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I had recorded an early demo of this tune in the 1990s on a TEAC 4-track cassette recorder playing a Yamaha steel string and later added classical guitar parts. Sadly I lost that tape. So I’ve reconstructed it digitally with new arrangements using my Akai keyboard or scoring it directly into my DAW editor.

A lot of synth guitars and keyboards set to hip hop beats at 85 bpm. 

Hard rainfall audio recorded live in December 2023.

COVER: Splash photos via Pixabay and Aleksandr Slobodianyk at Pexels.com.

Crystal River Rain

Knowledge Tha Producer Run It Ft Da Dezigner ,YANA

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

Live Reflexion#008

Two short improvisations for this track....

LAST DRINK CLUB.

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)

Portal To Another World

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

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

the dawn is ours
somehow we can do it

(amanda gorman)

the dawn is ours

Dream Catcher -by.Chris.ZøBro 
(Original Version )

Dream Catcher

Heavy Metal Bigfoot

I'm not good at memorizing popular rhythms and bass styles for each genre. Even if the title of a released sound collection says "drum'n'bass," I can't remember the genre. Although the songs tend to have a disorganized feel to them, I get to meet a lot of composers, which is a great benefit.

Something Style（291）

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)

Cafe´Harmonie

120 Beeps Per Minute

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

月夜の神楽

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

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Shock the Algorithm