PSEUDO-UNDERGROUND IS THE NEW MAINSTREAM

BLUE SUN

A tune addressing the fact that the rights extended to women are a token gesture; that equality is a myth obscured by the machinations of controlling males!

ITSY BITSY NEW GUINEA (THE ONLY PLACE ON EARTH WHERE HERMAPHRODITE TURNED)

BABY’S ON 
BABY’S ON
G….G….G….GEAR

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOES’NT CARE

SHE NEVER KNOWS WHEN TO STOP
HER HEAD IS ALL OVER THE SHOP
DRIVEN BY THE SEEDS OF A PRIMITIVE NEED

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE 
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

SHE NEVER KNOWS WHEN TO STOP
HER HEAD IS ALL OVER THE SHOP
CAUGHT UP IN THE ECHO OF A PRIMITIVE ACT

BABY’S ON
BABY’S ON
G….G….G….GEAR

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

DIVING INTO OCEANS OF OBLIVION
SAVVY TO THE SITUATION
DABBLES IN DERIVATIVES OF OPIUM

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

WEARY OF THE DREARINESS OF DEXADRINE
SHE SEARCHES FOR A CHEMICAL EXPLOSION
DELVING INTO DEEPER THINGS LIKE PALTHIUM

BABY’S ON
BABY’S ON
G….G….G….GEAR
                                                                                                                                                                                 RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE 

HOOKED ON HIGHS AND HEADY HITS
FROM SCORE TO SCORE SHE’S TURNING TRICKS
SUMMING UP THE WAY SHE TICKS
EVERY PUNTER IS A FIX

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

HER BOMBED OUT LETTERS BEG THE BEEB
PLEASE LOCK ME IN A PHARMACY
BUT DREAMS OF SCRIPTS AND COUNTERFIETS
ARE NOT THE SORT THAT JIM’LL FIX

BABY’S ON 
BABY’S ON 
G….G….G….GEAR

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

ONCE MORE SHE MUST HURL HERSELF INTO THE BREACH
TO FEEL THE FULL GRAIN BOOMERANG 
FROM HEAD TO FEET

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

OFFSPRING TO PINCUSHION MUM
BUT FAVORING HER DARTBOARD DAD
SIAMESE TWIN TO A BOMBED OUT BROTHER
DIKE AND DOWNERS DROVE HER MAD


GEAR (JIM'LL FIX IT)

SOME OF US AFRAID THE WORLD WILL END (SOME OF US AFRAID IT WON'T)

GOLDILOCKS PLANET

My approach to making music is to go wherever it takes me!

Last place I wish to go is where lust for fame & fortune might take me!

ONE DAY WE WILL ALL FORGET (THE NAME OF EVERY COUNTRY)

Almost on a daily basis I am told by one Soundcloud user after another that my music is crap, that I have zero talent....what do you think? Are they right, or is it a case of sour grapes?

With so many people making music--literally tens of millions--there is a serious overcrowding problem, creating a wall of white noise; to stand out from that background, a musician must bring something very different to the table :)

THIS WORLD HAS GOT TO GO instrumental gothic funk

GOLDEN FLEECE

ALL THE PEOPLE WANTED TO LEAVE
ESCAPE THE GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
THE EVIL THAT ESCAPED MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD….TO ITS KNEES

GOLDEN FLEECE

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

STANDING AT THE GATE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD TO ITS KNEES
AND WHATEVER WE CREATE
WILL DISINTEGRATE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

Break

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

GOLDEN FLEECE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE voc

LAPEDO CHILD

LAPEDO CHILD inst

COMB THE  TUFT FROM THE LEFT HAND SIDE (BUT DON'T PASS THE DUTCHIE)

WE ARE THE HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS are HOLLYWOOD DIVE (music) and STE VAN HORNE (all vocals and lyrics)

WE ARE THE HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS

DON'T CALL ME AN ANDROID
PREFER THE TERM; MANDROID
I STILL HAVE SOME EMOTIONS
BURIED DEEP WITHIN

STEPPING OUT WITH A HUMANOID
I STEPPED INTO THE VOID
DEVOID OF ALL DEVOTION, DREAMS,
AND ORIGINAL SIN

THE SKIN IS SYNTHETIC
A HEART MADE OF TIN
PUMPING PURE PLUTONIUM
THROUGH VESSELS, SUPER THIN

IDENTICAL FACE, A UNIFIED RACE
IMPROPER URGES IN THEIR PROPER PLACE
THE  SYMMETRICAL LIVES OF OUR HUSBANDS AND WIVES
GUARANTEES LOVE AND HATE DISAPPEAR WITHOUT TRACE

