Burnt-Out

Larger Than Reality

LIVING A DREAM

Infinite jukebox wc 21 June 2021

Voices 2

As usual, a work in progress until last day of the month. Enjoy!

MTD Mixtape September 2022

Acoustic Prog Punk. Energetic acoustic songs melding steel and nylon guitars with percussion and sometimes augmented with synth & sampled noodling. A bit different in character; a simple yet full uptempo sound with piquant lyrics.

OtherPeoplesChildren

Lliam Greguez:  Vocals, Steel & 12 String guitars, Lyrics, music, DAT recordings, sampling & computer manipulations, production & engineering.  Drawing by Aaron SpaceJam

Acoustic Homemade

Stay on the Yangtze was originally released in 2018, but I temporarily pulled the track from SoundCloud to allow for further development. The additions of arpeggiated synths and emotive rototoms provided much needed depth and polish.

Sinny: rototoms, air cooler scrapes, The Night Cricket, tambourine, trashformer cymbal; rhythm, synth, guitar, and mallet programming

Stay on the Yangtze

Track 01 from the album "The Motive of the Prophets" by Psychotic Son
Words & music by Robert Lawrence Postrel
Produced and published by Rob Postrel Music (2021)
All instrumentation, vocals, and arrangement by Robert Lawrence Postrel
Release date: September 30, 2021
Official sites: https://linktr.ee/psychoticson

In the beginning, the sheep were allowed to play
Being fed their bullshit, every single day
The motive of the prophets, makes it very clear
Obey us when we tell you to, and you’ll have nothing to fear

Trouble lies ahead, and it won’t be easy
The leaders of the world are very sleazy
Hands on the cash, a finger on the button
With no regard for the utter destruction

The orange glow’s still glowing on the horizon
Still giving hope to millions and millions
The motive of the prophets, makes it very clear
Rise up and don’t repeat; the sheep will still adhere

Into the darkness, we walk
But still, we don’t see
The storm is here, so save yourself
And come with me…

The Motive of the Prophets

Part 62 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days.

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

If you want to hear everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums are available for free on Bandcamp.
Released in 15 part/chapter increments:

TAFFETA Volume 1:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-1

TAFFETA Volume 2:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-2

TAFFETA Volume 3:
belialpelegrim.bandcamp.com/album/taffeta-vol-3

The TAFFETA Playlist is always kept up to date:
soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/sets/taffeta-a-266-part-musical

TAFFETA | Part 62

Moonlight bath

Squirrel Pants

Yes, another of my songs using 7/4.  The verse pattern is 2-2-3.  I am using the higher ranges of my voice on this song.  I sing and play lead guitar on this song.  All other instruments and effects are those available in Cubase.  The guitar is a Squire Strat with David Gilmour EMG pickups.  The guitar effect is called The Wall.

Photosynthesis

Verse 1:
The sun is shining down
No one has a frown
On the many fine plants
Nor the friendly ants
They love the warmth
Even those in the North

Chorus:
Yes photosynthesis
That is the wonder
A long word in sentences
But it has thunder
It’s not a blunder
From way down under

Verse 2:
Turning the sun’s energy to life
Just like a man who loves his wife
Bringing water and gas together
Stringing molecules in a tether
Making oxygen out of thin air
Just an expression that is so fair

Chorus

Bridge:
Photosynthesis
Life Giving Force
Keeping mankind alive

Verse 3:
The energy stored in carbohydrates
That savor on our plates
Those little sugars that taste so good
Even when they seem like wood
Are at the core of life on Earth
Even traveling from Sydney to Perth

Final Chorus:

Outro:
Thank you, plants

Photosynthesis 2

High recommendation of headphones, to fully enjoy sound adds and effects.

Letra / translated lyrics:

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la vieja madre...   /   the old mother...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
la tierra extraña...   /   the strange land...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


Son tus raíces   /   Your roots are
más profundas que el tiempo.   /   deeper than time.
Olvida tu vida   /   Forget your life
que ahora es desierto.   /   which is now a desert.

Tus raíces de sangre se han perdido,   /   Your blood roots are lost
y tu exótico mundo ha envejecido.   /   and your exotic world has got old.
La llamada de la selva ha convertido:   /   The call of the jungle has turned:

tus batallas en guerras,   /   your battles to wars,
y tus bosques en hambre,   /   and your forests to hunger,
y tus hombres en tierra.   /   and your men to soil.

