mate, send me a beat, absolutely love what I'm hearing here so far. Won't post or share anything without your approval and recognition. Got skills Mr. Sonic.

So ill bro!!,this demented circus part rides out of the shadows...

so fresh! I have always been very impressed by your work, lots of really creative samples through out! so glad you visited my page recently!

No one knows who wrote the nursery rhyme London's Burning. Was it about The Great Fire of London in 1666, did they have fire engine in those days, who knows? (Maybe Joe Strummer).
https://youtu.be/iZOJ-HzbQUg

A big thank you to Jonathan who played both acoustic & electric and did the mixing. He is such a talent!

London’s burning
Fetch the engine pour on water
London’s burning
I tell ya what I think we oughta
Push that fan up to full throttle 
Fill up all our water bottles 
Think that we are in big trouble
Again 
 
London’s burning
Burning here on Friday Street
London’s burning
Listen to the angry heat
Thomas Faryner’s not to blame
It did not start in Pudding Lane
It’s driving cars and aeroplanes
It’s insane 

London’s burning
People jumping off the bridges 
London’s burning
Some are climbing into fridges
I smell smoke
It gets your throat
And it’s no joke

London's Burning (with Jonathan Beckenstein)

I never set out to make tracks like this... I even mean NOT to... but they seem to happen anyway!

Anyway, the image came first ... variants here: https://www.instagram.com/p/C2e27ago_j1/?img_index=2

And now there's a video:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C22GRYENoqI/
https://www.tiktok.com/@rollocarpenter/video/7330985779814042913
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaO2LYfiL1Y

Sanguinello

Video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=484U5K-mi24

This piece represents a sonic journey of introspection and renewal, inspired by moments of burnout and the desperate need for respite.

Close your eyes and let the music carry you away. 

Experience the gentle sway of the tide, the warmth of the sun on your skin, and the whispers of the sea breeze. Dive into a world where reality blurs with hallucinations, where the boundary between dreams and waking life dissolves

"Oceanic Fever" is a reminder to pause, to breathe, and to find beauty in moments of stillness.

Oceanic Fever

island of nowhere

Every house cat has its own secrets. 
You can watch the trilogy of cat adventures on my channel: 
part 1: https://youtube.com/shorts/-lc5Ek_QkEQ
part 2: https://youtube.com/shorts/J_0mUiuU5h4
part 3: https://youtube.com/shorts/oL8-B4DvWh4

A domestic cat's secrets

2025-01-02

The Birth Of A Story

Here's the first track for our new live album, coming in March! LET'S ROCK!

Cooper Ryan LIVE FROM STICK FIGURE CITY 1/3/2025!

Talking Head 

Big brain burn out, borrowed threads                                  Big suit burn down, stay in bed                                  Loquacious lies to live instead                                    
Leave me alone                                                                                   
House on fire, speak in tongues
King’s Lead Hat, I shall wear one
Like a Woolf in the water when the writing’s done
Got me a pocket full of stones

And now you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                         
I listen and I dread                                                         
So much talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                                  
You’re such a talking head                                           
I should have stayed in school you know                   
But I didn’t like the things they said                            
All that talk, talk, talk, talk, talk  
blah, blah, blah                                                                                                                          
Louis 16 and his Habsburg Queen
Had a date with the guillotine
They could not stop the great machine
A friend they could not phone

Fight fire with fire, sell off your sons
There’s a psycho killer inside every one
Hey David Blue, I think I’m jealous of you
Let me feel your flesh and bone

And they talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
The living and the dead
I swallow every sound I hear
I need new clothes cause I’m overfed
Let’s sell our souls to the radio
Who needs poets, we can dance instead
Too much talk, talk, talk, talk, talk                                          
Blah, blah, blah



Bridge– Woa…. take me to your leader                                                    
              Squeeze my mind with your fascist rhyme                                          
              I’ll keep my spastic space and metre                                               
              Drop me in the water                                                                
              Sinking to the bottom of the bowl 
    
              Heads are gonna roll                                                                     

And I talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Still sleeping when I leave my bed
All this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
I guess I’m just another talking head
From the profound to the profane, the inane, the insane
Pray at the altar where these words are bled
All this talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Blah, blah,blah





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