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Commander Fullyard was cruising through the Peep Durple system when the voice of Admiral Krank came in over the radio. It had to be done. One Colonel Hardy had turned renegade, establishing his own fiefdom among the Simmippians. According to the highly classified intelligence wire, Hardy had committed the highest crimes against groove, outlawing shuffle beats of all kinds and limiting musical expression to tonedeaf folk music. 

And now the swampy assignment: Operation Mango Wood. Hardy must be brought to justice or eliminated immediately. Was there any way out of it? Were there not several other officers capable of carrying it out? Didn’t Krank owe him a favor or two? Did the Commander need to remind the Admiral of how he came to his rescue in Operation Bass Guitar Part Rearrangement? Nothing doing. These orders came directly from Her Majesty Herself. She wanted- nay, demanded- that Commander Fullyard do the job. 


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I thank the Admiral for this opportunity! I, Cmd. Fullyard, fully obeying his will from now on, accepted the new supreme command in regards to any further additional space missions satisfying the highly royal needs of her Majesty! May she survive us all and may her burial chamber-like sten... ermmm sme... errrrmmmmm ..... FRAGRANCE never dissipate!

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(Operation) Mango Wood

Its hot and wet in the jungle, tonight
Laser axe hummin', red glowing, ready to bite

Mango Woood, Mango Wooood, Mango Woooooooooooood

A royal spacesuit soaked and boiling
Swampy assignment, highly annoying

Mango Woood, Mango Wooood, Mango Woooooooooooood


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This one was a real journey and along with the other collab i did with the mighty @texmex-shaman. The Admiral (@user-766619428) sent me the base and groovy drum pattern long long ago, early 2021, and it took quite some time to find the initial spark to go mad, but then it was a real blast. Kinda started sampling the whole thing and deformed it into something i never thought it would sound like. Recorded some stuff in the flat  (little child drum, etc.) and refined some axe-chops from our woodwork session early in 2021 along with some VOX and other little space pixie dust, b3 vst and synths. Later on he added the amazing guitars and additional fx - me finally trying to squeeze everything into the mix. Thank you so much for doing this with me. I hope this will be not the last one!

I also want to give credit to my parents in law and my love, which were so supportive in finding the right place for the shoot and helping me with my artistic vision to come true. This was quite a wild ride and it couldn't have been done all by myself! (That little forest fishpond was cold af... haha)

Thanks for the community for all that support and wonderful comments and reposts, likes and such. We are a real great "family" and i am glad to have you all!

Cheers,
CMD. SF

(Operation) Mango Wood - Collab with Admiral Krank and His Mighty Band of Spacemen

Boxy Topper

Soundsplorations (2017-2019)

On the Pale Criss-Crossed Sand, High-Stepping, Fringed, Gauntleted, Stalked Some Fantastic Leviathan

Introduction in English:

My mother was always a smart woman, endowed with a naturally high intelligence .

Living alone with her sick father, she had to leave school already in the 6th grade and go to work in a factory.

When she later met my academically pre-educated father, she was introduced through him into the circles of the so-called " educated citizens ".

We then often had corresponding "nouveau riche" and "status conceit" parties in our large rented apartment. Here, my mother regularly got to feel the "fine", subtly deeply humiliating difference between the would-be educated and her as a despicably uneducated person.

At the same time, the would-be educated often had a style of communication that I call "trash talk" in this song. They often engaged in name-dropping by mentioning only the names of famous personalities without knowing anything more about their work. When asked more closely, they quickly changed the subject or texted you with some quarter-truth.

My mother, who was plagued by feelings of inferiority, was very intimidated by this, and it made her feel all the more stupid, uninteresting, and not socially acceptable.

At that time I was still too small. But I would have liked to turn back time for my mother's protection and sing this song at the highest volume to all these "trash talkers" standing on our dining room table at that time.

That the topic of "subtle differences" is a timeless one (I bow here to the wonderfully perceptive Pierre Bourdieu in this regard) is shown by the deep rifts that continue to exist between today's self-proclaimed "elite" and the supposed "primitives".

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Trash Talk

Just chat, don't think anymore, dislocate brain, be stupid 
Chattering sideways, never wavering, just no profundity, flatland

They remain one-dimensional, quite gloriously meaningless
The wordplay is all thin and stale, The shallow is all big with them

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk  

Are at many parties with colorful Smarties, with false eyelashes and pout 
No contacts, just meaningless verbal acts, word junk.

They are the heroes of the lazy mind, meaningless in the jelly glow 
Are narrow-minded, cheeky and brazen, persist in the one-legged dance

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk 

Have no enemies, no friends either, talk beside, nothing remains 
Leave only grease stains, can`t even bump, get stuck in the approach, nothing drifts 

Except: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)...