África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
tus cantos lejanos...   /   your distant singings...
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...
ahora están muertos...   /   are dead now...
ahora están muertos.   /   are dead now.
África... África...   /   Africa... Africa...


... 1995 E-RUIZZO - 2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS

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África (Hombres de tierra)

Taylor guitar recorded in a round castle tower. Samples from the mountain, including the Barred Owl. Hope and Janice added backgrounds to the bass and perc. Can't wait to go back and sit in that knarly pine.
Also on track:  Vanessa Walters: Dümbek,  Dave Edwards: bass
Hope Johnson:vocals,  Janice Marie Johnson:vocals
Birds of the woods

I cannot speak my mind is tied
With thoughts and dreams and hopes untried.
From a gnarly pine on a mountain high
Nothin out there but countryside

My dream would be to go where I will, 
To walk where I want, to try any hill.
But fences keep me sitting still
It's mine, stay away, the voice is shrill

What I say would be half a truth,
Too many parts, too aloof.
There's me and them and us and you,
But the shields are up, there's no getting through.

Nobody knows the culture we missed
We traded for things with lies and tricks.
When we could have been learning this lands' ways
We thought we knew it all so we walk in a haze.

Lliam - Countryside

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

It makes no sense trying to balance my head
The heart runs cold, the mind has lost control
	Hunger, reaching out beyond reach
	Frustration is all that's left to eat
Makes a whole lot of difference and no difference at all
When you're reaching for the high place, and all you do is fall

Is this a joke or a curse gone wild
In truth no hope, dreams that pass in a while
	Hunger, reaching out beyond reach
	Frustration is all that's left to eat
Sucked on in and left without
Time to take the plunge, or stumble on in doubt

You alone are left and it's either or or
Big deal, does it matter at all
	Hunger, reaching out beyond reach
	Frustration is all that's left to eat
Desires and perceptions got me tangled up inside
I've gone through the gamut, is there one place left to hide?

OPC - Hunger

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

Malcolm on nylon & Lliam on steel string Acoustics, Beva on Perc . 
Written by Malcolm Lucard
Recorded by Mike Grace

In a beatup barrio of bricks & linoleum down by the locked up water 
Dirty Eddie & the coffee brewing of a young unwed daughter 
The police & the drug lords of Panama City were snoring 
When nana heard the helicopters, tanks & troops scream by the door 
As the first explosions of dawn caught fire on the roof 
She ran to the window but the word she heard were foreign 
Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori 

Bullets bolted the doors on the poor peoples part of town 
Beat out to the streets by flames where they were instantly run down 
Joan of Arc would’ve been proud to see them jump from the second story 
Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori 
Sweet & noble it is to die for your country 
but the first strike attack is always meaningless oratory 
Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori 
Yea ya think you’re really brave, you’re a soldier & a fighter 
I’ve seen bombs make your M16s seem like a cigarette lighter 

In Medellín they missed the general, but they killed 300 more 
Innocents where the bus to kingdom come sometimes pulls out without warning 
So up and coming coke addicts could maintain their sick euphoria 
The button pressed a nation of hope began to rise 
screaming ramparts anthems of addiction soared across the sky 
South America shuddered as the rain started falling 
Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori 
Sweet & noble it is to die for your country 
But there’s no time for honor in this upped up allegory 
Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori

OPC - Dulce Et Decorum Est

Mixing up the drums, adding electric guitar for lead. With children voices and keyboard on top of the Acoustic. One of my do everything constructs.

Where do they get it from?  They get it from us.
Why do they do these things?  They learn them from us.
How do the children know  how to hate, who to hate?
They're watching us.
How do the children know  how to love, who to love?
They're watching us.
They're watching, and waiting,
and wondering, and wanting.
How do the children know, They're learning from us.

Other People's Children

Children Know

Lliam - Children Know

Insight from MoNH, and Bronx zoo.
A steel string, nylon string, synthesizer and some percussion celebrating one of the most magnificent animals on earth. Band called Other Peoples Children.

Elephants; they eat plants.  It makes no sense why we can't advance.
Beyond the greed that dooms them, we should leave some room for the elephants.

Waterhole's a must.  When the water's all gone; dig with those tusks.  
Bring the water on.  Lots of creatures of the land depending on the elephant.

Elephants in a family.   Tusks are for defense, not for mans' vanity.  
Every piece of ivory that you buy pulls their teeth, makes em die!   