MY WILL MAY HAVE BEEN BROKEN
MY VOLITION, JUST A TOKEN
BUT OUR MISSIONS HAVE PRECISION
ALL OBSTACLES, WE OVERCOME

I EMBRACE ASSIMILATION
IT'S A WONDERFUL SENSATION
ELIMINATES THE NEED TO BREATH
AND DEATH FROM THE EQUATION

I'M ONLY HALF THE MAN I USE TO BE
THANKS TO INTERVENING TECHNOLOGY

WE ARE THE HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS....HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS

I'M ONLY HALF THE MAN I USE TO BE
THANKS TO INTERVENING TECHNOLOGY

WE ARE THE HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS....HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS

I'M ONLY HALF THE MAN I USE TO BE
THANKS TO INTERVENING TECHNOLOGY

WE ARE THE HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS....HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS

THIS IS MY KIND OF RE-CREATION
THE KIND OF REVOLUTION WE SHOULD NOT IGNORE
CAN'T WAIT TO RETURN TO MY STATION
(THE HOME OF MY CREATOR)
ISAAC ASIMOV IS THE MAN WE ALL ADORE

ISAAC ASIMOV
ISAAC ASIMOV IS THE MAN WE ALL ADORE
ISAAC ASIMOV
ISAAC ASIMOV IS THE MAN WE ALL ADORE

ISAAC ASIMOV....BRIGITTE HELM
ISAAC ASIMOV....BRIGITTE HELM
ISAAC ASIMOV....BRIGITTE HELM

WE ARE THE HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS by THE HOLLYWOOD MANDROIDS

CAPRIAN DREAM

Almost on a daily basis I am told by one Soundcloud user after another that my music is crap, that I have zero talent....what do you think? Are they right, or is it a case of sour grapes? And do you think I take it to heart :) No! What's heartbreaking for all of us is....WHEN NO ONE LISTENS!

OFF MY BOX - AMPHETAMINE ORCHESTRA

I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW
>
I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND WALK WITH THE DEAD
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
>
I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
>
LIKE MRS NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE, BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BABY
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
>
DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
>
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

WEIRDWOLVES OF LONDON - FLOYD PINK AND THE PUNKS is Ste van Horne and Peter Harding

A FEED THE WORLD TYPE SYMPHONY version 1

EPHEMERAL MESSIAH

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

I’M NOT QUITE SURE
WHERE OR WHEN
MY LIFE TOOK THE FIRST
OF HER MANY WRONG TURNS

FOR DAYS OF SADNESS
SEEM TO MINGLE
BLURRING IN MY MIND
THE FINE LINE
THAT DIVIDES
ALL THE GOOD TIMES
FROM THE BAD TIMES
ALL THE HAPPY 
FROM THE SAD

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

ALTHOUGH MY DAY 
BEGINS WITH TEARS
AND WORKS IT’S WAY
THROUGH ALL MY FEARS
SOMETIMES I’M LIFTED
FROM THIS GLOOM
WHEN SHAPE AND SHADOW
FILL THE ROOM

BUT LONELY MINDS
TORMENT WITH TRICKS
MENDING HEARTS
THAT NEVER FIX
BRINGING HOPE
WHERE DREAMS ARE STONE
TILL ONCE AGAIN
YOU’RE LEFT ALONE

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST



DON’T I EXIST IN THE EYES OF THIS WORLD
AM I AS NOTHING TO EVERY GIRL
AM I THE WEAKLING
RIPE FOR THE PICKING
LONELY PARIAH
IN A UNIVERSE OF KINGS AND QUEENS
IN A UNIVERSE OF TWO EXTREMES
NEITHER ONE OF WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE
A PLACE WHERE EVERYONE EXISTS BUT ME

TO BE TRUTHFUL
THINGS BEGAN TO FALL APART
LONG BEFORE
MY LIFE DID START

DESTINED FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS
BORN TO BE WHERE NO ONE CARES
MAYBE I WAS MEANT TO BE
A FAILURE AND A NOBODY

