Psychedelic‼️ I love the vocal harmony❣️

Ooh this is a pretty freakout of a tune! Really cool.

Hippie stuff for Connaisseurs :-) it’s too early in the morning for me to follow the lyrics, but love how the vocals are used like an instrumental sound

Hey buddy, I'm getting so many comments from people just loving the bridge guitars - really adds such a sense of energy and dramatic flair that would otherwise be a bit lacking on this piece. I was just telling Jeff that the smoking trout has been one of my favorite creative projects I've been involved with. So happy you joined up with us!

@user-936947521 thanks Frans !  Really appreciate your time and feedback

Epic journey. Ace works guys. Crazy good! ❤️💯👊

Love this part and all the freaky vocal layers fantastic guitar and originality plus  the Shaman got that Torta up his sleeve

... inspiration can brood and bubble at times, barely detectable to all but that subtle sight - the vague yet hopeful perception of a vast web, which shines somehow in the eye of intention. see through doldrums to the eternal wind. thanks for listening <3

-phil

elucidate space

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals and vocal production: Delhya
For more DelhyA please check: on.soundcloud.com/cZwUB
Guitar: Neno J.
For more Neno J please check : on.soundcloud.com/YvYZi

CHORUS
You put 
You put me on a pedestal
And how 
How hard 
How hard was the fall 

VERSE 1
You saw me when 
I had the view 
lost in the 
infinite 
And when you tried 
Tried to take me 
take me back 
was a feat 
Infinite, couldn’t hear, I kept lost on the stars. 

VERSE 2
Trying to get back 
what I never had 
lost my self 
desert land 
I try to cling 
Cling to your voice
But the wind 
dissolved it
But the wind
Dissolved it into a 
thousand notes. 

VERSE 3
Look at that bird 
Flying away 
With fast flap 
flapping wings
You should watch twice 
Twice and hard 
To believe
It was me
It was me, must watch hard
Flapping wings
Flying away. 

ENDING
Never look in to the dreamer’s eye
Never look , but, but you do.

How Hard Was The Fall (with DelhyA and Neno J)

Furiosa Martina **

Wrote the title phrase on a birthday card and immediately thought  that's a 'song title'.  The first take of the vocal was a loose ramble but I just left it in - it seemed to fit.

Love Our Together Life

That cliché thick and thin about loving all the time
We’re not vascillating over always gotta rhyme
Doubling up in laughter keeps an even keel
And getting to a sweet spot finally it’s real

We drove out to the cliff and back
Now it’s all about giving back

It’s life upon a road with little jobs to do
And a race across the sand to share the view
It’s pouring out the drinks as the sun dips down 
And talking ‘bout the people who we see around 
Love our together life
Love our together life

Back in days of war it was tight in the lip
And the putting up of walls with a face half lit
Cause expectations could never be met
And it takes a lot of years to wind it back to less 

Yeah giving up on hurt and feeling how it was
In the years embryonic burning hot
And the psyche bathed in the songs of the time
But transplanting now to a wiser kind of rhyme

Love Our Together Life

Instrumental: HyLGZ22 
https://soundcloud.com/user-618736932
Lyrics and vocals: DelhyA

Pour une fois j’avais juste envie de faire un truc différent 
Peut être plus marrant:
Je veux me la jouer façon « Gazelle »
Sans,comme d habitude, « gammer » de plus belle.
Je ne suis pas la reine de la prose ni celle du slam 
Mais j aimerais juste poser mes idées là.

J envie tous ceux qui ont des choses à dire
Qui ont tant de facilités à écrire le fond de leurs pensées…délavées ou exaltées.
Les miennes ont bien  du Mal à se poser sur une feuille de papier 
que je parte à l’aventure un dimanche 
ou  à l Aube d une semaine pourtant pleine de belles  promesses.
J’en ai bien des soucis moi aussi
mais Leur mise « en mots » est difficile.
Il est plus simple parfois de s’ allonger de ne rien faire que de les coucher sur du papier.
Est ce que ça sonnerait peut être mieux en anglais? C est une question que je me pose même si écrire dans cette langue m indispose…
Alors je glisse quelques mots comme ça pour faciliter ma prose…
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds « cool »,
Mais bien souvent rien de mon stylo ne coule.
Il me faudrait peut être l aide d un sorcier
ou d un coup de baguette magique qui aiderait dame inspiration à se réveiller 
Mais où vont ils bien chercher toutes leurs idées ?
Pendant que moi je me vide de toute substance… latente, redondante,ennuyante.