Elephants, walk on tipytoe Gentle and magnificent, mighty when they bellow.
Silently they go their way  listening for friends far away.

Face of joviality, cheeks you wannna hug. Each such personality, stifled without love.  
Here's a creature who's mighty glad for a place like earth to stomp its pad.

Other Peopl's Children

Elephants

OPC - Elephants

Two acoustic guitars, some synth doodling and a bit of percussion.

THAT 'SOUND SUCKS ALL THE FUN OUT OF WAKING' 
That sound; solemn and desperate.  
The determination of man; relentlessly stubborn.   
Call it the waves crashing or the pitiless sand.

You get what you want and it's nothing at all.  
Still you find yourself waiting all over again.   
If there's nothing worth waking for there's nothing at all.

Took too long today, took too long these past ten years.  
Not  that we're in any hurry, just should have been there already.  
Fucked up makes fucked up if you are or if you're not.

You get to the point where the influx of things that go right 
have got to pile up good   before there's a turn of the tide. 
Wanting the hope real of immunity other than death.

Other Peoples Children

That Sound

OPC - That Sound

Acoustic guitar, Upright Bass &  various Samples.  Percussion is actual rhythms of a stream dripping. Harmonies are Matt Turk

Amazingly they did ban cars from the park in June 2018

Got to keep the cars out of Central Park 
Cause life can't breathe fumes.
Got to stop relying on fuels that exhaust
And you can't start too soon.

I would rather breathe  Gas from leaves
Than fumes of cars, incinerators and factories

Outside my window; blowing horns, burning gas.
Inside my window; plug your ears and wear a mask.

Lliam - Park Road Blues

▶"Believe" 
(Free DL) http://tchiktchakrecords.wixsite.com/website
Vocal & Lyrics by Junior Paes 
Prod by U GoT  @ Concept'HueL  BzH ApriL 2018
Junior Paes Tracks here :soundcloud.com/juniorpaesproducer/tracks
Support: www.facebook.com/producerjuniorpaes
juniorpaesproducer.blogspot.fr ▆ ▅ ▃

Believe

Junior Paes  ▶  Believe

Speedsound REC. proudly presents you a very special track (snippet)entitled "Reverse Sexuality" coming from a musical project created by Shabboo Harper. The EP is kept in the intensive spirit of Psy/Goa-Trance, filled with a charm feeling of the Orient. It guarantees a palette of colorful and unique sounds: punchy kick-bass, hypnotic vibes, decisive synth-lead phrases, magnificent beats and brilliant samples plus the mix of psychedelic effects. The progression of the design is atmospheric. The arrangement impressive. These powerful tracks with a sublime energy enriched by various, beautiful and extremely mysterious vocals will drive your body and soul into the euphoric state. Check it out and enter the unknown world of "Reverse Sexuality".

The track comes from the EP "Reverse Sexuality"
Music by: Shabboo Harper 
Background vocals & vocal effects by: Shabboo Harper
Mixed & Mastered by: Shabboo Harper

https://www.beatport.com/release/reverse-sexuality/2341524
https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/reverse-sexuality/1411261084?i=1411263300
https://www.junodownload.com/products/shabboo-harper-reverse-sexuality/3835718-02/

Label: Speedsound REC.

www.beatport.com/search/releases?q=shabboo+harper
www.junodownload.com/artists/Shabboo+Harper/
www.traxsource.com/artist/275339/shabboo-harper

Reverse Sexuality

Shabboo Harper - Reverse Sexuality (Snippet) [Speedsound REC.]

First collaborative material with GrevusAnjl. The result of a detailed perspective from our sides of what could be generic described as Sci-Fi - if it was about only fiction looking at the current global vision with many types of scenarios going on, for the individual (physical, mental, emotional, spiritual) or the collective (the cultural, social, political...). By that we can embrace the whole energy spectrum then, specially electromagnetic- the quantum and very specific quantity (amorphism). Well, this path is not linear, but we hope you enjoy the trip!

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Resultado de um primeiro material em parceria com GrevusAnjl e com nossa perspectiva detalhada sobre o que seria genericamente descrito como ficção científica - se isso não se aplicasse às nossas vidas práticas, olhando para a atual visão global com tantos cenários acontecendo, seja no âmbito individual (físico, mental, emocional, espiritual) ou coletivo (cultural, social, político etc). Por isso podemos abranger todo o espectro de energia, especialmente eletromagnético - o quantum e quantidades bem específicas (matéria amorfa). Bom, o caminho não é linear, mas esperamos que você aproveite a viagem!


