Name: when autumn's on the way by the stellar lifetimes
Duration: 1 min 52 s
Description: had to redo the vocals on this one. thanks to all my people who checked out the first draft of this song.

Awesome track! it definitely gets me in the autumn mood. I love the harmonies!

I'm not sure I remember the original vocals, but these sure do sound great. There is somethimg gently psychedelic 60s about this, yet it also timeless.

Lovely song man, the sounds of the season, can almost hear the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot!

Korg Gaget track on ipad. 
I mixed this on the internal ipad pro speakers..
This is kindof like an electronic music rhapsody ;)

Deep Dive

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Fender Stratocaster
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- percussion, VST flute, and production editing
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — production, mix, and mastering

This song began more than a year ago, when Josh created a song out of a looper beat with his four string fretless bass. It sat on the shelf until a few weeks ago, when he shared it with JJ, who was in creative mode one Saturday evening. Josh had actually forgotten that he'd added a bass line to it, and thought he was just passing on a looper beat for JJ to play with.
However, JJ heard it, and was so excited that added his magical electric piano part, making it sound like a real song, instead of just drums and a bass. Ken also heard some magic in here, because he came up with his own brilliant beat to replace the looper that was used in for the seed. Mark was next to throw in, adding the striking drum pattern breakdown, and the thrilling flute solo, as well. Tez came in shortly after, adding his thrilling guitar to the mix. After everyone had added their parts, Josh came back and added two guitar parts, the simple low end line, as well as the high strummed triads. At this stage, Mark did some editing, as it is in his skill set, and made it less dense and easier to listen to.
Now that the song was musically complete, out newest member, Carl, dropped the amazing vocals you hear, singing his original lyrics. After Carl was done sprinkling his magic in it, we needed an able producer to bring out the magic of the recordings. Good thing we have a trained producer to do the job in Stephen, who mixed and mastered it superbly, as always.
This is Eclectic Collective's first fore into the afrobeat genre, although a few of us are really big fans already, and Josh has a few other originals in this genre buried on his page, as well. As always, we all enjoyed the process of hearing this one come together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

Juice our Jah
Chalice of chime
Shooting star
Great rhythm
There's blood in the brine

Suture Sun
Grand heaven high
'Some clan gone cruel
Needing collective eye

Eclectic host
Hoist our hale
Mused healing feast
Musical breeze as gale

Afro beat
Oh melody sweet
Beat afro
Show us where to go

Kalakuta Kingdom (Eclectic Collective)

Main Character Syndrome

Well no school, no work, no worries! At least for us making another track. But Mr. Grank is on a mission with his dirty pal Rusty. They encounter a mysterious phone booth in the park and Mr.Grank stops to make an important call to a long lost friend of his. What was the number though, the name? Address??? It is strange... Tubs, Fish tanks, Habitats, fire places... these things still have purpose in today's world... but phone booths? long lost friends? They fade into the background and slowly into the void. 
What is this lump in the phone book???
Another one of Mr. Grank's marbles! At least it wasn't all for naught. 

Lost In The Phone Booth Feat. Rusty

YouTube link: https://youtu.be/aHypdOdJb5I 

A summer rain can be associated with cleansing – just as it washes dust off the streets, it may symbolize moments of renewal and emotional release in life. It can also evoke unexpected changes that, although initially seen as obstacles, bring freshness and new perspective. Finally, its gentleness and fleeting nature may remind us of the beauty of moments worth cherishing before they pass. 

Letni deszcz może kojarzyć się z oczyszczeniem – tak jak deszcz zmywa kurz z ulic, tak w życiu może symbolizować momenty odnowy i uwolnienia od emocjonalnego ciężaru. Może też przywodzić na myśl niespodziewane zmiany, które choć początkowo wydają się przeszkodą, przynoszą świeżość i nowe spojrzenie. Wreszcie, jego delikatność i ulotność mogą przypominać o pięknie chwil, które warto doceniać, zanim przeminą. 

La lluvia de verano puede asociarse con la purificación: así como limpia el polvo de las calles, puede simbolizar momentos de renovación y liberación emocional en la vida. También puede evocar cambios inesperados que, aunque al principio parezcan obstáculos, aportan frescura y una nueva perspectiva. Por último, su suavidad y fugacidad pueden recordarnos la belleza de los momentos que vale la pena apreciar antes de que se desvanezcan.

Summer Rain

About life ,sometimes harsh ,sometimes not .

Thieves stealing from theives .

All rights reserved 9/25/2025

We used to know how to read a room
Knew exactly what to say…
Now we’re divin in too deep
Never losing any sleep
in the bed we made

We used to take the time 
To see another point of view 
Now we toe another line
Like a party to a crime
In the bed we made…

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

Why did you have to come around
as if you’ve made some kind of grade
My ears don't want to hear 
Now would you please just disappear
in the bed we made

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

The Bed We Made

had to redo the vocals on this one. thanks to all my people who checked out the first draft of this song. 

when autumn's on the way

You know the wind’ll keep on blowing, the moon will rise each night.
And the sun up there, it’s always gonna shine.
The waves are gonna crash upon the shore, the moths head toward light,
The ivy on the wall is gonna climb. And so, my friend, the passing of the time.

A friend of mine was certain he had found the secret chord.
But every time he played it, it went flat.
But he would not stop trying, play it time and time again.
Then one day he called me for a chat.
He said, “Scott, I can’t keep trying, it’s getting mighty late,
Doncha know I gotta make those dimes.
And I was hoping maybe you could try it on your own.
And help me tame the passing of the time.

You know the wind’ll keep on blowing, the moon will rise each night.
And the sun up there, it’s always gonna shine.
The waves are gonna crash upon the shore, the moths head toward light,
The ivy on the wall is gonna climb. And so, my friend, the passing of the time.

Another friend convinced himself that he knew how to fly.
And he made some wings of promises and hope.
And every time he fell to earth, he’d get back up again’
Certain that he’d found the means to float.
He said, “Scott, I keep on falling, and the ground is so damned hard,
I hope you can teach me how to climb.
I said, “Friend, I have no answers, I, too, have been scarred,
By the unrelenting passing of the time.

You know the wind’ll keep on blowing, the moon will rise each night.
And the sun up there, it’s always gonna shine.
The waves are gonna crash upon the shore, the moths head toward light,
The ivy on the wall is gonna climb. And so, my friend, the passing of the time.

Passing of the Time

LYRICS:
Silver stare, clever banter
Silver hair, raucous laughter
Silver brush, matching mirror
Silver smile, nothing dearer

Stay a while, please just give me today
I am saving these moments away
For in times to come when I need you near
I'll remember your words so clear
And take this parting thought with you my friend
When tears are clouding those eyes of blue,
Picture my face smiling right at you
To help melt the ice that you're hacking through

Silver style, witchery in motion
Silver mind, staunch devotion

Stay a while, please just give me today
I am saving these moments away
For in times to come when I need you near
I'll remember the hugs and tears
And take this parting thought with you my friend
When life is teeming with stupid clowns
Hear my voice saying it's ok now
I'll help melt the ice that you're breaking down

CUBIC G: 
vox/keys - Sarah Golding
sweet sweet bass - Gavin Simpkin
kickin' drums - Simon Golding

Silver

started recording my improv songs on a tascam 4 track cassette recorder in 99'. I still write and record in my home on branch street as a passionate hobby ; ) thanks for listening <3

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