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15 Seconds Of Glory

Original track:  https://soundcloud.com/drannic/caravan

Caravan

INSTRUMENTAL by me
LYRICS & VOCALS by Shark Teeth
https://soundcloud.com/shark_teeth93

LYRICS:
Just in case, just in case
I don't see you, I don't see you
The loonies, the lonelies
Hold fast behind the curtains

My love, my love
Rains red from the clouds
And penetrates, it infiltrates
The soul I adore, I adore

Sticks like pins in a haunted doll
Hung on my strings I can move you
And bend you to my will, and bend you to my will
Like you want it, like you need it

My love, my love
Footslog wearily amid the covetous
And meet me somewhere in between
Dark romance and blind insanity
My puppet, my little crocus flower

My Love - Shark Teeth &  Moon Dust

Forest Of Sadness(Acid Rain Falls On The Forest)

My first solo piece for a while. An uplifting tune to celebrate the coming of springtime in the northern hemisphere, released on 20th March 2021 to coincide with the vernal equinox.

© 2021 Dairv Dubbleyew

Ostara

Diffused Dead Icon Inspires Hobbyist To Exceed Entry Level Building Skills is the first track from a new project called "Then She Reaches For The Gun". Its inspiration is two fold: Firstly its a homage to some of the stuff i grew up listening to like Mr. Bungle and other noisy bastards where anything goes, and often in quick fire succession and secondly its a chance to work with an never ending stream of talented musicians that i have known for years either in real life Australia or via the Internet. Each track will no doubt change depending on who has sent me what. On this particular little thing we have the following personal
Dane Renshaw ( Australia/Japan)   - Drums
Primaloops (Australia)                      - Drums/Percussion
Frank Wilke (Germany)                     - Trumpet
Paul Miller(U.S.A)                              - Keyboards
Dani Kirby (Australia)                       - Piano
Juan A Miñana (Canary Islands)      - Electronics
Phil Bywater                                         - Tenor Sax
Carolyn Wigston                                  - Voice
Glenn Ward                                          - Guitar
Neska Wigston                                     - Barking/Growling
Me                                                         - Bass Guitar/Noise/arrangement

The process is simple, I collect a bunch of random recordings from people and then see what i can arrange from it. Nothing subtle here, just huge noisy fun : ) I am open to anyone that thinks they might like to be part of this mess. Drop me a message and i will send you my email. The only criteria is that i wont be using samples from TV/film/other music etc, so just original stuff played on instruments, field recordings, stupid drunk conversations etc. Thanks to everyone involved, i am having a ball

Diffused Dead Icon Inspires Hobbyist To Exceed Entry Level Building Skills

Special thanks to (@Randahl-r) for applying the bass guitar

In distant lands where the sun-washed sands, join the jungle and ocean
Lays a carefully hidden dim-lit town and a young man that was chosen

When a time would come that we appeared, from danger and despair
And we stopped along to find our way, and breath the salty air.
 
From the mountains to the north, and floating through the sky
We sailed south upon the wind that blew, while others passed us by...

[We are the sons, this mission runs, and it must come slowly]
[Here and there, we must beware, we will not be lowly]
 
And in the filth and through the reek I found him, drunk and poor
We dragged him up onto the galley way, then left him on the floor
 
Well freedom comes and freedom goes, and when it leaves us no one knows
But should this lesson be denied, our freedom comes slowly to die
 
So as we watched him he came to, and stared in disbelief
But once our eyes met he quickly knew, then stumbled to his feet.
 
"I'm not the man that you believe I am", but in his heart he fell...
For the time had come for him to show the way to us
And to this end he must prevail...
 
No man made prison kept him here, locked and out of sight.
Only self-inflicted doubt and fear, to doing what was right.

[We are the sons, this mission runs, whoo whoo] 
But freedom comes to those from others, slowly not to die.
And grants another chance at living, unless we pass it by...

V5.02

Freedom Comes Slowly

Inspired by Mario Vargas Llosa's novel Travesuras de la niña mala.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

La niña mala

Children play, in Moonlight bay.

Quartz Glass

Don't Think Twice -2(re-vised)harmonica added

Everything breaks down

Introduction in English:
After five years of abstinence, my son fell back into drugs. All attempts to help him bounced off the increasingly overpowering drug cocktails. All my feelings during this time, the anger about the destructive power of the drugs, the powerlessness in the face of the quicksand in which my son sank further and further, the despair and sadness about the loss of loving contact with him, I have tried to process in this song.  

Introduction in German:
Nach fünf Jahren der Abstinenz ist mein Sohn wieder den Drogen verfallen. Alle Versuche, ihm zu helfen, prallten an den immer übermächtiger werdenden Drogencocktails ab. Alle meine Gefühle in dieser Zeit, die Wut über die zerstörerische Kraft der Drogen, die Ohnmacht angesichts des Treibsandes, in den mein Sohn immer weiter versank, die Verzweiflung und Trauer über den Verlust des liebevollen Kontaktes zu ihm, habe ich versucht, in diesem Song zu verarbeiten.  

Lyrics

I am cryin` for you, my son

Can only watch you, 
How you slip down
How you lose your point of view

Can only watch you, 
As you slowly sink
Drowning in the mire of your soul

You have become such a stranger to me
Where south was is now cold north
The familiarity is gone 
The dignity lies in the dirt

Ooh please don't throw away your last shirt

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myselg, my son

We were playing music
We were jamming together
In an incredible harmony

Threw the balls to each other
We were in tune
Like a magical symphony

But now the strings are torn
All my knowledge is of no use 
I no longer know you
Strange astral wind

I am crying for you, my son
I`m not in peace with myself, my son

I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son
I am crying for you, my son

I`m crying for you, my son

I Am Crying For You, My Son

#Lo-fi
VOCALS - 
https://soundcloud.com/mind-watching-your-elbow
MUSIC -
https://soundcloud.com/citia
https://soundcloud.com/shawn-crump/tracks
https://soundcloud.com/mind-watching-your-elbow

Mind Watching Your Elbow X Citia X Wayfinder - The Same Old Place

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

ER31FI01 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016

No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

Aeon Transmissions

Edging Towards Oblivion

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Jeremy J. Saks - Edging Towards Oblivion

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Unrequited Love

A tribute to the ingenious guitarist Ritchie Blackmore and Ronnie James Dio, one of the best rock singers of all time, both shaped the band Rainbow very much after Ritchie has left Deep Purple the first time.

Lessons

Temple Of The King

Been listening to Madeon alot during lockdown and his song 'Be Fine' has given me a feeling of hope, so i wanted to do a remix of this song with a tropical feel. Hope you all like it!


-Decan Usmic

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