OPC is 
Lliam Steel string, voc, Malcolm - Nylon string, voc, 
John - Bass, Beva - percussion
Recorded live to 2-track

The waters of Long Island Sound  were home and life to me
I'd fish on gentle buoyant swells rake oyster from the sea
clams I'd dig from the muddy shore    where kingfishers were angling
A seaweed coast on the Island of Shells   called Seawahakie.

And you can see the sun sparkle on the water
waters that give life to everything around
The marsh lands and bays are a heritage that nurtures
the deep quiet waters of the Long Island sound.

This arm of the Atlantic Ocean  glaciers dug 20 miles wide
The Quinipiac, Connecticut, and  Housatonic  flow into its tides
From the river called East to Orient Point;  110 as the seagull flies
For 5,000 years   cared for by the Delaware tribe.

Now the harbors are becoming    lifeless liquid poison
Our wastes breed bacteria    which suck up the oxygen
Toxics dumped by industry or plastic dropped by one person
It's a life supporting body    or a dead sea question

My life is filled with gull cries and   a constant muffled pounding swoosh
Music that is passed by    in a modern rush and push
Don't forget how we're dependent  on the health of plants and fish
If we take care of the waters    rejoicing in its gifts.

OPC - Deep Quiet Waters / Two Headed Calf

A guitar synth jam from The Look of Utter Disbelief

The Look of Utter Disbelief

Zoid

LoUD - Zoid

Lliam, Chad, Malcolm & Gary reveling in the artistry that nature is.

Thru tunnels of tower towards starlight trees
Creating a canopy of effervescent green 
On to marshland by the sea
Where egrets glide to green grassed waters unseen

Mimicking cry from branches beyond
Answering warbling wren's plaintive song
Next to you is where I belong
But when I get there I find that you've gone

Cascading crescendo from crevasses high
On cloud fluffed mountains water whirls down by
Fields and meadows gaze at sun soaked sky
They speak of answers but don't ask why

What are you  are you (saying/insane)
Could it be  (are you /cause you're) speaking to me
Must be the artist's artist
It's living  living calligraphy

Any of Several Weasels

Calligraphy

AoSW - Calligraphy

Lliam, Chad, Malcolm, & Gary
A quick weekend at Inner Ear Studio. 
Recorded & mixed by Don Zientara
Mastering by Tom Scheponik at The SoundLAB

I come to you cause you hold out your hand
Imagination took its toll of the plan
And then returning with the promise of more
Again to leave without its reward.

Just a lure

Give me unyielding truth, 
the depth beyond the deep
the light that never sleeps.
No desperation, no dissipation
A see through situation.

So you know desire’s in my heart
This dangling brightness could sure tear me apart
Delight in seeing didn’t say what’s in store
I want I take and I don’t know what for.

Can’t help love the surface it’s a marvelous thing
To see the distant sky and yet breath the air it brings
Take this lie dissected or leave its despair
Find the waters edge and climb out right there.

Just a Lure

AoSW - Just A Lure

Thank you for listening

Written, performed and recorded by Neurotic Beauties, Bremen 2020, all rights reserved.

Lyrics:
You don´t see what comes up to you
You ignore the signs of the time

Welcome to the future, welcome to the future, welcome to the future

The change is here but you still dream
Don´t you think it´s time to get up?

Welcome to the future...

You are caught in distraction
Which pill do you take?
The red one or the blue one?

Welcome to the future...

We´re surrounded by fear of
being insignificant
losing the job
violence
war
losing control
being homeless
fail
losing face

We are surrounded by needs:
kisses
money
friends
cosmetic surgery
tupperware
houses
erotic
cars
security
fashion
love

We´re surrounded by entertainment:
news
sports
parties
tv
gaming
twitter
pornhub
shopping
movies
music
gossip
arts
politics

Welcome to the future...

Welcome To The Future

Written by Melanie Crew
Performed by Melanie Crew and Ross Palmer
Mixed and produced by Ross Palmer

Holborn Hill

Edmund's mother would drive sometimes for days. Never going anywhere, just somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't there. Another burned out sign to a cheap motel; deep in the humid swamps of the bitter south. A time to stop and rest for a day, maybe two. This life inside her was wanting to see the world.
 Flames and retribution and shame, an archaic remnant to what wanted her to speak no more. Edmund was to be born that day in the swamps.  That day when the cicadas roared like a chorus through sweat and fire. The traveler was born at 3:33 pm

The Fold

The Fold./Ballad of a Traveler part 2

https://theshaolinsniper.bandcamp.com/album/sniper-shock

© 2020 Ayushman Dasgupta
Lyrics
Hook:
I'm mad

Verse 1:
Can't anticipate whether its luck or fate
but I have come to hate how I concentrate 
all my time and effort on my dream endeavor 
with nothing to show for it but still I go for it 
and still I hope for it but get nothing in return
I feel the dejection, anger and frustration burn
on the outside, I smile with a happy face
but on the inside I suffer, I wanna torch this place

Hook:
I'm mad

Mad ( Prod. Psycho Joe)

The days of humid continued as the new life struggled to live. Time was a whirlwind of nights and hiding. The songs of the ancients echoed in streams and cicadas. A place far from harm, safe in the bed of the forest.

