Yes, I can sense the Zappa and Yes influences and not only, but beyond that this is a super great progressive and experimental rock track ! Amazing work !

real brilliance! missed this kind of creativity! loving your tracks <3 <3 <3

It’s so incredible that I’m at a loss for words — truly an outstandingly structured track.

I can definitely hear the Zappa here but more than a little Primus too! Delightfully insane!

another (actually my first, but then postponed) contribution to the album “despair.” 

humans are fascinated by ghosts, monsters and demons. we even slip into their roles and take on their form to celebrate them #halloween.

isn’t a little bizarre that we celebrate pure fantasies together, while largely ignoring or repressing demons that actually exist? real ghosts, who strike in secret and haunt many more people than one might think, tormenting them unimaginably and sucking all life out of them.

this song is a heartfelt dedication to their victims. people who are often left alone by the community and health systems, who have to experience that nightmares aren’t dreams, and that there is hardly any greater effort than being condemned to mental and physical immobility – sucked dry by a monster that has taken complete control of you and that cannot be easily eliminated with garlic, a crucifix, or mr van helsing. 

I hope that not too much meaning has been lost in the translation of my lyrics, which I struggled with using google and deepl.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5


There’s a hush between my thoughts, too loud to bear
A mirror fogged with someone I don’t know
Every heartbeat drags like rusted prayer
Time bleeds slow where no light dares to go
In the marrow of my sleep he waits
Feeding softly on what won’t awake

He moves like shadow through my glassy veins
Draining dawn from everything I dream
The sun knocks faintly, but the lock remains
Sealed behind a breath I cannot scream
He drinks the color out of all I was
And leaves me pale, without a cause

My private Nosferatu, perfidious thief of air
You dine on silence, coming out of nowhere
No pain to hold, no tears to start
Just the graveyard hush inside my heart
You take the light I never knew
My private Nosferatu

There’s no storm, no shatter, no descent
Only stillness heavy as the ground
Every thought dissolves in discontent
Each feeling buried, never found
I walk beneath my own eclipse
The living dead behind my lips

My private Nosferatu…

Undead and locked in frozen fire
From you my undisclosed vampire
You’re not a scary fairytale
Each try to capture you will fail

My private Nosferatu…

If only I had any clue
To tell you finally
FU

My Private Nosferatu

The last evening of October
Vampires drink tomato juice
The moon sets on the fishing line
Whomever they wanted to scare, he didn't come

All the colors of death on their faces
And scars – not sparing makeup
The night darkens
The light fades
And darkness dances among us

All evil has crawled to the surface
And celebrates its terrible feast
Here the devil has defeated God!
Let them carry out all the saints...
Let them carry out all the saints

The last evening of October
Vampires drink tomato juice
The moon sets on the fishing line
Whomever they wanted to scare, he didn't come

****
последний вечер октября
вампиры пьют томатный сок
на леске опускается луна
кого хотели напугать - Тот не пришёл

все краски смерти на лице
и шрамы - грима не щадя
чернеет ночь
погашен Свет
и тьма танцует между нас

вся нечесть вылезла наверх
и празднует свой страшный пир
здесь дьявол бога
победил!
пускай выносят всех святых.. 

последний вечер октября
вампиры пьют томатный сок
на леске опускается луна
кого хотели напугать - Тот не пришёл

antihalloween

an homage to American TV painting personality Bob Ross, who I watched regularly back in the 80s before his posthumous internet fame
I'm sorry to have butchered Don McLean's beautiful song Vincent by changing the words and using his melody and my croaky voice...folksinger, I am not... oh well it was  a good lyric writing exercise at least


Bobby Bobby Ross
Painting with his secret sauce
Liquid White on canvas tossed
I watched him late at night on my TV

Cadmium Yellow daffodils 
A mix of Midnight Black to make his hills
His velvet voice and landscape plan so chill
Nature seemed to bow at his command

Now I understand
All those forest, ocean, winter scenes
400 episodes with Phthalo Green
On PBS commercial-free
His rush with brush and speedy painting bliss
And now he's called an ASMRist

Bobby Bobby Ross
His clouds they look like candy floss
Reds and yellows, greens in semi-gloss
Creeks that sing and swim in Prussian Blue

Those mountains built on cue
With his pallet knife, he lays them down 
Their peaks and valleys glow like starry crowns
Bold colors he will wear and share with you

Now I'm speaking true
Of his wise words that he wished for me
Happy accidents are meant to be
They have come to set you free
Just like life sometimes, some spots get messed
Here comes your big tree bravery test

I know the art snobs did not like him
Nor did that Alexander dude
But still, he spoke to me
Big hair, big heart, big B
His reruns run most every afternoon 
Here's to the boss our Mr. Ross
There'll never be another one as sweet or super cool

Bobby Bobby Ross
Creating all those Happy Trees
A song to sing in playful key
It's sometimes hard to stay between the lines

I've been painting crooked pines
Production mix all Vandyke Brown
Withered words that reek of pun and clown
Lie slushed and swollen on the Soundcloud snow

Now I think I know
What he tried to say to me
Art is love, it's life, it's tragedy
Inside of all of us you see
So find your passion, get that fire lit
And with a 2 inch brush
Beat the devil out of it


Music Don McLean 1971
Lyrics HotR 2025

Bob ( my apologies to Don McLean)

Demo-Track, Use Headphones !
Hubert Stytz:  Music   /     Pee Gee: Lyrics
 
Insprired by the famous artwork by "Gottfried Helnwein" , Hubert and I had the idea of making up a story about a jetset glamour lady and a" working girl " on the Boulevard, a picture in her head..her idol "James Dean" immortalized by Helnwein ! 

