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Psychedelic music for trips lasting way to long. Under 10k plays as of now (updated feb-02-03)

Hidden Gems: Psychadelic & Progressive Rock

New songs released in the first half of 2023. From the Albums Frank, After Bar Sinister and A Number of Mirrors.




2023: Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus

Watch official videoclip here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCrl5x1LQyg

The urban jungle
Traps my eyes
Black by the smoke
Ice in my mouth
It’s like a dark dream
Obscure and obsessive
But necessary at this point
Like life

My head is running... running away
And I can see my thoughts
Flying in the heavy air
Losing pieces
As they crash into high walls

And all of this affects my mind,
I have to think positive 
My walk is without any grace 
My home is still far away

Lyrics by Conni Celotto

Light Years Away

Ice In My Mouth

Ice In My Mouth - Light Years Away (2021)

Watch official videoclip here: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JrwYeJb5Eyg

Lyrics:
Another uncomfortable sleepless night
This seat is killing me
I have nothing but the stars
Put romance in everything

Looking back the past fades away
(I'm on the way without control)
Supplies will last for a while
(I'm in collision route)
Endure pain day by day
(I wish it was just an illusion) 
Light Years Away

Air is increasingly rarefied
What you think now little boy
Send much love to your mom
Here silence is so loud

(Looking back the past fades away)
I'm on the way without control
(Supplies will last for a while)
I'm in collision route
(Endure pain day by day)
I wish it was just an illusion
Light Years Away

Light Year Away

Light Years Away - Light Years Away (2021)

Bringing our own brand of new classic rock

Warzone

By Voicelight

Riding into Otherland

Raving Singularity

Many thanks to The Bawl Slant for mixing and mastering this one for me. Excellent job. 
https://on.soundcloud.com/zF2rL

Salty Sea [The Bawl Slant Remaster]

Song kindly remastered and mixed once again by The Bawl Slant https://on.soundcloud.com/zF2rL

More Things [The Bawl Slant Remaster]

Vibrations

I Hope You Guys Enjoy ! Had Fun Making This Album
(Prod By Canaan Beats x Mommas Boy)

STRANGE

"Twisted" is the latest track from Icelandic post-rock band Laxá, and features the Heima Kvartett. It combines the band's post-rock sensibilities and frozen distortion with the pizzicato strings of the Kvartett. I t appears on the bands new album "Skuggatréð"
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Laxá & Heima Kvartett are:
Jussi Siglarson - Guitar
Bjarne Guðjohnsen - Bass
Matthias Helguson - Drums
Mike Taylor - Keyboards
Lisbeth Heima - Violin
Sif Árnadóttir - Violin
Natasha Guðmundsdóttir - Viola
Ída Sigurðardóttir - Cello

Twisted by Laxá

Novena is the 9 day prayer used by nuns to St Joseph. The prayer was anwsered when the rest of the staircase was finished with unknown material, overnight, and no one knows who it was.

Novena

A cover of a song by Seize the Day that I found on here and really liked. It doesn't top the original, so head on to his page and give him a listen. 
www.soundcloud.com/labiserock
or this is the song.
https://on.soundcloud.com/KVPrd

Lyrics (which I definitely got wrong)

Feel the silence of your shame.
If you're lost and turned around.
Feel the anger in your soul.
Shake your mind, or close your eyes.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind.

Feel the evil in your tongue.
Which you could do without.
Feel the movement in your skin.
Put some ice right in your veins.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind. 

Shake your mind. (x4)

How do you feel so fine?
Your smile seems to say.
Shake your mind.



Shake Your Mind [Seize The Day Cover]

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

Superlative Sister Susie.
Drinking anything she's feeling bluesey.
Like a Romany River Queen.
Telling all her stories, but they're hard to believe.
Contango clever me. 
Ugly apple blossom hanging from that tree.
Superlative cycler man.
Abraxas anthus, hidden plans.

You took it all, passed it off as a word.

The White Knight of Lenster is sitting down. 
A rover scout, he's looking around.
When Silver Bob of Langville talks.
He's a crossmatch craftsman. 
A clever walk.

Altered the bar and made the absurd. 

Romany River Witch. 
Four thousand holes just formed a ditch.                                     Oh, we could go and frequent such. 
All the best doggies are learning Dutch.
Contigious felonies. 
When you stood down, you bruised your knees. 
Argento placental crutch. 
Nothing really ever matters so much.

You gave your word to notify blame.
You watched as I went down in flames.

Romany River Queen

Now you're looking through the remnants and the haze.
And a memory's just a picture that must  fade. (away)

I can tell you wanted to leave before you go.
But if it's so nice to meet me, say hello. 
Hello, Hello.

Oh, if history can teach us just one thing.
It's that we all end up right where we begin.
(it's a sin)

I can already watch you leave before you go.
I can already hear goodbye as you say hello. 
Hello, hello.

Can you hear the peels of the liberty bell,
as the jackboots are marching under a grey spell.
Can you hear the growling and wailing in woods, where the Monsters are lurking and up to no good. 
Can you hear the echoes of summer on  grass, as the task master tasks you and sets you to task.
All the good children que sera at the moon.
Which is floating in space like a carnival balloon. 

Oh, the danger in a meeting, good to go. 
And if you give me the wink then I would know. (Oh, for show)

I can already see your smile begin to go.
As you open up the door and say hello.
Hello, hello.




Hello

Breathing Zombies

4 A HUNNED (prod. lilbanshee)

When will i die

STREAM

When Will I Die prod. splashgvng

Acoustic demo of Elliott Smith's "Alameda" performed by Indio Romero (guitar and vocals) and Tigra Romero (vocals)

You walk down Alameda
Shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone
Like some precious only son
Face down, bow to the champion

You walk down Alameda
Looking at the cracks in the sidewalk
Thinking about your friends
How you maintain all them in
A constant state of suspense

For your own protection over their affection
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own
'Cause you can't finish what you start

Walk down Alameda brushing off the nightmares you wish
Could plague me when I'm awake
So now you see, your first mistake
Was thinking that you could relate
For one or two minutes she liked you
But the fix is in

You're all pretension
I never pay attention
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own
'Cause you can't finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own
'Cause you can't finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own
'Cause you can't finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
If you're alone it must be you that wants to be apart

Alameda

Alameda (Elliott Smith cover)

This house is just rooms which you filled up with smoke.
(I stand alone).
This house is just room after room full of ghosts.
(Awoken, froze).
An endless parading, masquerading, repost.
(All faded gold)
All empty, delaying, echoing, despairing.
Denying, all-knowing, reborn.

Give me some time.
Give me some kind of love.
Just give me some space with my dreams.
A portent or something arrives from above.
Just give me a moment to breathe.

This house is subconscious, aware of without.
(Into the unknown).
This house has a plan for the brain it's left out.
(Better off gone).
An empty, decaying, unswaying, expanding.
Demanding, backhanding, alive.
Any answers you get are just met with stone silence.
I'm supposed to,
Drag this stone.
Alive.

Give me some time.
Give me something to love.
Just give me some space in my dreams.
A collage or something arrives from below.
Just give me this moment I need.

I'm alone.
Stately home.
Alive.

Give me some time.
Give me all your love.
Just give me the moment I need.
A warning or something, rise up from beneath.
I'll be alright if I just breathe.



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More Things [The Bawl Slant Remaster]

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