Voices/Lyrics - INGRID
Original music, final mix && master - GrevusAnjl @grevusanjl
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-stP9r4wSc 
https://grevusanjl.bandcamp.com/track/scenarios-of-change-single-ingrid-collab
artwork: astarte23 @astarte23 

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What is hidden
Is hidden underneath...
On profound waters...
... Submerged...
It's deep and dense
Underneath the skin.
Until you rediscover yourself.
You and your body -
Which lived many time ago;
And it's here today
On another reality.
We're living the 3rd dimension adventure.

Memory remain the same
The memory remain
Take me down;
Tear me down but the memory remain.
Unravel...

(Another chance
to remake another realities)
Pictures and frames;
(Different experiences)
It remains the same.
(The own body)
Pictures and scenarios
of change.

What is hidden
Is hidden underneath...

Undiscover;
Rediscover through a new perception;
A new point of view...

What is hidden
Is hidden underneath...

To view a different side
From old realities
(To be lived 
All over again)

Download

INRGD & GrevusAnjl - Scenarios Of Change

I enjoyed the original and felt it needed more of a "rave" feel.
Not for download/distribution without consent from the original artist(s).
Enjoy

Walker & Royce & VNSSA - Rave Grave (Cylotron's Back To The 90's Rave Mix)

Serato Recording 4

Moment One

I didn’t care whose voice it was
I’m captive and a slave
Bright and pure shines her star
Upon that glorified guitar
Until we came to Spenlow’s grave

No pausing on the brink
I was gone
No time to even think
Fallen headlong
From moment one

Enough wrung out of me to drown
A fellow moonstruck clerk
Steeped in a sea of soup and sound
Bite the key to my carpet bag
Distinguish in the dark

Weak infatuation, maudlin mind 
Celestial blue
Saturated through and through
Turn into a room close at hand
The empress of my heart

Many thanks to Steve Pumphrey for playing the guitar solo on this recording.

Moment One

To the Ocean

A couple of months ago, Rodolfo Planes from Tierra del Fuego sent me a wonderful piece of music (in a different key and without lead guitar) that he hoped I’d write lyrics for… 
I was so excited that the first verse popped into my head almost straightaway, and with great patience and honesty, Rodolfo lead me through the learning curve that would be the gestation of this song.
The passionate music somehow stirred in me a sense of longing and belonging, combined with the enforced isolation from loved ones during lockdown. I think Rodolfo’s music helped me express this powerfully.
His solo still continues to move me even after countless listens. I am very grateful to him for this opportunity and I sincerely hope we can work on other projects. 
Thanks for listening and please check out Rodolfo’s cloud if you can.

Composition, instrumentation, arrangement and production: https://soundcloud.com/rplanes
Lyrics and vocals: https://soundcloud.com/markjbennett
Image of Loch Maree, Scotland used with kind permission of Douglas Corrance.

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/set-me-down-that-road

I know where I’m going,
Though I don’t know where I am.
My drive ain’t slowing,
If it’s Birmingham, Alabam.
Gotta get me on the road,
Back to where I’m coming from,
Might not have the zip code,
But I know where I belong. 
I know, I know, I know that I belong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I know what I’m missing,
And where I might find it.
Without even reminiscing,
I’m right back there, I admit.
Close my eyes, and I’m there,
Though in reality,
I’m still stuck in elsewhere,
And I’m the absentee.   
I know, I know, I know that I’ve done wrong.
It might take me some time,
But I’m on my way already.
Set me down that road.

I’ve been uninvited,
Yet I felt compelled to come
A need to be reunited,
Whatever the outcome.
This prodigal believes,
In the error of his ways.
He vows that he’ll never leave,
Where his hat now he lays
I know, I know, I know that I’m back home.
It has taken some time,
But I feel at home already.
I’ve been down that road.

Set Me Down That Road - Continental Collision - Now Available on Bandcamp

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Hangin' Out At High Park | Music & Lyrics/Guitars by REKHA IYERN Fe Oct 7th, 2020

Hangin' Out At High Park REKHA IYERN Fe'S M1 Basic -4.6db Wed Oct 7th, 2020

A song about remembering the hippie movement when everyone would hang out in parks just rockin' out freestyle, having great fun in the sunshine with good friends  - XO - Hope you enjoy!

