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Blades Of Winter

Marlene   Ariel en Bicicleta

Let´s Share A Smoke

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut! 

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:
The Weighty Tree: Guitars
https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree
https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com
Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro
Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.     

Verse
Word 
Yo
As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust 
And the scent of musk in the air
I couldn’t help but take notice there
Was a sweet smell of autumn 
Carried in the gust 
Of wind  
It is a beautiful time of the year
When the does come into estrus 
And there is only one thing on my mind
I must get some of that behind 
I find
Times like these to be harbingers 
That linger
I could count times like these on my fingers
If I didn’t have hooves 
And wasn’t crashing to the ground 
With the sound of defeated dreams 
Of games of hard to get
And multiple days of getting wet 
I let the overwhelming excitement of rut
Get the best of me 
And now am crest fallen to see
The Doe that I thought was mine
Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines
Uh

The Shrike Pt. 1

The Weighty Tree, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 1

Many thanks to the wonderful Sander - Wane of Summer - for once again agreeing to a collaboration. His stunning original composition: https://soundcloud.com/wane-of-summer/ephemeral-echoes

this miraculous planet is all that matters - how much time have we got?

I look at you . .

swaying like a baby  /   learning to walk
mesmerised by the light  /  as it falls between the leaves  /   seeing the world 
unfold around me  /   all I needed  /   was there  

 
clouds     float in skies     carry light      through the trees
they lift my heart     like that look     in your eyes     
in a world that's simply free

now this chaos     where does it lead us?     what are we to do?
sometimes     it feels like a waste of time
but then, my love     I look at you     I look at you 

with so much hatred     so much greed
where is the love     the love we need?

so from these broken shores     we set forth      into rising seas
how far to that clean, fair world     where we'll live in peace?

this miraculous planet     is all that matters     how much time have we got?
will we be able   to save ourselves?     maybe, baby     
maybe not

sometimes    it feels like    a waste of time     
and I just don't know    what to do
sometimes it feels like    a waste of time
but then, my love, I look at you         I look at you . .

pour toi, bébé

x  : )

I look at you - Wane of Summer (+ltp)

A seasonal multi-analog and digital rocker.

Run to the cold

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Texte Français et Google Translate

CROYONS EN NOUS

Un peu de sens bien réaliste
Quand on y pense, tout çà existe
Cacher ses maux, ne pas les vivre
Regarder haut  çà nous enivre.
Un peu d’amour, rien qu’une larme
Se faire des jours posant les âmes
Seront t’ils beaux, fera t’il sombre ?
Dans chaque haut, il y’a une ombre.
Un peu d’argent juste ce qu’il faut
C’est indécent d’en avoir trop
Les coins de rue montrent la misère
Des homme perdus sans rien y faire.

Croyons en nous, croyons-y fort
Voyons le bout, et puis d'abord
Restons debout, au mauvais sorts
Pas à genoux, une fois encore.
Dans un mal fou prenant nos corps
Prendre des coups sans avoir tord
Pensons à nous une fois encore.
Un point c'est tout et puis alors.

Un peu de rêve, des brins d’espoirs
Que rien n’achève pour mieux y croire
De l’utopie plus que raison
Entendre oui plutôt que non.
Un peu de chance, des coups de pot
Quand çà avance sont jamais trop
Un p'tit bonheur c'est bon à prendre
Et le meilleur c'est beau à rendre.
Un peu d'oubli sur l'importance
Prendre la vie comme elle avance
A chaque trou il faut remplir
Et jusqu’au bout bien se le dire.

Croyons en nous...

LET'S BELIEVE IN OURSELVES

A bit of realistic meaning
When you think about it, it all exists
Hide your pain, don't live with it
Looking up high intoxicates us.
A little love, just a tear
Have days resting the souls
Will they be beautiful, will it be dark?
In every top, there is a shadow.
A little money just enough
It's indecent to have too much
Street corners show misery
Men lost without doing anything about it.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves
Let's see the end, and then first
Let's stay standing, bad luck
Not on your knees, again.
In a crazy evil taking over our bodies
Take blows without being wrong
Let us think of ourselves once again.
Period, that's all, so what.

