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Tradacoustic series no. 439

Music, mostly recent, a few days old, a few weeks.

created: 2025/10/24

note: the capitalized "Aditional tags" are Soundcloud's suggestions

hk_tradacoustic_439

Tea R. Sea's Picks

PBP - Power Business Phrases

i love that bass

I Love That Bass

In which our hero attempts a mic drop in zero G.

Thanks to @Dynameks for the drums and djembe. 

H/t to the wife for the song title and reference to "For All Mankind" season 3. (I'll make her a sci-fi nerd yet!)

Influences: Soul Coughing, Beastie Boys, DJ Shadow.

Martian Abortion

Thanks  Compulsive Movement Records for this one!

https://soundcloud.com/compulsivemovementrecords

Pure Unadulterated Bass

Beatport

https://youtube.com/@octaviusbass
Videolink
https://youtu.be/mBmt8xfHI60

https://octaviusbass.fanlink.tv/u9UP

Get Ready For The Bass - Octavius Bass  

enjoy the music.

Get Ready For The Bass

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

Jewelry Box With A Rock

Hey girls, ever had a crush in the gym locker room ?
Lyrics:
The gym lights hum low as she steps close,  
her sun-tanned skin glistens of recent sweat.  
I breathe her in, deeply like a tropical rose 
Her curly hair cascades, dark and wet.

Her white tank top clings, like a second skin,  
outlining the mounts and valleys of her six pack.  
Burning of desire, my fingers itch to begin,  
A sweet and sexy game with no turning back.  

(Chorus):
I’d like to lick your body.
I’d like to sink in your sweat. 
Let me worship your beauty.
I’d like to be your pet !

Her breath still ragged, her chest still rising,  
I watch the drops slide down her breast.  
I’d like to catch them, taste their salty tracing. 
Would I shiver when she’ll be undressed ?

She peels off her socks, smiling at my gaze,  
Sore muscles flexing beneath the sheen.  
The white room hums with her sexy blaze,  
Like a furnace of desire I’d gladly burn in.  

(Chorus):
I’d like to lick your body.
I’d like to sink in your sweat. 
Let me worship your beauty.
I’d like to be your pet !


(Bridge)
The locker room is quiet, waiting,  
steam curls around her like a veil.  
I ache to be the towel embracing,  
to worship where the heat is frail.  

She turns, naked, her eyes a slow ignition.  
She smirks at the way I stare too long.  
No words—just sweat and my submission,  
Her muscular body, the place I belong.

Sweat and Desires

Thank you for listening to this track. This is track 01 from my recently released album. 
I realize the meaning of this might not come through in its translation.
Think:  greed and consumerism denounced in sarcastic apathy.

Produced By Brenda Doss
Mixed By John Fields
Mastered By Rareform Mastering
Song By Brenda Doss and Dave Zeiher
©2024 By Brenda Doss (BMI)

Lyrics:

You’ve got that new car smell
I like the way you look
So why should I care
If I’m your driver of the month
So let’s get down to business baby
Something new will gratify us
Satisfaction guaranteed with

More and more...

I live a toilet paper world
Of paper cups and plastic forks
I can’t recall what I did yesterday
I like a change I like it fast 
Addicted to nothing that lasts and 
God, I love this new car that has

More and more...


Everything disposable 
What of the future
Use it up and throw it all away
Getting tired of living 
In a toilet paper world
In a toilet paper world

More and more...

I want it all I want it now
Have my cake and eat it all somehow
Can’t wait to take this baby for a spin
But sooner or later 
My new car will start failing
And then he will require

More and more...

Give me more 
I want more 
Give me more 
I want more

Brenda Doss

Toilet Paper World

Thunder

Time Turns Back / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer :
Paul's track: https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/time-turns-back-paploviante
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
... I just added tenor saxophone .......

Time Turns Back / by Paploviante / joerxworx sax remix

SPIT LOCKET.mp3

SC Release: 26.09.2025

My new Afrobeat Track. Hope you like it

Money

Passa uma borboleta - homenagem a Ana da Silva ( Raincoats odyshape)

This song was written and created by: 
J J Samuel & King Chico Music
The Coverart, production, music and vocals were done: 
J J Samuel & King Chico Music

#RnB #Soul #Gospel #Euphoric #Powerful #HeartFelt #FatherSon #Resilience #Retrospective #Courage #Cinematic 

Get ready to soar! 🚀 Climb That Ladder is a pop soul & R&B banger that hits you with euphoric vibes and cinematic swagger! 🎬🔥 Feel the rush of chasing your ambitions, rising stronger from every fall, and owning your destiny with fierce determination. 🪜💪 With smooth vocals, soulful grooves, and reflective wisdom, this anthem pulls you in and lifts you up! 🌟🎵 Dance, reflect, and conquer fear—let’s climb! 🙌

Climb That Ladder

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noe0g0Q_T4I

Photography by Lindushka lindushka.com : Solar Calendar, Seoul, South Korea.
Quote by Amanitalinda.

Child of Nature

The magic journey to the wooden spoon  (Extended Version - Mix 2025)

The magic journey to the wooden spoon  (Extended Version - Mix 2025) & Video Link

Necronaut In the Vultures' Feasting

men are coming from Mars

The Prompt to make Cookie

https://open.spotify.com/album/1m8YLWpoCLZuE132ghygkT?si=h38_TQjHTAy6NNUL71geyQ
Lights off in the dark, I can´t see anything

Lights Off

Ma maison/My house:  un rêve, un cauchemar, une petite balade du côté du Cap Vert ;
a dream, a mightmare,  a little tune near Cape Verde

My House 
I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light
…
In the living room
there were mirrors to make me pretty
sofas and lace everywhere
Persian rugs , watercolor paintings
porcelain cups with little flowers

In the garden
there were children and songs
little huts and hedgehogs’ hiding spots
friends passing through all year long
and colors swirling all around

I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left 
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light

In the bedroom
there were pillows and feather duvets
bouquets of perfume that smelled so sweet
long white sheets for fabulous nights 
and others for the end of life

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light

My house
is just a few walls made of concrete
gray everywhere, from floor to ceiling
mushrooms growing even without rain
at night the cockroaches find shelter there

The garden
is now the kingdom of trash
Rubble, bicycle and car carcasses
Climbing frames like prisons
Rats …running across the grass

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light


Ma Maison (with translation)

...and the right to not be shot by the police.

†ॐ

Music improvised and performed by Thomas O'Higgins Horna
Produced at Kolima Forest Studios
Cover photo by broadacre, taken in December 2015.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

IN DEFENSE OF THE RIGHT TO PROTEST

In defense of the right to protest

free keyboard improvisation of yesterday 15.10.2025, sax impro added today the 16th

Sad songs

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Thunder

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