Shock the Algorithm

Conjugaison

Made me hold my breath,
this siren song that won't last long,
so love myself to death,
this rocky shore I can't ignore,

so pretty and sick,
said the candle to the wick,
so burn me down,
upon the ground,
all puddled wax,
and heart attacks,

life could be anything you want,
or just another house to haunt,

pretty soon the taste,
of beauty gone to waste,
sweet enough to like it rough,
the stabbing vein,
the church of pain,

God knows I've been there all my life,
if God knows anything at all,

if God knows anything at all,

Please don't hurt yourself,
(who are you to tell me what to do?)
Please don't hurt yourself,
(who are you to tell me what to do?)

so let them eat cake,
wishing bones must  break,
still I keep myself to myself,
a paragon of mental health,

alone, but the heart as ever strays,
someone must become the latest craze.

Phantom Stranger

Deadweights is the new single by Brighton's Seadog to be released as a limited edition 7" lathe cut vinyl on Austerity Records. Produced by Jack Wolter, the track features the vocal harmonies of Jack and Lily Wolter, both from the band Penelope Isles, while Jack also drums on the track. Deadweights is taken from Seadog's forthcoming album, Internal Noise, recorded at Bella Union's Brighton studio and due to be released this autumn on Austerity Records.

The song's theme encapsulates a sense of relentless heaviness that the burden of insomnia can inflict on a mind that refuses to shut down. Having suffered from insomnia for many years, vocalist Mark wanted to express the type of feeling the body can experience when you're emotionally and physically exhausted from sleep deprivation, and it can feel like you're stuck in a rut that's hard to climb out of.

Seadog - Deadweights

Recorded a little acoustic into my phone lofi and had great fun blending some orchestration for my wonderful older sister , clan chief and lionhearted ,

Aisling's Theme

ASYLUM PART II

Because sometimes you feel like life is stringing you along… and so your only choice is to give in and dance….

Marionette

This was written in 2006 (re-recorded in 2023) with a genuine sense of gratefulness towards some key friends back then, girlfriends in particular, still around, whom at that time I had around me a lot, a time when I wasn't so adept at problem-solving relatively simple life challenges, when I think back.

Anyway, having gotten a good deal older, and having listened to this just recently, and while re-recording it, it occurred to me that I must have at times been an enormous weight on the shoulders of some of my friends - something of an energy vampire, without meaning to be.    A certain amount of arrested development in my case, perhaps!   I had my good points, certain aspects of attraction, I was young and charismatic, most of the time, however, I must have really been a drain on occasion.   

Weirdly I go on about nourishment at some point, and hunger, so maybe I was thinking of myself as an energy vampire when I was writing it, though I doubt it.  

My artwork is, as you may have guessed, a prompt-generated AI smash-up that I quite like.  Generated by my own prompts.  Took me ages to get something I liked!

Quite an unusual song structure for me A B C A B C D E F C D E (something like that).  

Lyrics

Song from an Energy Vampire (or the Luckiest Man Alive)

I fall to safety again
Into the arms of a friend
When I feel lost
They’ve got me spotted

The eyes of one of many angels that guard me
Taking time to help me through what could harm me
When I think of all the strength that they give me
I am the luckiest man alive

More than the guy with money to burn
That’s just a piece of what I have learned

Love has no bounds
It gets me around
I’ve got the view
When I sometimes loose

They’re just a call away and I could feel better
I don’t need them to write it down in a letter
Just a word or two and I will know better
That I’m the luckiest man alive

More than the guy who only feels worth
When tied to the money and homes he has earned

***

Oh oh and I am blessed by my ladies
Oh oh and I am best when they take me

Into the arms of their loving smile
It’s all I need to feel unchanging
In the waves of the coming tide
I’m swept aside, and I’m the luckiest man alive

I’ve been drinking on their healing water
I am nourished by the well of another
When they're around I never feel hunger
I am the luckiest man alive

More than the guy with money to burn
That’s just a piece of what I have learned

Oh oh and I am blessed by my ladies
Oh oh and I am best when they take me

Into the arms of their loving smile
It’s all I need to feel unchanging
In the waves of the coming tide
I’m swept aside, and I’m the luckiest man alive

Luckiest Man Alive (2006)

Have you ever wondered what came out if The Doors, 2 Unlimited and Tom Waits would meet at the recording studio? Probably not... Anyway, this is how it could have sounded like.
Lisa: lead vocals
Kai  : Fender Rhodes
Christoph: Hammond, synth, programming, voice
session drums by Vlad Ivanov
Produced by Christoph Langer, mastered by Felix Brüske at MOR-Tonstudio

Lyrics:
"Where are we now and what happened while we slept our time away?
Woke up each day with the feel inside that god was never here.
It's come to this, the war back in our hearts
Back in those days, the future bright and clear

When will we dance? When the tyrant's head will roll between our feet.
Accept the guilt, we will live in shame so we will live at all.
It's come to this, the rivers have run dry
Back in those days, when it all began

It has to be done!
All dreams are dead..."

