I loved this song...so good to hear a new version. Alway makes me feel transported to another time and place.

So achingly beautiful...fantastic work Lizzie & Rudi

just knew I'd love an original... this is gorgeous 🙏

Vocals are gorgeous! A beautiful track! Nice work guys..

July 2020 AKS

Another old experimental track of mine using synthesizers and drum sounds. 
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Rising Runner

To get this song you (perhaps)need a brief history lesson.  On Frank Zappa's 1969 "Hot Rats" Lp there was a track called "Willie the Pimp".  This isn't a remake but a retelling.   

It has been in the works for (3) days and I thought it good enough to just post.  Perhaps I'll fine tune a bit more.  I'm sure I could do a much better guitar solo.  Or maybe I'll just move on.  Either way.... I hope you enjoy it.  Comments & suggestions are always welcome.  Thanks

"Blues for Willie"

<V1>
My Name is Willie
I've got something to sell ya
Meet me at the corner 
With a $20 bill.

<v2>
My name is Willie
I'm hngin' with my floozies
Standing in the Lobby
Of the Lido Hotel

<Ch>
A Pimp
Hot Rats
I'm a bad mother fucker
in a black cadillac, Oh Yeah

<V1>  <Ch>

Blues for Willie

Vectored

With baby foxes
 Kawaii yokai in the shell


4h27. Les grues glaciologues picorent la mémoire obscène.

4h27. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h28. Lape la chatte, son infirmité est celle de la vitesse lunaire.

4h28. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h29. Sur le pas de mon balcon, le tournesol me dévisage.

4h29. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h30. Solitude salvatrice d'une fulguration omniprésente.

4h30. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h31. Un rythme est à soutenir à la thèse bientôt pluviale.

4h31. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h32. J'ai nagé dans les limbes oublieuses, résurrection automatique.

4h32. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h33. L'infini presque parfait perché sur les épaules.

4h33. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h34. Au souffle bâtisseur, le déséquilibre de ce qui arrive.

4h34. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h35. En sifflant 3 fois, dire j'ai gagné toute seule.

4h35. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h36. La fleur d'amandier persiste en colère à tomber.

4h36. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h37. Elle sait perdre par cycle car Elle revient toujours.

4h37. Et le kawaii yokai is still in the shell.

4h38. La technologie comme prétexte pour aimer tout faussement.

4h38. And kawaii yokai is still in the computer.

Kawaï Yokaï Foxy Version

Oups....un très vieux titre enregistré vers 2001..C'est mon KB arrangeur qui fait la batterie/basse le tout sur un 4 pistes K7.
Je sais pas ce qui m'a pris mais je le publie..aie...Désolé..ah ah ah !!!
Oops....a very old title recorded around 2001.. It's my KB arranger who does the drums/bass all on a 4-track K7.
I don't know what came over me but I'm posting it.. ouch... Sorry..ah ah ah!!!

Larry

Valium jazz - and if you are patient, on the long run, with a kind of deconstructive saxophon ;-)
photo: Jr Korpa, unsplash

falling asleep thoughts - sedative jazz

Video:
https://youtu.be/qBUE1dnT358?si=SIHE6H22UeCSW5LK

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1. The unreal on the horizon.

2. Seas soon to be acidic in their mother-of-pearl.

3. Families in worship of work.

4. Elementals always crucified.

5. Sewn-lipped savages.

6. Homeless month to those who sleep on straw.

7. The midwife become obsolete compost.

8. Resources almost dried up despite the witches' sobs.

9. In the egg, drowned faith. Nothing to hope for because the Gods are to be saved.

We Are All Gods

One More Time

Tea plantations on the planet Athoek, the location of some intrigue in Ann Leckie's book, Ancillary Sword.
I took inspiration from the early work of Evangelos Odysseas Papathanassiou (Vangelis)RIP. I loved how he combined traditional Greek instruments with electronics on "Earth".  "Heaven and Hell"  remains a personal favourite. 