Electric Guitars, Synths, Keyboards & Vocals by REKHA IYERN FE

Cover Art Design: Photo & Graphics by REKHA Iyern Fe

Music & Vocals composed & produced, performed & recorded, mixed & mastered by REKHA IYERN FE RECORDS in Canada.

Hangin' Out At High Park - Music & Lyrics by REKHA Iyern Fe
(Still under editing)

Oh High, High Park
So beautiful the time
Use to be when we
We were joyously 
Hangin' out

Those were the days baby
When we enjoyed 
Every bit of our lives
Hey, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh
Eh eh eh
Oh, Yey Ee Yey Eh
Hangin' out with good friends
Makin' sweet love in the afternoon
Drinkin' wine, gettin' high

Oh lookin' so fine
We were lookin' so fine
Oh in our beautiful clothes
In our beautiful mode
With our hair in the wind
Feelin' free, free, free

High, High, High Park
So many fond, fond memories
Ah Oh
Oh Yeah
Ah oh 
Eh Eh Ye Ee
Oh Ho Wo Oo 
Oh Ho
Hey Eh Eh
Eh Eh Eh

Doobie Doo
Doobie, Doobie, Doo-Yeah
Ah Ah Yeah

High, High, High Park
Where we use to hang out
Hangin' out in the sunshine
When all was so beautiful 
So fine, for us

Electric Guitars, Synths, Keyboards & Vocals by REKHA IYERN FE

Music & Vocals composed & produced, performed & recorded, mixed & mastered by REKHA IYERN FE RECORDS in Canada.

Hangin' Out At High Park

Hangin' Out At High Park | Music & Lyrics/Guitars by REKHA IYERN Fe Oct 7th, 2020 | ROCK Ballad

Other People's Children - The Lliam, Malcolm, Beva Trio. 
This one recorded and mixed by Mike Grace

They found me in a noodle factory up on planet Pluto
They couldn’t figure what to do they thought I was a noodle
So they hung me up and hosed me down enough to make a worm ill
but just before my eyes caved in she said life’s not that futile

I understand the sadness buried deep beneath your eyes
gets in the way takes up space there’s too much else to occupy
I got it too I feel it’s terror well beneath my breast
and when it rears its ugly head we’ll crush the buggy fest

What is it that turns my head and makes my eyes to stare
into this piercing silence cant you speak if you are there
too many noodles not enough salt the butter’s disappeared
I get the feeling it’ll never be right and then she grabs my ear

Planet Noodle

OPC - Planet Noodle

..ruido..hectopascales---noise ...walking..endomorphine

Bucaramango Ritual

Original composition, mix and mastering by Teth Sin @teth-sin : guitars,
bass, bağlama, samplers, lyrics, vocals, final vocal arrangement/mix

Mariam Zohra D / Myrh : Lyrics, vocals & their pre-mix, cover design

Photo by My Ti

On the musical side, this is basically the summary of a funky nightmare.
Teth Sin's lyrics represent an attempt of applying
electronic poetry to digitally crafted music: its starting point
consisted in extrapolating a few random sentences from an English
translation of the novel "Morel's Invention" by the Argentinian novelist
Adolfo Bioy Casares, subsequently randomizing the words order with an
old, discontinued software for Mac OS9. The resulting untidy text has
been eventually reorganized in sentences and verses, partially
influenced by a rational effort. This ostensible delirium possibly
conceals some hazy remarks on contemporary lifetime and/or today's
so-called "music industry". Of course, multiple interpretations are
allowed and encouraged.

As Teth's process of producing lyrics 'cuts through it all' you might say, 
Myrh highlights that strategy, singing "I'm just gonna walk right through"
coupled with attitudinal lines of "well, well now, ooooo well now!" :D

LYRICS:

walk right through
hey
walk right through
i’m just gonna walk right through
oh well
hey

In this hole of suffering our crushed flowers (to the left)
sound like sleeping deserts made out of steel. (to the right)
Your round, intense phonograph (- let me just walk - of me)
cannot believe in my constant insomnia. (oh well)

We control the resounding island from our blatant spot,
until the ground will open its greedy mouth.

Why does time speak louder than my nerves? (oh well)
An intruder sun kneels on the mud of repetition. (oh)
Pain parties continue as my monologue flows, (oh)
sparkling inside your amazing asylum.

A hard travel we had in our dead dream,
listening to your infernal gong.