The Thorn in Absolution

Lyrics: Von Der Liebe by Khalil Gibran (*1883 - 1931)
One of the greatest poets ever.

Song written, performed and recorded by Neurotic Beauties, 2020, all rights reserved. 
Thank you for listening :)

Lyrics by Khalil Gibran:
Wenn die Liebe dir winkt, folge ihr,
sind ihre Wege auch schwer und steil.
Und wenn ihre Flügel dich umhüllen, gib dich ihr hin,
Auch wenn das unterm Gefieder versteckte Schwert dich verwunden kann.

Und wenn sie zu dir spricht, glaube an sie,
auch wenn ihre Stimme deine Träume zerschmettern kann
wie der Nordwind den Garten verwüstetet.

Denn so, wie die Liebe dich krönt, kreuzigt sie dich.
So wie sie dich wachsen lässt, beschneidet sie dich.
So wie sie emporsteigt zu deinen Höhen
und die zartesten Zweige liebkost, die in der Sonne zittern,
steigt sie hinab zu deinen Wurzeln
und erschüttert sie in Ihrer Erdgebundenheit.

Wie Korngarben sammelt sie dich um sich.
Sie drischt dich, um dich nackt zu machen.
Sie siebt dich, um dich von deiner Spreu zu befreien.
Sie mahlt dich, bis du weiß bist.
Sie knetet dich, bis du geschmeidig bist;

Und dann weiht sie dich ihrem heiligem Feuer,
damit du heiliges Brot wirst für Gottes heiliges Mahl.
All dies wird die Liebe mit dir machen,
damit du die Geheimnisse deines Herzens kennenlernst
und in diesem Wissen ein Teil vom Herzen des Lebens wirst.

Aber wenn du in deiner Angst nur die Ruhe
und die Lust der Liebe suchst,
dann ist es besser für dich, deine Nacktheit zu bedecken
und vom Dreschboden der Liebe zu gehen.

In die Welt ohne Jahreszeiten, wo du lachen wirst,
aber nicht dein ganzes Lachen,
und weinen,
aber nicht all deine Tränen.

Liebe gibt nichts als sich selbst
und nimmt nichts als von sich selbst.
Liebe besitzt nicht,
noch läßt sie sich besitzen;
Denn die Liebe genügt der Liebe.

Und glaube nicht,
du kannst den Lauf der Liebe lenken,
denn die Liebe, wenn sie dich für würdig hält,
lenkt deinen Lauf.

Liebe hat keinen anderen Wunsch, als sich zu erfüllen.
Aber wenn du liebst und Wünsche haben mußt, sollst du dir dies wünschen:
Zu schmelzen und wie ein plätschernder Bach zu sein,
der seine Melodie der Nacht singt.

Den Schmerz allzu vieler Zärtlichkeit zu kennen.
Vom eigenen Verstehen der Liebe verwundet zu sein;
Und willig und freudig zu bluten.

Bei der Morgenröte mit beflügeltem Herzen zu erwachen
und für einen weiteren Tag des Liebens dankzusagen;
Zur Mittagszeit zu ruhen
und über die Verzückung der Liebe nachzusinnen;

Am Abend mit Dankbarkeit heimzukehren;
Und dann einzuschlafen
mit einem Gebet für den Geliebten im Herzen
und einem Lobgesang auf den Lippen.

Von Der Liebe

Neurotic Beauties Featuring Khalil Gibran - Von Der Liebe

Steal you a Flower

Lliam Greguez is a macro ice photographer who captures freezing moments of a mountain stream and a creative arts therapist who, before C-19, used music to engage chronically ill children in five hospitals around New York City.

He also unlooses his experimental tendencies with five albums - a pair of Acoustic, a pair of Electric, and one Ambient. 

The acoustics are: Other People’s Children in English and La Yola in Spanish, the latter written by Dominican artist Luis Días. Each showcase uptempo acoustic music that could be labeled anti-pop with a unique essence accompanied by deliberative lyrics.

Then the two rock albums also contain one by Luis Días and one by the trio "Any of Several Weasels" reveling in the electric guitar sound. Luis' album is driven by Caribbean rhythms, while AoSW fuses punk and progressive.

Meanwhile, the "Look of Utter Disbelief" explores synth, sampling, and guitar improvisations.

Be sure to check out Lliam's website for a taste of his ice photography and stories from working with hospitalized children.

OPC - Deep Quiet Waters / Two Headed Calf

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