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Deutscher Originaltext

Trash Talk

Einfach quatschen, nicht mehr denken, Hirn ausrenken, Dumm sein 
Seitwärts plaudern, niemals zaudern, nur kein Tiefsinn, Flachland

Sie bleiben eindimensional, ganz herrlich bedeutungslos
Der Wortwitz ist ganz dünn und schal, Das Seichte ist bei ihnen ganz groß

Komm schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk  

Sind auf vielen Parties mit bunten Smarties, mit falschen Wimpern und Schmollmund 
Keine Kontakte, nur sinn-entschlackte Verbalakte, Wortschund.

Sie sind die Helden des faulen Geists, nichtssagend im geligen Glanz, 
Sind borniert, vorlaut und dreist, verharren im einbeinigen Tanz

Kommt schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk 

Haben keine Feinde, auch keine Freunde, reden daneben, nichts bleibt 
Hinterlaßen nur Fettflecken, können nicht mal anecken, bleiben im Ansatz stecken, nichts treibt 

Außer: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)…

Trash Talk

So.. I’m in my life partners studio for a few days and we are identifying as ‘spaced music warriors’, Mixing sounds and generally hitting a vibe when Mike’ pops by and lays some guitar stuff…..what do you know… a new falcon track is born.

Spaced 01V

Music:  PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Vocal & Lyrics:  Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix:  PJ Project

Lyrics:

I put myself aside
Did as you wanted
You never asked me how i feel..
I didn't say what i ment
Always let you to decide
What was the best for us...

But what about me?
What about my life?
I am just as precious as you...

I gave you control
To lead the way for us
Thought it would be easier for me...
I became invisible
Couldn't even see myself
But i didn't have the courage to say

What about me?
What about my life?
I am just as precious as you...

Ohhh, what about me?
What about my life?
I am just as precious as you...

I almost got lost
Became my own shadow
Was about to erase all of me..
I realized that I matter too
And i am just as important as you...

So what about me?
What about my life?
I am just as precious as you..

Change will come
I will take control
And not be quiet anymore..
I want to be seen
I want to be heard
When i speak out the words..

What about me?
What about my life?
I am just as precious as you....

What About Me   W/PJ Project

Tune popped out while exploring some lyrical concepts that I had been tossing around for a few years...ideas like what subconscious elements and forces lead one to make certain desperate decisions.   What drives me?  What values define my actions, etc... 

Milk Dutch Wheat and Mellow

PAY THE TOLL VIDEO https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DV6HCbCJdio (powerful, I think)

I want to thank Johnny https://soundcloud.com/johnnymc2 ...(No Killie Fish)
for his patience with this song. He knows the significance of this song to me and also champions those in need. Johnny is one of the most decent (and TALENTED) people I have ever known. (for those of you interested in a video I made for this song, …I provide a link above!!
 
I think it’s a very powerful message we have to all figure a better answer to the problem. I also want to thank Johnny for helping me bring some of my works to a better reality. Hopefully, having this song behind me, I'll be able to focus on some other songs waiting Johnny's magic touch.   
Lyrics
V1. There’s a young man, … standin’, … by the ramp,
to the Pennsylvania Highway.
It’s COLD outside, … Coffee’s Hot,
I reach out to pay the toll.
V2. It’s the downtown I see every day,
every slowed down main street corner.
Cardboard SIGNS, … hobo, … hats,
Not just SONS. … there’s someone’s, … DAUGHTER .
Bridge-1 Pay the tolls … …pay the tolls.
Chorus-1 Does he have a name? A mamma still, … to use it,
Wife, a friend… some family, … or just his thoughts alone.
It’s been a long time, …since there’s been a, … place called home.
Lost his dog, … his car, … Everything he owns.
All he’s got’s, this cardboard sign, and the clothing, on his back.
He’s homeless, hungry, … if it’s not too much to ask, …please pay the toll.
V3. Downtown hobo’s, ….residents
Of Underpass, … Hotels,
ain’t the RICH, … FAMOUS, … they might have been,
Livin’ these, luxury, … streets of hell,
Bridge-2 Pay the tolls, … God gives to the … blessed,
So, pay the toll, … to those with so much less,
Detroit City( to South Chicago, to the Appalachian Ridge,
there’s a broken soul, at every at every wayward bridge, Pay the toll.
Chorus-2 Ain’t saying, … he’s blameless, … how are, … you and I to know?
The whole world’s, … raining down, … on everything he owns.
If he’s got a name, … doesn’t have … a nickel to it.
He’s down to what you see, … and he don’t, … feel that much.
It’s the same, the whole world over, …London Bridges, … down to Seoul.
If you think you got, … a little left, … to spare, …kindly, pay the toll.
There’s a young man standin’ by the ramp,
to the Pennsylvania Highway.
Pay the tolls , … pay the tolls.