Loved this groove right away! It's got that old school vibe. Reminds me of listening to my parents albums when i was a kid

Some great songs from some Fantastic Artist's/Bands and a few of my own.

AB Playlist 047 Part 2

NEXT - Celebrate

About “Flickerstorm (Album Version)”
This track was inspired by the sounds of New Order and Echo & the Bunnymen that kept playing in my head under the moonlight.
I blended those influences with the dub and electronic elements I deeply admire, and it became the very first track I completed as Olttaoff.

Under my previous artist name, my works leaned more toward electronic downtempo. Over time, however, I realized that post-rock is an essential part of my identity, which led me to create this piece. In many ways, it feels like a return to my roots while moving forward.

It also marks a turning point in my process — shifting from hardware-based production to working fully in DAWs. The TR-909 featured on the artwork represents that transition, as well as a tribute to Roland, the iconic maker from my hometown in Japan.

Flickerstorm(Album Ver.)

Z-Pieces of Fears

Cast of Characters:

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl -- vocals, lyrics, Ovation acoustic guitar, and composition
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and upright piano, and JJ's angels (voice synth)
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Collings mandolin
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST fiddle
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Earle Scruggs custom banjo, production, mix, and mastering

This is the latest in our series of songs Carl has written about us. Being as both Tez, a lifelong, and to a lesser degree, Carl are Manchester United fans, Carl siezed on the opportunity to celebrate their shared fandom. Although the lyrics are a little inscrutable to us Americans, we love that football (soccer) fans from across the pond will know exactly what he's talking about. 
  Carl wrote this song on his acoustic guitar, and upon sharing it with us, we weren't sure as to the direction we wanted to take it. JJ threw down first, adding his good-time-sounding upright piano and strikingly beautiful organ to the mix first. He also added the subtle human voice choral synth you hear throughout. Enchanted with Carl's composition, Josh next added his bass and mandolin both in the same recording session, without even closing his DAW. Mark was in right after, adding his friendly fiddle solo as well as fiddle fills throughout. Being as the song is about him, Tez came along shortly after and added the tuneful intro and outro on his guitar. Then, as it was just about to sit for a while, Ken added his very tasteful, perfect drums to the mix, thus completing the rhythm section. 
  Before we put a bow on it, though, Stephen made it back from his week in the Colorado wilderness in time to add his magical banjo to the mix. Speaking of mixes, now it was time for one, and we turned it over to him, our in house pro, to do the honors.
  We all really enjoyed working on this one. It is an example of Eclectic Collective taking one of Carls songs and having our way with it. Always a team effort getting it over the line, but we always manage to do it. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Division Two Champs, '75
Small consolation for '74 cries
Fan wow land psyched
True Red Devil in this life

We fell to Leeds
Last Division 1
We had the Irish
Man, I followed them
McGrath didn't train
A different breed
Golden era
Boozed up greats as seed

Then, we mostly won
But still, these moments to memories shone
Keane's end at Juventus
His team's power won
Beast perseverance
2-3 semi so they march on

Teddy & Ole
Broken Bayern lines
Videos with no YouTube
In sport mad mind

Great from great, Cantona
Flying curve ball martial artist
Old Leeds leech
A la French finest

Man Utd before Glazier fud
Old Trafford dreams
Red Devil blood
A fan forever no matter loss
Good grinding Fergie
Our hairdryer boss

True Red Devil
Hughesy's volleys
Arsenal disheveled
Good Giggsy speed
End to end
Back of the net
Great teen we get
Front of our dreams

True Red Devil
Scars from Aguero
And Barce's better
New cycles please
We've been Malcolmed
Bought like shop
These greedy Glaziers fucking up
Our theatre of dreams

If only for Fergie time
We'd be doing just fine




True Red Devil - The Eclectic Collective

lyrics

Can't be so sure
Anymore
Can't be so sure
Anymore
I know what you're thinking
I used to think the same
I'm seeing things that I've never seen
I'm hearing things 
that I wish I'd never heard
I think
I think
But I need the truth
I need the truth
I need the truth
Can't be so sure
Anymore
Can't be so sure
Anymore

can't be so sure

« La musique est pour les musiciens, le poème pour les poètes, la stupidité pour les stupides, mais l'amour est donné à celle qui le mérite. »
(Sivi le Poète, L'amour)

Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore
Victor Hugo
Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore !
Quand l’amour s’en va, l’espoir fuit.
L’amour, c’est le cri de l’aurore,
L’amour c’est l’hymne de la nuit.
Ce que le flot dit aux rivages,
Ce que le vent dit aux vieux monts,
Ce que l’astre dit aux nuages,
C’est le mot ineffable : Aimons !
L’amour fait songer, vivre et croire.
Il a pour réchauffer le coeur,
Un rayon de plus que la gloire,
Et ce rayon c’est le bonheur !
Aime ! qu’on les loue ou les blâme,
Toujours les grand coeurs aimeront :
Joins cette jeunesse de l’âme
A la jeunesse de ton front !
Aime, afin de charmer tes heures !
Afin qu’on voie en tes beaux yeux
Des voluptés intérieures
Le sourire mystérieux !
Aimons-nous toujours davantage !
Unissons-nous mieux chaque jour.
Les arbres croissent en feuillage ;
Que notre âme croisse en amour !
Soyons le miroir et l’image !
Soyons la fleur et le parfum !
Les amants, qui, seuls sous l’ombrage,
Se sentent deux et ne sont qu’un !
Les poètes cherchent les belles.
La femme, ange aux chastes faveurs,
Aime à rafraîchir sous ses ailes
Ces grand fronts brûlants et rêveurs.
Venez à nous, beautés touchantes !
Viens à moi, toi, mon bien, ma loi !
Ange ! viens à moi quand tu chantes,
Et, quand tu pleures, viens à moi !
Nous seuls comprenons vos extases.
Car notre esprit n’est point moqueur ;
Car les poètes sont les vases
Où les femmes versent leur coeurs.
Moi qui ne cherche dans ce monde
Que la seule réalité,
Moi qui laisse fuir comme l’onde
Tout ce qui n’est que vanité,
Je préfère aux biens dont s’enivre
L’orgueil du soldat ou du roi,
L’ombre que tu fais sur mon livre
Quand ton front se penche sur moi.
Toute ambition allumée
Dans notre esprit, brasier subtil,
Tombe en cendre ou vole en fumée,
Et l’on se dit :  » Qu’en reste-t-il ? « 
Tout plaisir, fleur à peine éclose
Dans notre avril sombre et terni,
S’effeuille et meurt, lis, myrte ou rose,
Et l’on se dit :  » C’est donc fini ! « 
L’amour seul reste. Ô noble femme
Si tu veux dans ce vil séjour,
Garder ta foi, garder ton âme,
Garder ton Dieu, garde l’amour !
Conserve en ton coeur, sans rien craindre,
Dusses-tu pleurer et souffrir,
La flamme qui ne peut s’éteindre
Et la fleur qui ne peut mourir !
Victor Hugo, Les contemplations, 1856

https://www.poetica.fr/poeme-5979/victor-hugo-aimons-toujours-aimons-encore/

Aimons toujours

Krautrock?.....Jazz?.....Pop Gospel?   I'm not really sure....🤔
This is one of those rare instances where i did not play the keyboard
cuz i don't own a Wurlitzer organ. But i did add some Yamaha keyboard behind it.

Somebody send me a Wurlitzer!!!  😄

Krautrock Wurlitzer

hot summer

Said I wouldn’t reupload but I got a couple requests and that made me feel good so whatever

KISS OF KEROSENE 
last night I saw you in my dreams 
But you were leaving the way you always do it seems
I’m left with haunted memories 
Reminded of my failings 
It’s too late as leaves fall from the trees 

What to do when the heart is broken? 
Head won’t clear and my eyes can’t see 
Well I’ll send this devil back to the wind with a kiss of kerosene 
What to do when the heart is broken? 
Ears go deaf and these lungs won’t breathe
Well I’ll send this devil back to hell with a match and kerosene 

Tie you down in bed ,you wanted more 
Pinched, and bit, and bled, you wanted more 
Slapped your fucking head, you wanted more 
I’m so goddamn tired, you wanted more 
I just wanna hold you in my arms 
I just want you free and safe from harm 
Lie you down in bed, you wanted more 
Now I see you leaving out the door

KISS OF KEROSENE

Perseverance (2022)

'WHAT MAKE'S YOU CRY'  Re-Mastered July 2020
Written, Performed & Produced by Andrew Borderick 
Mastering by Soundcloud July 2020
Copyright 2018 AB Music All rights reserved.