A little dream, a bit of hope
That nothing ends to better believe it
Utopia more than reason
Hear yes rather than no.
A little luck, pot shots
When things progress, there are never too many
A little happiness is good to take
And the best part is beautiful.
A little forgetting about the importance
Take life as it goes
Each hole must be filled
And until the end, say it to yourself.

Let's believe in ourselves...

A little peace would be good
But we don't know what tomorrow is
A white flag slung over one shoulder
By slandering all the troubles.
A little emotion, which takes to the heart
Heat the cold for the best
Can do good in the spirit
Because for everyone nothing is written.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves

CROYONS EN NOUS

Two short improvisations for this track....

LAST DRINK CLUB.

It's always a pleasure to work with my great friend and top class artist, John Buckle (https://soundcloud.com/john-buckle-166792889) 
This is our umpteenth collab and I hope there will be many more!

Music: Co-written & produced by John & myself.
Vocals: various royalty free sources

If you listen through to the end, you'll hear John having a blast with his jazzy keys! 😁

Free download if you like it.

Thank you for listening ♥

No-One But Myself

No-One But Myself - John Buckle Collab

Day of the Dragon

To the one i love

PARADISE 

On her cheek a tear 
and I'm ready to do 
anything 
She won't look at me 
and in my head it's 
anything 

To prove her right 
I'm even ready to say 
anything
I can hear those around me saying 
that it doesn't work like that 
anything

they don't understand 
that with her I win every time
I who didn't believe 
she is now 
my only faith 

The days 
end to end forge my life 
always
lead me to her my future 
the day 
when the time comes to leave
love
will be my only true
Paradise

With my hand raised I'd be lying 
if I had to get her 
from a bad situation 
I can already hear those who will say 
that these things can't be done 
no, no, not like that 

they don't understand 
that she does it every day 
as much for me
she knows how to put off winter with her arms
when I tell her I'm too cold. 

The days 
end to end forge my life 
always
lead me to her, my future 
the day 
when the time comes to leave
love
will be my last
Paradise

Paradis (translated)

Follows on from my earlier track "Passion for the Beyond", though a little jazzier. Brass sounds from a VST (MIDI-triggered) instrument. Image: Gencraft.

Beyond Passion

Weirdo

Listen to the colour of your dreams...

(Chord changes are for squares)

The Colour Of Your Dreams

video on X - https://x.com/WINKANDW00/status/1810088654968394072
Lyrics:-
Almost there yeah we're almost there we keep hanging on

Hold on tight , 'cause it's feelin' right we keep hanging on

Almost there , We're almost there

winkandwoo 2024

Almost There

JIM ANDERS _Zwanni

WASP 12b

WASP

My words are always wrong
I don’t know what to say to you
i’ve tried to put them in a song
i hope that it's a way to break through

I think we’re stronger than you know
More than you give it credit for
yeah,there’s a long long way to go
But first we have to open up the door

So we’ve had our share of tears
You think the dream has gone
We are fumbling through the years
We can find a way to carry on

How can you say that i’m not here
I’ve been right here all along
How can you say that i don’t care
When everything i do is for you, right or wrong

Look straight ahead, don't look back
We both know what we’ve been through
Please don’t mind those hard times
Because they led me here to you

I’ll hold on
And you’ll stay strong

Now it’s good to see you smile 
you haven’t felt like smiling for a while
And the feel of your hand in my hand
It makes everything worthwhile

we’ve had our own share of the dark 
But all of those hard times are gone
And the road ahead is long
But we don’t have to walk alone

Look straight ahead, don't look back
We both know what we’ve been through
Now i don’t mind those hard times
Because they led me here to you

I’ll hold on
And You stay strong

Looking Ahead

3rd track from Grundomma
Grundomma is myself and my brother Glenn Ward. It's been a few years since we actively made music together...but now seems like a good a time as any. We live a few 1000 kms apart across Australia so this a file swapping exercise. Pretty Fucken Colours features  samples from the documentary 'JIsoe"  - an hour long look at the life of legendary graffiti artist and train bomber Justin Hughes.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gp8ZNqaG-dE
Filmed in 2005 Its a fascinating look into disaffected Australian suburban life, street art and mental health. Thanks as always for stopping by. Grundomma salutes you : )

Pretty Fucken Colours

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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