Name: Howl At Nowt [2021] by SpukSchreibMaschine
Duration: 7 min 26 s
Description: #rock

Yeah chilled track sounds like I should be drinking a milkshake in Café somewhere with a time machine , good work

Nice vocals, lekker beat, you can listen to this having a glass of good wine.

this was brilliant !! really loved the song 💪😁 Great great great !!!!

so refreshing..... and nostalgic too.... love it... brilliant.

So beautiful! It reminded me of the Beatles sound. You have great tunes, man. Great job.

Really beautiful layered vocals on this - lovely voices and arrangements, almost early Beatles like. I am tempted to think that your name and whacky image/branding are a mismatch for the seriously good music you produce but that is just my opinion.

I love the back up vocals with the main vocals to give it that pretty matched tone, the guitar sounds clear as hell! You never disappoint!

Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt [2021]

This instrumental was written & recorded in 2017. Close your eyes and visualize being on a beautiful beach in paradise. Cheers for taking time to enjoy my magical original music.

All instruments by: Daniel Lars
Written, mixed, produced, mastered by: Daniel Lars

Levitating Above The Clouds

Mike N. - Guitars, Backing Vocals
Zamm Kenoby - Drums 
Abel Boquera - Hammond organ
Steve Hillier - Electric Piano, Keyboard bass, Vocals 
Pre-mix audio engineering by Leonardus Miezenbeek and Jordan Stoffel
Mixed and Mastered by Zamm Kenoby

Cover Art By Leraynne S.
Music and Lyrics by Stephen Lawrence Hillier

Lyrics:

Every Night we sleep in a different place
In a house divided from the human race
Every night we sleep in a different room
We can dream together we can touch the moon

Stop That Man, oh darling, darling won't you
Stop That Man, every night the best you can

If it makes you stronger and it helps you know 
That we're good together let the feelings grow 
And I don't really care if they watch us play, yeah. 
Hot, naked and laughing on a brand new day

Stop That Man, oh darling, darling won't you
Stop That Man, every night the best you can

Every night we sleep in a different place
And the noise surrounds us in the beds we made 
Every night we sleep in a different room
We can sing together, we can write the tune

Stop That Man, oh darling, darling won't you
Stop That Man, oh darling, darling won't you
Stop That Man, oh darling, darling won't you
Stop That Man, oh darling, darling won't you
Stop That Man, oh darling, darling won't you
Stop That Man, every night the best you can

Every Night

Trains

Stars

I just am really fond of this song, on an album that got no thanks at the time and didn't do well.  And I found it really weird that there are no other cover versions in 43 years or so.

It's in the 14 day holding period with Distro-Kid to formally become a cover song with a real license, while it's like that I have it on SoundCloud but non monetized so it earns zero until then.

Can't Turn My Heart Away (Art Garfunkel Cover)

Nelly Furtado-Turn Off The Lights

Cultivate Beats Chill Bootleg 


Nelly Furtado-Turn Off The Lights (Cultivate Beats Bootleg)

A bluesy kind of track with electric guitar, piano, saxophone and brass.

New Blues

On Monday, I work hard,
Papers pile, coffee's charred,
Meetings, coding, endless tweaks,
But the weekend? That's my peak.

On Tuesday, I work hard,
Theories tangle, brains bombard,
Charts fill up, outlook bleak,
But the weekend? Pure technique.

On Wednesday, I work hard,
Meetings marathon, no regard,
Deadlines loom, prospects meek,
But the weekend? I don't peek.

On Thursday, I work hard,
Debates deep, stay on guard,
Concepts clash, spirits bleak,
But the weekend? Zen I seek.

On Friday, I work hard,
Last push, play every card,
Tasks end, fatigue's at peak,
But the weekend? Rest unique.

On the weekend, I don't work,
I panic, fret, then shirk.
Doubt looms, I vent, I snap,
Rushing, cramming—what a trap!

Worries fade, then I regroup,
Focus sharpens, back in the loop.
Commit, persist, tasks resized,
Strive, push hard, and organize.

Execute, multitask, find my groove,
Final stretch, things improve.
Endless trials, all in the murk,
Yes, on the weekend, I don't work.

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This one is for all the breadfans out there--introducing "On the Weekend I Don't Work," a funky speed rock track inspired by Budgie iconic riff. This track captures the weekly grind's relentless pulse and the ironic twist of a weekend not so different from the workdays. Through energetic verses, the song narrates a week of hard work, building up to a weekend supposed to be for rest, yet filled with its own hectic challenges. It's a tongue-in-cheek look at the reality of never truly 'turning off,' perfect for anyone who finds themselves just as busy on their days off as they are the rest of the week.

#OnTheWeekendIDontWork #WeekendWarriors #SpeedRock #RockAnthem #WorkLifeBalance #EnergyHigh #MusicForTheSoul

On the Weekend I Don't Work

Guitars: Jerry Matheny
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Mix: Will Montgomery

Demos 2022

Somebody Cares

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024, all rights reserved

Music by Paul Foss
Copyright © Paul Foss, May 2024, all rights reserved
Email: paul@paulfossmusic.com

Words:
You sent me the colours of a summer’s dawn 
On the morning of Solstice, last year. 
Wedding band gold and Bridie’s slipper pink,
Just one small, shy honeysuckle flower…
But it was enough to make your feelings clear. 

The bloom then faded, and it followed the Sun 
On its passage down to the Underworld, 
I looked every day, but no more have come. 
Yet your passion for me will last and last, 
For long after this life’s romance is done. 

You make love to me in every dimension, 
In every realm, but not, it seems, this one. 
I know you’re there, hiding in your creation 
Your love song, your maya simulation 
That masks you from the sight of my heart.
The juggler, the trickster, the mercurial mixer
Of this Venetian carnival’s Commedia Dell’arte. 

Sometimes you leave me tiny dew-drop diamonds 
To show you care, to show you’re really there 
In my night garden at dusk; then at midnight 
You come in my dreams to spirit me away
And up the stairway to paradise, 
To paradise … and your Divine Play.

Divine Commedia Dell'arte

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.

Spotify. What a world.
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