THE SUN IS ROUND, THE SKY IS BLUE,
A NEED FOR LOVE, IS WHAT WE DO,
THERE'S NO TIME TO FALL INTO THE SAND,

HOW SWEET IS LIFE, THE WAR HAS DIED,
TO HEAR THAT SOUND, IT MAKE'S ME CRY,
THEN I FOUND MYSELF IN ANOTHER LAND,
(chorus)
THERE'S NO BRIGHT SKY MORNING'S,
YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT MAKE'S YOU CRY,
(middle)
THERE'S TIME'S WHEN WE SHOULD LIVE
AND ACT OUR PART,
THERE'S TIME'S WHEN WE SHOULD GIVE
AND FIND OUR HEART,
AND LOOK STRAIGHT AHEAD,
(break)
(chorus)
THERE'S NO BRIGHT SKY MORNING'S,
YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT MAKE'S YOU CRY,
THERE'S NO FINGER POINTING,
YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT MAKE'S YOU CRY,

2017 PRO TOOLS

WHAT MAKE'S YOU CRY

Texte Français et Google traduction

OU VA -T-ON ?

Nourrir toute sa famille, du pain à la maison
Forcer portes et grilles, s’entendre dire non
Un parcours commando, une sale occupation,
Se trouver sans boulot… où va-t-on ?

C’est pour le clandestin, un visa sans son nom,
Voir s’ouvrir le chemin du camp de rétention
De ces années d’hier, irrégulières ou non
On l’exclu de notre terre… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

La couche du S.D.F., que de maigres cartons
Mais quand dite est la messe, où trouver une maison ?
Les nuits sans le sommeil, c’est à même le goudron
Dans ce siècle de merveilles… où va-t-on ?

Vivre en vendant son corps, aux détours de buissons.
Se cacher des remords, ne fait rien de bien bon.
Faire des passes qui passent, pour un peu de pognon
Mal se voir dans la glace… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

On voit des mouvements crier toutes leurs colères
Des gilets jaunes fluant aux ronds points des misères
Sans finir les fins de mois en travaillant à fond
Laissez faire les petits rois… où va-t-on ?

D’où vient tout ce mal être, cette absence de raison
Nos espoirs obsolètes, petits tours et s’en vont
Même l’enfant de l’école dans la recréation
Sniffe les pots de colle… où va-t-on ?

Dans ce monde d’égoïste, où règne le plus fort
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.
La fin sera bien triste, et encore.

WHERE ARE WE GOING ?

Feeding all your family, bread at home
Forcing doors and grilles, to hear oneself say no
A commando course, a dirty occupation,
To find yourself without a job ... where are we going?

It's for the clandestine, a visa without his name,
See opening the path of the detention camp
From those years ago, irregular or not
We exclude it from our land ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

The diaper of S.D.F., only meager cartons
But when is said mass, where to find a house?
The nights without sleep, it is in the tar
In this century of wonders ... where are we going?

To live by selling one's body, to the detours of bushes.
Hiding from remorse does not do anything good.
Make passes that pass for a little money
To see each other in the mirror ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

We see movements screaming all their anger
Flowing yellow vests round the dots of misery
Without finishing the end of the month by working hard
Let the little kings do ... where are we going?

Where does all this evil come from, this lack of reason
Our hopes are obsolete, little tricks and go away
Even the child of the school in recreation
Sniff the jars of glue ... where are we going?

In this world of egotism, where the strongest reigns
The end will be sad, and again.
The end will be sad, and again.

OU VA-T-ON ? (Un monde égoïste)

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Mesmerized

https://soundcloud.com/arrsounds/no-return

lo que ya sabemos
no hay tiempo, es hora de vivir en paz
¿qué sigue?
¿cómo se vive en paz?
seguimos aprendiendo
no tengamos miedo

what we already know
there is no time, it is time to live in peace
whats next?
we keep learning
let's not be afraid

hva vi allerede vet
det er ingen tid, det er på tide å leve i fred
hva blir det neste?
vi fortsetter å lære
la oss ikke være red

สิ่งที่เรารู้อยู่แล้ว
ไม่มีเวลาเป็นเวลาที่จะอยู่อย่างสงบสุข
อะไรต่อไป?
เราเรียนรู้ต่อไป
อย่ากลัวเลย

o que nós já sabemos
não há tempo, é hora de viver em paz
que segue?
como você vive em paz?
continuamos aprendendo
não tenhamos medo

ce que nous savons déjà
Il n'y a pas de temps pour un séjour paisible.
et après?
nous continuons à apprendre
n'aie pas peur