SOME MIGHT SEE THE IRONY
THE UNDERBELLY COMEDY
HAVING WON THE RIGHT TO LIFE
I LOST THE WILL TO LIVE

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

IT’S SO HARD TO COME TO TERMS
WITH THE FACT YOU’RE NEVER HEARD
AND YOU’RE ONLY EVER SEEN
AS A WASHED UP NEVER-BEEN

PEOPLE PASS YOU BY
NEVER LOOK YOU IN THE EYE
CAN’T AFFORD THE TIME OF DAY
WAIT UNTIL YOU GO AWAY

EVEN THOSE WHO SAY THEY CARE
WITH A CUSTOMARY TEAR
MUCH LIKE FRIENDS OF WEATHER FAIR
ONE BY ONE DO DISAPPEAR

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

DON’T I EXIST IN THE EYES OF THIS WORLD
AM I AS NOTHING TO EVERY GIRL
AM I THE WEAKLING
RIPE FOR THE PICKING
LONELY PARIAH
IN A UNIVERSE OF KINGS AND QUEENS
IN A UNIVERSE OF TWO EXTREMES
NEITHER ONE OF WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE
A PLACE WHERE EVERYONE EXISTS BUT ME


YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON'T EXIST

DAVID BOWIE (CINEMATIC GOTH)

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY NEVER SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT WAS GOING ON IN YOUR MIND

DISMISSED YOU
SAID, THEY WOULDN’T MISS YOU
CURSED THE GROUND YOU WALKED UPON
FROM FATHER DOWN TO FATHER’S SON
NOT A CURSE PASSED DOWN TO YOUR ISSUE

SECOND COMING OFF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT

BORN AGAIN BOWIE (SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP)

THOUGH BEING OUTSPOKEN MEANS MEDIA & AUDIENCE REJECTION, I WILL NEVER JOIN THE NEW BREED OF MUSICIANS;

THOSE WHO HAVE F_CK ALL TO SAY!

Do we use our talent to promote #HUMANITY, #EQUALITY, #LOVE, #JUSTICE, #FREEDOM, QUALITY OF LIFE FOR ALL, or do we simply promote ourselves at the expense of others?

EVEN IF I FAIL TO MAKE A MARK WITH MY OWN MUSIC, I WANT YOU GUYS TO SUCCEED!

A mercenary music industry wants the public to believe your music is substandard, but that is far from true....#UNSIGNED, #INDEPENDENT & #UNDERGROUND puts #SIGNED music in the shade!
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DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT; DON'T JUST COMMENT, SHARE!

musicianswithvision.org 
musicianswithvision.com
stevanhorne.org

It is a myth that unsigned music equals inferior music; the only way we can blow that myth out of the water is to do it together! 
I DON'T RESPOND TO LIKES WTHOUT COMMENTS; Doesn't prove it was played!
DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT! And support musicians that support you!

MY TUNES ARE ALL ABOUT CREATING ON THE FLY; NO COOKBOOK, NO RULES, NO PREPARATION, NO PLAN; IT JUST HAPPENS!

FORMULA THINKING AND BOUNDARIES PUT EXTREME LIMITATIONS ON THE CREATIVE PROCESS; TRUE ART CAN NOT BE PRODUCED WITHIN A RESTRICTED SPACE!

I DON'T BREAK DOWN BOUNDARIES, BECAUSE THERE WERE NO BOUNDARIES IN MY WORLD TO BEGIN WITH!

MUSIC MUST CONTINUE TO EVOLVE, AND THE ECLECTIC APPROACH IS NOW THE ONLY WAY FORWARD, BECAUSE INDIVIDUAL GENRES HAVE BEEN EXHAUSTED!

CREATING WITHIN A SINGLE GENRE, THEREFORE, RESULTS IN REGURGITATION, REPETITION, AND MEDIOCRITY!

And way too much emphasis is placed on production value; actual creativity and diversity are taking a back seat! Inventive lyrics also rarely get the credit they deserve. This indifference to the talents that actually set musicians apart plays into the hands of a money-minded music industry, signing our own death warrants!

PSEUDO-UNDERGROUND IS THE NEW MAINSTREAM

Steven Vellou