J envie tous ceux qui créent des chansons
Comme on fabrique des maisons
Qui en sortent des airs par million
qui osent étaler si « facilement » leur prose 
Pendant que moi je ne peux rien faire à part… « getting bored ».

Tiens, je vais peut être activer la fonction dictée 
En voilà une bonne idée!
Et chanter quelques « da da da »qui pourraient bien sonner
De quoi mettre un peu de « sweet » dans mes idées…


TRANSLATED:

For once I just wanted to do something different
Can be more funny:
I want to play it like a "gazelle"
Without, as usual, "gaming" more beautiful.
I am not the queen of prose or that of the slam
But I would just like to put my ideas there.
I envy all those who have things to say
Who have so much facility to write the bottom of their thoughts...washed out or exalted.
Mine have a hard time landing on a sheet of paper
That I'm going on an adventure on a Sunday
Or at the dawn of a week full of beautiful promises.
I have a lot of worries too
But their wording is difficult.
It is sometimes easier to lie down and do nothing than to lay them on paper.
Would it sound better in English? It's a question I ask myself even if writing in this language makes me unwell...
So I slip a few words like this to facilitate my prose...
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds "cool",
But often nothing from my pen flows.
I might need the help of a wizard
Or a magic wand that would help lady inspiration wake up
But where do they look for all their ideas?
While I empty myself of any substance... latent, redundant, boring.

I envy all those who create songs
How we make houses
Who come out of the airs by the million
Who dare to spread their prose so "easily"
While I can't do anything except... "getting bored".

Here, I may activate the dictation function
That's a good idea!
And sing some da da da that could sound well
Enough to put a little sweet in my ideas...

Du sweet dans les idées pour une suite en D (with HyLGZ22)

Written 11 years ago: recalls the days when music was vinyl only and a magical retreat from disabling matters of the heart


33 RPM NIRVANA

Flattened faces pressed up against the glass
It’s well known no-one needs to ask
People talking ‘bout how I’m feeling
If they were me yes they’d be reeling
They’d need time and recuperation
But at night I take up station
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away to 33 RPM Nirvana 

She’s a stranger that’s her right to choose
Who can blame her she don’t like old news
You might say she’s one go getter
And why did she not treat me better
I admit I loved her deeply
But right now I’m kind of sleepy
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana 

I’m pulling the curtains and switching it on
Watching the tone arm lower onto my black vinyl

Drifting away now the music is my river
Not analyzing I’m seeking separation
Through the mists of time I wander
What is life I’m bound to ponder
Gonna get to shrug my shoulders
Moving on and getting bolder
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana

33 RPM Nirvana

The Smoking Trout is back with a new chapter in the saga of the Holy Dumpling.  Was great to hear Uziel in front of the mic again as well as Tot laying the beats.   Jeff and Terry remain masters of their domain. 

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

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Soul of Destruction

'aubabe'
https://www.instagram.com/one.man.verity.show/reel/DBSjGuCuE-H/

note: the title is a play on the term 'aubade' of which I promised something similar to my sweetheart. 

Babe, I love you more and more
with each passing day.
Babe, I want to hear
every word that you have to say. 

I want to know of your endeavors. 
I want to hear about your days.
I want to be with you forever.
Or, until nothing remains. 

Babe, you know I love you
each passing second of each passing day.

aubabe

Original by Adele (2011)

When my daughter was 14 she had a real heartbreak (Like most other girls at that age)
 This song went on repeat and got stuck in my brain

(It is not me playing the piano)

Albert Rufus Smith (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

TexMex Shaman

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