우리가 이미 알고있는 것
시간이 없다, 평화롭게 살 시간이다.
다음은 무엇입니까?
어떻게 평온하게 살고 있습니까?
우리는 계속 학습한다.
두려워하지 말자.

was wir schon wissen
es gibt keine zeit, es ist zeit, in frieden zu leben
was kommt als nächstes
wie lebst du in frieden?
wir lernen weiter
lass uns keine angst haben

vad vi redan vet
det finns ingen tid, det är dags att leva i fred
vad är nästa?
hur bor du i fred?
vi fortsätter att lära oss
låt oss inte vara rädda

ما نعرفه بالفعل
لا يوجد وقت ، لقد حان الوقت للعيش في سلام
ما التالي؟
كيف تعيش في سلام؟
واصلنا التعلم
  دعونا لا نخاف

power of peace

el poder de la paz

BOOM
Music, Arrangement and Production: Lillithe
Vocals: Emily Coy
https://soundcloud.com/freevocals/emily-coy-boom-free-acapella
Bass: Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle

BOOM  ( Vocals Emily Coy - Paploviante -Bass)

One Last Time
A summer tune? Optimistic and sing-songy? A touch of nostalgia?
Back to basics for this one...simple acoustics...singalong...Smile...go on...at least dooby... a Shooby!

Wigmore: Drums/Acoustic hand drum/Synths/Backing vocals/Production
Allen : Music/Acoustic Guitars/Bass/Backing vocals
Gibbons : Lyrics/Lead Vocal/Acoustic Guitar

For those interested :
Keith: I had the chorus with nowhere to go, so I sent a video of me doing it live to T & K...Terry quickly returned a video of him playing along live with my film in the background and then Kevin in turn expanded the whole thing into an audio track. It worked! 

Geography dictates that we can't be in the same room/space/studio to do these things...but it certainly never seems that way to us :-) 

Lyrics
I was feeling older
More weight on my shoulder 
Than I’d ever felt before
And I sat deflated
But my thoughts elevated
I don’t want this anymore
Then something in the distance, a melody on the wing
My darkness surely lifted and I just had to sing

SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DOOBY DO WHY…?
SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DO WHY?
SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DO WHY…?
EVERYBODY SING THIS ONE LAST TIME…
EVERYBODY SING THIS ONE LAST TIME

I was done with talking
so then I started walking
to a place I want to be
When I find that refuge
I won’t be so confused
It’s something that’s for me
When something in the distance, a melody on the wing
My darkness surely lifted and I just had to sing

SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DOOBY DO WHY…?
SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DO WHY?
SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DO WHY…?
EVERYBODY SING THIS ONE LAST TIME…
EVERYBODY SING THIS ONE LAST TIME

While you’re weeping…love’s so fleeting…things can’t be so/ that bad

SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DOOBY DO WHY…?
SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DO WHY?
SHOOBY DOOBY WAH…SHOOBY DO WHY…?
EVERYBODY SING THIS ONE LAST TIME…
EVERYBODY SING THIS ONE LAST TIME… 
EVERYBODY SING THIS (ONE LAST TIME) (repeat out)

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Shooby Dooby (One Last Time)

Hello Soundcloud, thanks for the Listens, Likes and Support. Im from Melbourne Australia, I have been playing guitar for many years now and played in two bands during the 80's & 90's (STOLEN CAR original) & (STORM cover),both bands never released any material. Since 2010 i have been writing songs and tunes and recording them in my music room (3rd Bedroom), i play Guitar, Bass, Keys, BFD2 Drums(programmed)and Vocals on all of my songs which i class as Demo's, I love all types of music but Hard Rock, Rock to Alternative appeals to me most.
ALL SONGS POSTED ARE SUBJECT TO COPYRIGHT.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE OWNER.
Thanks again to everyone listening out there in the world, always looking forward to new material on Soundcloud,
Character Picture By, Rianna Borderick 2017
All artwork by Andrew Borderick
CONTACT : andrew@netec.com.au
Regards 
Andrew Borderick. (March 2017)

Canada Stands With Ukraine
Elbows Up, Canada!
Never 51.

*singer-songwriter

Connecting, creating and sharing with others has been quite a transformative experience and one that I trust will continue for years to come. I enjoy listening to musicians on SC, and try to leave encouraging and descriptive comments.
Who said retirement can't be fun!

Shooby Dooby (One Last Time)

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