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All I Got Left

a song written by 

Thee Ancient Aliens
Unearth Noise (music & composition)
Stone Catcherye (vocals & lyrics)

Sentient

I see intentions
I see regression
I see desire
I see you're higher

I know where you've been
all my senses bend
I can sense the end
from the scent at hand

I hear detention
I hear obsession
I hear the fire
let's make it higher

I know where I am
all my senses land
I am senses' lamb
at mercy of the plan

I smell permission
I smell misgivings

hold your engines
there ain't no machines alive
that want to die

I taste decisions
I taste unhinge-ings
I taste the liars
I taste the pyre

I know where you've been
all my senses bend
I can sense the end
from the scent at hand

hold your engines
there ain't no machines alive
that want to die

I feel regret's gun
I feel that magnum
I feel the bullet's numb
& I feel my point's missing

Sentient

Instrumental track. The drum is a ghatam, which is a clay pot drum from southern India that I have been playing for some time. Then there is a santoor, which is a  hammered dulcimer, also from India (that is sampled, I don't have a santoor although I would love to), acoustic guitar for some rhythm and arrangements, and electric guitar for the leads (a Stratocaster). Then of course there is the bass, and some synth.

The cover art is by my friend Mar Ambroj, a great artist from Buenos Aires, Argentina:

https://www.flickr.com/people/enmicro/

Escape Route

Most Uncertain Uncertainty

I'm very happy that Terry was inspired to lay down some improvised, free-style, clear-eyed observations on where the ? we're going : )to the tune of 'out there . . somewhere'. https://soundcloud.com/learningtoplay/out-there-somewhere

If you haven't discovered Terry's wonderful music, writing, performance yet, do yourself a favour and go directly to: https://soundcloud.com/user-536194718

guitar by learningtoplay // beats, bass, free-style poetry & vocals by Terry Wigmore (improv transcript below)

I have half a mind to write something profound: something that would not easily be forgotten.
And then my thoughts run away with my logic 
Running to the extremes of existence, thoughts of the cosmological meaning of
a grain of sand, on a polluted beach, soon to be underwater, from global warming.
Temperatures rise, people's feeling's rise, dough rises, yeast...
Flat bread, Flat earth... how can we connect all these tings?
Line ups on the top of Mount Everest! Who would have thought that this would be a thing that you could see in a movie clip on the evening news? Breaking News! Mountaineers fall to their deaths waiting in line, through lack of oxygen. Maybe we should give a few politicians some lack of oxygen and see how they fall?! Too much air on the airwaves, not enough content. A million channels, high -speed delivery system...no one listening...no one cares.
Shoe-box size satellites, 60 of them released. Supposed to be putting the internet to every space available on the surface of the earth. Internet? How about food? How about clean water? How about a place to feel safe? How about a place of refuge for a refugee? A place of comfort for those who traveled and struggled all their lives, escaping one form of persecution only to fall to a legal entanglement that keeps them dying in cages. So much to ponder, so little time.
Life is full of these enigmas. Or is it that life is full of mystery wrapped in an enema?
A whole lot of house cleaning to be done.
What does it take? What would it take for us to to work together for once, just once? Solve the problem of , “I don't like you, but I'm willing to work with you?” “ I don't like your...thoughts, your clothes, the colour of your skin, the books you read, the celebrations you have,...but I'm willing to work with you...”
Because I don't need to be right, I just need to be free...free from HATE.

We all came from somewhere. We're all migrants from a place that we called home. Whatever that place looks like now, home is where the heart IS...where you feel connected! You might have been unplugged, perhaps forcefully unplugged, but you're here NOW. THIS is home! This is where we have to work together, to love, to live, and to build together, to Be Free...

(T Wigmore, in the flow with learningtoplay's 'Out There . . Somewhere')

out there . . somewhere (ltp + Terry Wigmore)

night rolls out. you can hear your doubts. all your thoughts and fears cry, "everything goes away!" hold my hand. everything goes away.

and you don't know how much you can take 'cause you don't know how much your heart can break when you've seen enough, when you've heard it all, when you've left it out on the cutting floor, and you know... the curtain call.

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special thanks to Aaron Kant for provided the rhythm section.

Purchase Track

Amish Rage - The Curtain Call (feat. Aaron Kant)

"No one saw a thing..."

This song was inspired by the Elisa Lam case.

through the cracks [elisa lam]

through the cracks [Elisa Lam]

Most of this piece was recorded in 2016 but I abandoned it until I decided to clean my computer files up recently. I added the vocals and a few horn samples to "finish" it off.
It's "sister" piece which takes the same bass loops, speeds them up and takes it all to a very different place can be listened to here:
https://soundcloud.com/graeme-mc-pherson/1-minute-40-seconds

The original spoken word sample is by "wjoojoo" and can be found here:
https://freesound.org/people/Speedenza/sounds/263544/

They Dug Everything Out Of The Earth

A song in a sort of instrumental rock-type of style, featuring a midsection in a very fast 7 time signature. Hope you enjoy!

This is the first upload of an album of songs in a jazz fusion and/or instrumental rock type of style.

Longer, Bluer Suns

20 8 23

my friend had this ukulele since '88 and now i have received it :)

Ukulele

Part of superpolar Taips "cassingles" series.  Tapes with exclusive B side available at https://moduspony.bandcamp.com/album/systemmetry

Also check out superpolar.bandcamp.com

Cassette

Systemmetry

Just some dude in his bedroom making noise on his computer.

Lover of BBQ, the outdoors and kittie cats.

Made in Texas.

through the cracks [Elisa Lam]

something else is here