can see.

I’m gonna focus on what’s important, I’m gonna stay above the fray.
Every obstacle I encounter, I’ll push it out of my way.
If anybody tries to stop me, like a steamroller I’ll run them flat.
Like a boxer facing a TKO I’m goanna to jump up from the mat

I’m gonna put one foot in front of the other.
I’m gonna keep right on going.
I’m trying as hard as I can. 
I’ve got no intention of slowing.

I’m gonna to be as relentless as one of those zombies in the walking dead.
I’m not goanna let any negative thoughts creep into my head.

I’m gonna  make up for lost time. 
I’m gonna  squeeze the most out of every day.
And if I head down the wrong path,
I’m gonna a turn around and find a better way.

All those sacrifices I’ve been making.
Its goanna be worth the time I spent.
I’m goanna flap my wings as hard as I can.
I’ll continue my ascent.
They say the darkest hour is just before the dawn.
And if I hit a rough patch I’ll continue to push on


Life keeps trying to knock me down.
But as soon as my body hits the ground.
I bounce back up with a grim smile on my face.
And I lurch on forward slightly dazed with a sense of purpose only I can see.

I’m gonna unlock the door to my cage and set myself free.

Bounce Back Up

https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/why-open-collaboration-offer
... my interpretation of Paul's superb back track. "Why" - in my humble opinion there's always answers ... but hardly anybody cares ...... poverty, injustice - nothing is without reason ...
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering // joerxworx: Alto Sax
image: AI creation by TheDigitalArtist from pixabay

Why // by Paploviante // Sax remix

It's just not funny anymore, the conspiracy theories..the hate filled blogs and social media posts..the absurd rhetoric that passes for political discussion these days
It is hard enough for people to get along as it is (for reasons that are not clear to me) but this background noise is making it impossible to survive.

To quote John Prine "it don't make no sense that common sense don't make no sense no more"

lyrics

superman is made of steel
batman has his batmobile
spider man is fast as lightning
yea their powers are really frightening
but there is one who tops them all
Someone more powerful I can't recall
Someone with no thoughts at all
we call him stupid man

super eyes that can clearly see
to the tip of his pointed nose
super ears that clearly hear all the voices in his head
nerves of steel.no remorse no sense of fear at all
since he doesn't;t know what he's got
he is not afraid to lose it all

there is no truth he can't defeat
by stomping it with his feet
there is no lie that's so far gone
that he can't embrace and sing its song
lizards in the White House
democrats drink baby blood
the moon's not. real its a laboratory
the earth is as flat as can be

King Kong pounds his mighty chest
Godzilla roars out his fiery breath
but stupid man can top them all
he bellows out his rage to all
cause someone told him this was bad
and someone told him that was worse
he doesn't take the time to think
his eyes are shut so he doesn't blink

don't bother him with truth or facts
things for trivial pursuit
He 's busy saving the world from everything that's not like him

so fight on fight on stupid man
until there is no one left but you
then you can learn to fear yourself
and bring an end to this crazy talk

Mighty stupid man

Thank you, David Dunham, for mastering my piano tracks. I appreciate this help very much.
Listen to David's beautiful music here: @david-dunhamuser589535203

Reverence

lyrics:
Just another second before i blow you away
just another hype before this decadence
U r about to be eliminated beyond this fence
u know u don't have any decent defense

That's the condition shit
where all the people spit
the gratefulness that should exist
but got lost from people's fist


Just another war about to begin
that's the people's choice gathered on one regime
U r about to be eliminated beyond this world
u know u don't have any decent kind of word

Now the history repeats itself
just another book from the shelf
just another hit before this demolition begins.

(p) & (c), 2024.

Condition Shit (new track)

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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