I believe the emotional chord progressions are driven forwards by such a powerful and finely tuned rhythm section that thumps right down to the core ! And your synth work seems to take flight within the soaring melodies of this all. A really awe-inspiring production that leaves a immense sonic wave in the wake of it all !! Blown Away ~

Here is the all music!!!. Superb work man.🎧❤🙏

Beautiful piece !! 😍 🙏 🍀 🎶 🎧 

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Melodic Vocal Trance. 
——————————————
You’re looking through, not at me now
Like I’m the joke, like I’m the clown
Can you hear me?
I’m screaming loud.
Do you see me?
You won’t turn around.

THE CLOWN

Butterflies (Radio)

Never Understand

This one was developed and recorded one afternoon about a year ago with Jose (the Problem) when no one was thinking about mics or recording quality or nuthin', and I can’t really remember what we did. I opened it back up a few weeks ago and did a little editing. But it was basically live. I was playing v-drums somewhere back there with a little speaker, while Jose played piano with at least one mic. We may have added the vocals separately. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

Tales From a Midnight Bucket
                            Janine Levinson & Jose Freitas

It pours on me from a midnight bucket somewhere in my chest
Getting cold, maybe tears, maybe oil, maybe blood
I don't know

It hounds me so from a twisted chair squeaking as it rocks
Burn my ears, maybe cries, maybe songs, maybe pleading
I don't know

Just my black heart, my injured soul
No place for love   
No place for hope
It’s me and my black soul  

It gets a hold: a wire machine with poison in the gears
Bitter oil, maybe pitch, maybe tar, maybe grease
I don't know

It’s underneath my parchment skin and worms its way to light
Maybe bugs, maybe hair, maybe bone, maybe bile 
I don’t know

Just my black heart, my injured soul
No place for love   
No place for hope
It’s me and my black soul     
ooooooooh!

Strings of tar
Rising twister helpless in the rancid air
Cataract stars 
Fraying leather 
Helpless in the rancid air

It shoots in me a spear of ice freezing in my chest
Getting cold, maybe tears, maybe soil, maybe gone
I don't know  

It undermines my blistered soles and forces me to crawl
Maybe dirt, maybe worms, maybe flesh, maybe gold 
I don’t know 

Just my black heart, my injured soul
No place for love   
No place for hope
It’s me and my black soul

The Midnight Bucket (Live) (Probably)

This is for my beautiful granddaughter Aliyah, who has just learned to crawl. 
 

Acoustic and Electric guitars: Jonathan Beckenstein @jonathan_beckenstein
Song, keys, bass and everything else, 2020 Janine Levinson

Birdwatching 

Point your eyes up to the trees and keep your ears wide open
Stand right next to me and keep your mouth closed
Stay light on your feet and hear the whip a whip a whistle
Stand right next to me and keep your mouth closed!

I promise you it’s worth your time  and now the part that matters
Is the language of the flying things, the words you can’t imagine
Telling stories from the tops of trees 
Of feathers web and worms and swarming bees!      
When we go birdwatching
            
Your binoculars are key keep them aimed up at the trees
listen carefully and keep your mouth closed!
It’s difficult at first It could be bells or wood or metal
As you open up your ears I know you heart will follow

Oh, little one, it’s worth your time and now it’s all that matters
Is the language of the flying things, the words you can’t imagine
Telling stories from the tops of trees 
And riding currents on the breeze
When we go birdwatching

Cackle caw whip and chatter           
Chip and chirrup crow and clatter
Chitter clack rush and titter             
Pip and thrill hoot and twitter
Tweet and clang flutter flap                
Chirp and hum, flicker, quack 
Whoop whoop whoop,    
Trum trum trum trum trumpet!!!

And from far off chickadee I hear a chirp and then a sizzle
I’ll stand right next to you and keep my mouth closed
We’ll listen and resist the urge to join in with a whistle
Looking up into the trees, we’ll feel the wind blow

I promise when you grow up you’ll remember understanding
The language of the flying things, you won’t have to imagine   
The stories from the tops of trees 
The questions answered only by the breeze
When we went birdwatching 

They sang Aliyah
They sang Aliyah

Birdwatching -  with Jonathan Beckenstein

Tile Down

Inspired by a story I heard about a man in the 1970s who fished a giant carp out of the river that ran through his cellar.

There’s a river under this house
That no ones ever seen
I can hear it in my sleep
I can smell it in my dreams

In a darkness so complete

There’s a river under this house
That doesn’t see the sun
I can hear it in the cellar
I can hear it say London

With a purpose obsolete

There’s a river under this house
That never stops to think
Just a murmur in the dark
A whisper in the ink

Flowing through my days...and nights

I will join those moving waters
In my dreams
Beneath the roads and houses parks and trees
Through passages and tunnels darkest black
Asleep on currents floating on my back

London

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Heart And Soul

This song is a soundtrack for frosty winter days. A little bit experimental. The main synth is Korg Volca Keys. Some eDrum percussion, digital synth sounds, a few analog guitar sounds, a triangle and a little wind.

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Frosty Winter Day - OMCB

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