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Plantation On Athoek

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=42508

Keeping It Together (Soul Shaker EP)

A track from the album Time and Tide, available on Bandcamp
amandasanderson.bandcamp.com/album/time-and-tide

Lyrics, music, mixing, production: Verulium
https://verulium.bandcamp.com/releases
Vocals: Amanda Kim Sanderson

It started in Garstang
Heading out for the M55 it's a beautiful motorway
But in the wrong direction 

I first saw Jimi in 75
Stood on the cowling of a seaplane not alive
But more like a saviour

I sat by the lakeside
Checking up on the stove and the gear for a very long holiday
To where the spirit takes me

He landed like a star on Derwentwater
His face was drawn so I offered him a quarter
Of Kendal mint cake

Driving the ghost of a famous 60s rock star
Around and around ’til we've built the energy
Living in the back of a camper van
The lakes are great and we do the best we can
One day we'll make it

We're parked in a lay by
Filling up with some beans on toast and a very nice Chardonnay 
To mark the occasion

In a white silk shirt and skin tight pants
He can't sing a note and he's banned all instruments
You've got to respect it

Driving the ghost of a famous 60s rock star
Around and around ’til we've built the energy
Living in the back of a camper van
The lakes are great and we do the best we can
One day we'll make it

We pin our hopes upon
The comeback show of the chosen one
At the Woodstock of the north
In Deeply Vale with Sandie Shaw and The Doors 

Driving the ghost of a famous 60s rock star
Around and around ’til we've built the energy
Living in the back of a camper van
The lakes are great and we do the best we can
One day we'll make it

But the times have changed
The stars have left?
We keep on chasing happiness none the less
One day we’ll find it

Time and Tide

Driving The Ghost Of A Famous Sixties Rock Star

Approaching Midnight

A special song about my Dad. (a tribute to John Prine's style of music)
Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Lizzie 
Vocal & Music by my friend Lizzie Taypen

I WOKE UP EVERY MORNIN'
TO THE SOUND OF HIM PLAYIN'
HIS OLD HARP IN THE KEY OF "C"
A GREAT MEMORY FOR ME

THEN HE WAS READY TO START HIS DAY
GRABBED HIS LUNCH...WAS ON HIS WAY
ALWAYS ARIVING EARLY AT THE JOB SITE
CAUSE BEIN' LATE WOULD NOT BE RIGHT

(CHORUS)
MY DADDY WAS A CARPENTER
HE LOVED DRIVIN' THEM NAILS
A SMALL TIME CONTRACTOR
ALWAYS FOCUSED ON DETAILS
NO AIR TOOLS BACK THEN
TO HIM…IT WAS A SIN
IF YOU DIDN'T USE A HAMMER

HIS WORK DAY'S...THEY WERE LONG
FILLED WITH HARD WORK AND SWEAT
NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG
MY DAD HAD NO REGRETS

HE LEARNED HIS TRADE
IN THE ARMY DURING THE WAR
WORE OUT MANY A SAW BLADE
AND HUNG MANY A DOOR

(REPEAT CHORUS)

ON SUNDAY WE WERE ALWAYS GOIN'
TO THE COUNTRY CHURCH NEXT DOOR
HIS BIBLE, HE WAS ALWAYS READIN'
DIDN'T WANT TO BE THE MAN HE WAS BEFORE

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2020 © Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)

My Daddy Was A Carpenter - Lyrics by Tony Harris - Featuring Lizzie Taypen - Original

Two years ago today, on Rudi's birthday, we released "Dream of Hebrides", our first collab. We decided to release another version, we had created, at a later date, but where does the time go, Rudi said this morning.... as it is 2 years later, on this anniversary, that we now give you that version.
A big happy birthday Rudi, and thankyou for letting me share your beautiful music, always magic to work with you <3 
Keep safe and well everyone!

Rudi  - Music, Lyrics, Arrangement and Mixing
Lizzie - Vocals and guitar
Cover picture - Lizzie Pentland " The Starry Selkie"
Lyrics
We are all just grains of sand
But together we form the shore
And we are all just tiny sparks
But we fill the sky with stars

And we are all just breath
But it forms the wind that cradles the grass
And we are all just tiny streams
But together we fill the Sea

An we are all just a moment in time
Just a moment in time
But together Eternity
But together Eternity
But together Eternity

Dream Of Hebrides - Anniversary    (Rudi & Lizzie)

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image

Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

1 Aufbruch (eXner / Augenmerk) with lyrics

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Dream Of Hebrides - Anniversary (Rudi & Lizzie)

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