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Queen of the night
On her way to a gala dinner
Dressed up like a diva
She looks like the perfect winner
Surrounded by admirers
Escorted by her body guard

Strolling on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Boulevard of Broken Dreams...Boulevard of Broken Dreams..

Sin of the night
Under the neon lights
Carries a picture in her head
Painting a smile on her face
If you look closer you can see
The fire in her eyes
Standing on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams....Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
It ain´t always what it seems

Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

There´s still a fire burning
In those hungry eyes
Standing on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams... Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

this music was inspired by (obvious) sources - 
Todd Rundgren, Frank Zappa, National Health, Yes and Änglagård
____________________________________________________________________________

1~
In a world of noise, we shape the sound
Every word, is a twist, a turn around
Echoes dance in electric threads
Jazz meets rock, where the current spreads

What stories do we weave tonight?
In the rhythm, let’s take flight.

2~
It's a curious thought, a fleeting glance
The world goes fast, I want to dance
An echo of dreams, a timeless trance
Don't you feel this chance?

We’re dancing shadows under neon lights
In this vibrant world, we chase the heights.

3~
In a world where chaos reigns, I speak,
Words stumble like shadows, yet I seek,
The rhythms of life, in jazz and rock,
Echo truths, ticking like a clock.

So tell me the story, let it unfold,
In eclectic whispers, let the truth be told.

4~
In the twilight, echoes of a tale unfurl
Words weave like shadows in this swirling world
Byte-sized thoughts dance on the edge of time
A canvas painted with rhythm, so sublime

Listen close, a story speaks anew
In the silence, find the truth of you

5~
Whispers sing as they play
t'was of that day, lost in notes that sway - that sway
Voices supple as they sing
Dreams will run away like children's shadows play
Let the night embrace....embrace
All the hearts in space...in space

6~
In a world so vast voices blend and shimmer
with echoes of the past
feel the light grow dimmer

Words float like whispers
IN THE TWILIGHTS EMBRACE !


©2025 Sparky Bonehead


Jazz Fusion, the Rock Opera

Last Night

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered using Logic.
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD tuning (Capo 9th Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES:
This song reflects my growing awareness of the incomprehensible nature of a star in the sky, which has captivated the imagination of humanity since the dawn of time. All that amazing energy, captured in a little word of just three letters, the sun. 
LYRICS:
Such a little word “the sun”
With all its mystery 
Yet, without the sun my friend
Where oh where would we be?

With colours that glisten and dance all around
As far as the eye can see 
Without the sun tell me my friend
Where oh where would we be 

For who can say how it does what it does 
Painting the sky so blue
As pretty a picture as I’ve ever seen
Oh the things the sun can do

The years come and go like the ocean tide
But is time ever what it seems?
Without the sun, tell me my friend
Where oh where would we be?

Chorus

A Little Word

Relax! 
Picture: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gibson%27s_Albatross_0A2A8124.jpg

Albatross

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four-string fretless bass, PRS SE semi-hollow body electric guitar, Sigma acoustic guitar, lyrics, vocals, and composition
SunnyBeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering
This is a love song written about Josh's favorite band, Phish. He came up with the chords on his acoustic guitar, and shared it with the group. This was written with Beck in mind, though, too, as he knew she'd be contributing her magic to this one, too. Even when it was just the acoustic guitar set to a looper beat, she came up with many of the parts you hear throughout. Although, she also readjusted and redid a lot of it, too, throughout the process. Ken was the next piece of the puzzle to jump in. He laid down his perfect drums beats to it in only one or two tries, giving it the groove it needed. After Ken laid down the beat, that allowed Josh to add his bass to the mix, too. It was almost done musically, but it needed a lead guitar, which Josh also put in there. Before it was finished, though, JJ weighed in with his clever organ, which can be heard from about 2:30 on. When it was all wrapped up musically, Josh also sang his lyrics, which are written from the perspective of two Phish heads conversing about the imminent Phish show, which is always a big, exciting event. 
  Josh has seen almost 70 Phish shows in his life, and he hopes his adoration for the band is evident in this song. This is the second song Eclectic Collective have done with Beck, and we all hope for many more, too. She's a fantastic musician, with a wonderfully deep well of creativity. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:

Are you gonna meet me at the show tonight
Am I gonna see you at the show?
What songs do you think they’ll play tonight?
I’ve been waiting all year to go

You should check out last night’s set list
The show was packed with killer songs
Is there any one that you’ve been chasing?
I love it when the crowd all sings along
 
Trey’s been stirring up all the great jams
Page rules the keyboards from his throne
Mike digs the groove so deep and he stands
On Fishman’s beats that shake our bones
 
Hope you have your ticket for the show tonight
I know these days they’re on our phones
Some spun wook is always tripping
Looking for profundity in all the songs

Every now and then they have to just stop spinning 
Stare at the lights, and sing along
So I know we’ll hear some great things tonight
Every time I go, my mind gets blown
After in the lot I know I’ll eat a grilled cheese

Trading Mics For Phish Pages- Eclectic Collective w/ SunnyBeck

Watch Out Remastered (Unloved)

Music by Ambient Annie. Master & Production by BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

BADLANDS LULLABY

When i'm not playing video games....
...i listen to and create Music.
I get into everything: Abba to Zappa...Grindcore to Gershwin...Nine Inch Nails to Nina Simone...Mike Oldfield to My Bloody Valentine to Miles Davis
  I LIKE MUSIC....composing and listening   😎
For the record: I am a keyboardist and sometimes drummer. About 90% of  the keyboard work is me actually playing a Yamaha Midi keyboard. Now you know...

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