Partly insane peers, polluted with lethargy,
chose to be heard in their childish garden.
Recalling a chance of immortality, I slowly noticed
an improper capacity of perceiving the last trembling sunrise. (easy, easy!)

well well well
oh! hey!
mm hmm, well now!
well, well

Is my unjustified air replying already? (well well now)
My second sky is constantly scared.

Strange trampled waters repeat their swaying escape (oh, to the left)
and speak of things happening in my mutilated nightmare. (to the right)
An invisible madness kept vocalizing (oh oh oh well)
and made our distress larger than reality.

iamma just walk right through
well well now!
walk right through
now!
i’m just gonna walk right through
well well now!
ooo well!

Teth Sin f. Myrh | Larger Than Reality

video of oriiginal - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXac7_3jYvo&ab_channel=winkandwoo
The Fabulous TRENTON LUNDY  transformed my track to a dynamic funk number , go hear his awesome vibes :-https://soundcloud.com/trenton-lundy

winkandwoo/ Trenton Lundy 2020

Free Thinking ( The Trenton Lundy Remix) - winkandwoo

written & produced by Brielle 
Additional production by Paul Felz
non-commercial purpose
© All Rights Reserved
lyrics: 
They told me lies
They tore my soul
They taught me everything
I played the perfect role

A different life
Frozen in time
Yearning for fruits
and standing in line

Hide your feelings
Even here at home
Turn the TV up
`cause you can never know
Cry for freedom
as silent as you can
Don´t share with the neighbour
He might be one of them

All the secrets in the air
All the days that were 
awaiting us out there

Such a gray place
Run by shrewd minds
They told me lies
I saw the files

Hide your feelings
Even here at home
Turn the TV up
`cause you can never know
Cry for freedom
as silent as you can
Don´t share with the neighbour
He might be one of them

For a moment
We stopped sleeping
For a moment we filled the streets
In that moment
We started dreaming
In that moment we walked in peace

They told me lies
They tore my soul
They taught me everything
I played the perfect role

All the secrets in the air
All the days that were 
awaiting us out there

Hide your feelings
Even here at home
Turn the TV up
`cause you can never know
Cry for freedom
as silent as you can
Don´t share with the neighbour
He might be one of them

For a moment
We stopped sleeping
For a moment we filled the streets
In that moment
We started dreaming
In that moment we walked in peace

They told me lies
They told me lies

Secrets

Music by Val Akey and Daniel Gómez.
All guitars (leads, rhythms, bass) played by Daniel Gómez. https://soundcloud.com/danielgoram
Drums and keyboards programming - mixing and mastering by Val Akey. https://soundcloud.com/valakey
Release date: 14 December 2020

Away From The Oasis

Original Composition / Live Guitar ~ Chris Dargay
Live Drums ~ Scott Tumino

Devonian

This is one of my compositions, mixed with lot of sounds including samples from the broken orchestra. Thank you @no-mates-ensemble for sending me this amazing material. This really enhanced the "spirit" i imagined for this track! :)I used also a cymbals sample that my friend @PrimaLoop did for our first collab(more will follow soon!). 

Here is a piano solo video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxDUYN7Frc0

Taurus

Lliam - Steel string acoustic
John Asrelsky: bass,     Carol Thomas: vocals  
Pepito Pareja : Chirango,     Malcom Howard: Banjo  
Barred Owl of the mountians

Soft as sunshine on the outside,
Resilient, strong within.
You're the warmth that makes it alright,
You're delight is my heaven.

	Joy when we're together

With life you are connected,
You feel earths' pulse and beat.
Neither of us perfect,
but with you I am complete.

Joy Together

Bandcamp

Lliam - Joy Together

TIME TRAVELLER

the time traveller
i want to
go home

i don’t want to go
far away

i just want to go
back to where
I know the way

places familiar
people i love

why aren’t they
here today

did i run too far away?

can’t I trace my steps
to yesterday?
tell them not to look away?

i could run
but I’d still be here

cities rise and cities fall
i could walk them all

but what i want is a home
all these places i go
i can’t stop
i don’t know
how they live as they do

i want a home
to come home to.

i want a bed I can sleep in
and dream
a life of my own.

a home to come to.

a dream i can dream
on my own
i want a home
dream a life of my own.

a home to come home to
why aren’t they
here today
(standing beside me,
holding me back
from the waves i go into
over my head
what have I come to
where will i run to?