Dystopic Disco

I had a debate over uploading this,
I said, "I can always work on it again later."
But I will say it was really good practice.
Kinda feels like I'm becoming an impatient waiter;
You should all keep calm and focus,
There is no need to become stuck in an emotional wager.
Hope you enjoy this,
Catch you all later.

Can You Feel My Heart [C.y. Remix]

Game over

** APOPTOSIS **

When my hands were growing in my mother's womb
my fingers were tied together 
by some living tissue.
Then came apoptosis and they were set free.
Now I can use those fingers to play piano keys,
and feel the joys of music.
It's a lucky thing that all my cells are mortal,
so that my human shape could be 
exquisitely carved.
I know this fragile shape is bound to die, 
but that's the price of being.

Apoptosis

Melt

Sound advice: Jack


He’s quite useless
Not much of a catch
Like a big smile, toothless
For you he’s no great match

But if the scene could be different 
And if our minds would reset
If we Ignore the raging current
Could it be much of a threat 

Many miles in his worn out shoes
Doing this, doing that. Doing what he’s been told
I think he’s looking for clues
But he ain’t got silver nor gold

Stick
If he point out a spot
Showing something you haven’t got
Kindly offer you a cup of tea
Would you share a short time with me

He’s not much of a threat

The Mists of Leng

all instruments: stonerjazz https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679
remix and narration: sonic structures and silent stretches
image: the same collab
info: there are more versions of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOKING FORWARD!

narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a slice at a time

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.


When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.


And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.


Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.


 His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure Canto IV with Stonerjazz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bQvbjp60Es
www.milanazilnik.com/albums/metamorfosi

"THE CHOICE" - the fourth track from "Metamorfosi" album telling the story of a composer who wanted to write music for "Alice in Wonderland" and found herself falling through a rabbit hole opened in her piano. This track is the chapter where the Composer has to make the choice: to return back to reality or keep going to the "Metamorfosi" world.

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This story is not about Alice. Although, we’ve all had Alice in our lives. As well as the Cheshire Cat, Mad Hatter, Queen of Hearts and Jabberwocky, in one form or another. This story is about you. This story is about me.

My life has been swirling around Wonderland for a long time. I have two cats who are as mischievous as Cheshire’s smile. I have Mad Hatter for a husband, crazy enough to believe in three impossible things before breakfast and all day long, and even crazier to make them real. I have Tweedledee and Tweedledum for kids, complementing each other in curious ways. I have my own inner demons to fight against, be it the Red Queen or Jabberwocky.

Together with my Mad Hatter we’ve been playing this eternal chess game of Metamorphosis, transforming dreams into reality. We both felt like Alice’s story just wanted to hatch through our music into the wonder of this world. And it finally did, bending time and reflecting the sky. All we had to do is making the choice to follow the White Rabbit down the Rabbit Hole. It took us to places we’ve never been before. And this journey becomes Curiouser and Curiouser ever.

We are all mad here!

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Composed by Milana Zilnik
Produced by Arty Sandler
Piano, vocals, Hang drums by Milana Zilnik (Canada)
Cello by Yoed Nir (Israel)
Electric and acoustic guitars by Vitaliy Tkachuk (Ukraine)
Drums and percussion by Phil DiMercurio (US)
Electric and upright bass by Craig Akin (US)
Flutes by Boris Khodorkovsky (Canada)
Mixed and mastered in stereo and in Dolby Atmos by Justin Gray (Canada)
Illustrated by Anastasia Frenkel (Canada)

Metamorfosi

The Choice

"The Choice" from "Metamorfosi" by Milana Zilnik

Taken from the upcoming untitled yet debut album (TBR mid-2024)
(c) & (p) 2023, all rights reserved.
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/zx-OJMRaDuk?si=amkWhS-vgAJeabr6
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Explicit lyrics:
I think i had too much last night
i got shitfaced but nothing learned

Another lesson for trying to avoid reality
another trip into the dark insanity

The devil is a bottle and it's rotten to the core
Bring the fckn bottle, until i reach the "shore"
Listen UP everyone i got news for you
Bring this fckn bottle, and no one's gonna, no one's gonna, no one's gonna get harmed!

i think this headache don't wanna leave me
i got shitfaced but nothing learned

Rock and Roll Kills

The Devil is a Bottle

For Patricia McGoldrick. My favourite aunt.

Études No.9 Op.3

Rocks

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