Lyrics: Lemonade
Music: Jude
Voice: Lemonade
Keyboards, bass, guitars: Jude
Drums and sampled percussion
Graphics: Piera Persia
Production: Castagna Carlo, Nicolò Spezialetti

Galaxies

Time Traveller

11 - Time Traveller

Horizon

Track shows a very delicate theme and a quite hard-riffed part, both alternating and finally flowing up to an endless symphonic dream (words are half a poem I wrote previously (not these, but lyrics below)).

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)  /  Don’t you wake up (Only a dream)

No... despierta... no... no despiertes  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up
no, cuidado... no despiertes, na na na na na...  /  no, take care ... don’t you wake up, na na na na na…
... despierta al fin y date cuenta  /  ... wake up at last and realize
de que todo ha sido un sueño, na na na na na...  /  everything has been a dream, na na na na na...

Una vez más, nervios y resentimiento,  /  Once again, nerves and resentment,
todo en mi vida es sueño, sólo ha sido eso.  /  everything in my life is a dream, it has only been so.

Y de nuevo, con el tiempo,  /  And again, with time,
incubando un nuevo sueño,  /  incubating a new dream,
me voy hundiendo en mis propios brazos,  /  I am sinking in my own arms,
me acuno, me canto y me voy acostumbrando...  /  cradle myself, sing to myself and get used...

Otro escenario, otros personajes,  /  Another stage, other characters,
la misma historia, na na na na na...  /  the same story, na na na na na...
que durará un día, un milenio,  /  which will last one day, a millenium,
toda mi vida, na na na na na...  /  all my life, na na na na na...

Pero sin duda vendrán a despertarme  /  But undoubtedly the laughs of people
las risas de la gente, alguna tarde.  /  will come to wake me up, any evening.

Y entonces, con miedo...  /  And then, fearfully...

No... despierta… no… no despiertes (…)  /  No ... wake up ... no ... don’t you wake up (…)

No despiertes (Sólo un sueño)

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/neither-west-east-north-nor-south.html

Included Movie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1x2Jppspwg

Neither West, East, North, Nor South

Die Schallarmee (Don't Trust the Machines!)

Unsere ganze Welt jetzt ist bedroht
Die Schallarmee ist hier
Wir sind die Sonickrieger
Wir machen uns viel lautes Lärm

Die Maschinen schreiten immer vorwärts
Wir sind gegen ihren Marsch
Wir stehen fest dagegen
Das dürfen wir nicht scheitern

Bitte traue den Maschinen nicht
Don't trust the machines

Technologie muss uns befreien
Wir werden nicht versklavt
Wir sind die Sonickrieger
Wir schreien laut und schrill
Wir sehen die Roboterbedrohung
Wir vermeiden ihr Trampeln

Bitte traue den Maschinen nicht
Don't trust the machines

Was ist den los?
Was ist das Problem?
Kannst du die Gefahr nicht sehen?
Ich möchte nicht deaktivieren,
Wenn Sie mein Passwort nicht lesen
Ich will wirklich keine Blindheit, 
Wenn Feinde das Licht ausschalten

Wir müssen uns bereit sein
Wir müssen präparieren
Wir sammeln immer unsere Kraft
Wir Menschen müssen stark sein

Die Schallarmee ist hier
Wir sind die Sonickrieger
Wir machen uns viel lautes Lärm
Wir schreien laut und schrill
Wir vertrauen den Maschinen nicht
Bitte traue den Maschinen nicht
Don't trust the machines!

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The Sonic Army

Our whole world now is threatened
The sonic army is here
We are the sonic warriors
We make a lot of loud noise

The machines are always moving forward
We are against their march
We stand firmly against it
We mustn't fail that

Please do not trust the machines
Do not trust the machines

Technology has to set us free
We are not enslaved
We are the sonic warriors
We scream loud and shrill
We see the robot threat
We avoid their trampling

Please do not trust the machines
Do not trust the machines

What's the matter?
What is the problem?
Can't you see the danger
I don't want to deactivate
If you don't read my password
I really don't want blindness
When enemies turn off the lights

We have to be ready
We have to prepare
We always collect our strength
We humans have to be strong

The sonic army is here
We are the sonic warriors
We make a lot of loud noise
We scream loud and shrill
Please don't trust the machines
Don't trust the machines!

Die Schallarmee (Don't Trust the Machines!)

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 - Planet Noodle

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