epic vibes as always. reminds me a game called DCU

P-Billowing Grove

'cuz ive still got the same number, i think its safe for me to say
that no matter where you are,
some things don't ever change . . .

Some Things Don't Ever Change

Calling on Sarasvati

In the velvety night
As stars collide….

I hear your song
It brings my body to life
I feel your rhythm
... a celestial call

I’m drawn to you
As helpless as a moth
To a flickering beam of light
Like a spaceship…
Blasting….
From the earth’s atmosphere
Feel this gravity
Raise auditory desire
We’re dancing on the edge
Of a cosmic crime
Your touch on the deck
It ignites the dance floor
Like a supernova’s fire

My heart is lost
In musical desire

Feel the rhythm
Our bodies sway
Like 2 planets colliding
In one celestial wave

Our love’s the music
That echos through our space
A symphony of passion
That won’t go astray

Our love becomes the music
That echos throughout space
A symphony of passion
That won’t... go... astray

Blast off
Last flight from Mars
In the cosmic night
Where beats align
In the cosmic night
Where we are all one

DJ
I’ll save my soul for you
Forever entwined
In an infinite journey
An intoxicating aurore
Of heavenly harmony

It’s only in these moments
When I feel alive
When I feel alive
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh

You’re my shining star
Your music is love

Last Flight From Mars

Happy Halloween.... the song is actually a tribute to Ian Hunter and Mott the Hoople ..one of the best bands of the 70s....Ian is still rocking into his mid 80s..so I am the one with the rigor mortis clearly..go Ian go...
sound clips from 1931 Frankenstein movie
There are at least 8 Mott the Hoople Song titles in the lyrics


Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

Roll Away The Stone                                        
God is calling, he's on the phone
He's got a glambam plan, one last stand        
Before they take you home                               

Spotlight shines in your face
You better put on a pair of Ian Hunter shades
I Wish I Was Your Mother, wish I was your father
Never could put you in your place

Hey, old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey, old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

Move your hips to the beat
Take a deep breath, unstick yourself from that seat
Shine a light through your pupil, of pure Mott the Hoople
To energise those ancient feet

Time to rise again
Like Lazarus, a comeback, this ain’t the end
You're one wild stiff, rockin all my riffs
Be careful how your body bends 

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

All The Way From Memphis               
The Golden Age Of Rock N Roll    
Elvis and the Whizz Kids                 
Ain’t no peace in the valley for the last patrol 

Drivin’ Sister, Jerkin’ Crocus
Help me When My Mind Is Gone
Do the shimmy shake, bring it into focus
Sing it loud this victory song

Chorus

It's alive!!! It's alive!!! It's alive!!!

lyrics HotR/ Ian Hunter & co
music HotR





Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

Pastors & Priests (The Missing)

lyrics

I dont where to go from here
Seems like everyone else is near
Ive got this strange strange veneer
Ive been faking it come clear

Don't wanna spend my life
On a roller coaster
Gonna crash to the ground one day
None of us are here to stay

Maybe next time
Next time
Maybe next time
I'll get this right

Next Time

Vorrei tanto non avere un cuore
                  (Il giudice)

Volo silenzioso e invisibile sopra la gente  
E devi capire tante cose quando ti fanno importante  
Non ci sono sorrisi di circostanza non cè falsità  
Ma solo la pura e cruda sacrosanta verità  

Vivere sopra le parti senza partecipazione  
Diventa una prospettiva vera per giudicare un’azione  
La scelta della vita è un peso grande da portare  
E ti immergi nei codici per deliberare  

Vorrei tanto non avere un cuore  
Per potermi risparmiare il dolore  
Vorrei tanto si non avere un cuore  
Per non farmi influenzare dall’amore  
Ma la verità a volte mi sfugge di mano  
Come un’ombra che danza nel vento  

In ogni volto c’è la vita in ogni volto c’è una storia  
Ed ogni volta è una decisione maledettamente seria  
La bilancia oscilla tra la pietà e la ragione  
E il verdetto finale è un taglio nella carne e nell’anima  

Vorrei tanto non avere un cuore  
Per potermi risparmiare il dolore  
Vorrei tanto si non avere un cuore  
Per non farmi influenzare dall’amore  
Ma la verità a volte mi sfugge di mano  
Con conseguenze impregnate dal veleno  

Sotto la toga nascondo le mie ferite antiche  
Ogni sentenza è un eco di scelte mai finite  
Il distacco è un’armatura ma dentro brucia il fuoco  
Di chi sa che la giustizia è un eterno equivoco  

Il martelletto batte ma non spezza il silenzio dentro  
Ogni colpevole è un pezzo di me che non ho mai vinto  
Giudico dal trono ma il trono è fatto di schegge  
E il cuore che vorrei strappare è la mia unica confessione  

Vorrei tanto non avere un cuore  
Per potermi risparmiare il dolore  
Vorrei tanto si non avere un cuore  
Per non farmi influenzare dall’amore  
Anchio ho sbagliato ho inciampato nel buio  
E ora condanno gli errori che un tempo erano i miei  
Umano tra umani con le mani macchiate di fango  
Giudico gli altri ma il mio specchio mi grida il rimpianto

Vorrei tanto non avere un cuore (il giudice)

Wow, this is it, the final song I will be posting for the untitled album Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Wormling and I have been working on! We posted the first song, “Ghosting Out,” from this set on January 4, 2021. I started this set of 12 songs in 2020, during the pandemic, using demo tracks that Wou-Wou graciously allowed me to use. I can’t, yet totally can, believe that it took 5 years to finish and finally post all the songs. I am still not sure if all 12 songs will be included in the album since the total run time is about 43 minutes and I like albums to be a little closer to 30 minutes. We still also need to decide on the track sequence. Eventually the album will be posted the album on Bandcamp for free. 

I have written it many times before and I will write it again, it has been an immense pleasure and honor and blast to work with Sticknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou on this set of songs. I feel so lucky to have had this opportunity.  

Track Credits:
Heartscore: Violin
https://soundcloud.com/heartscore/tracks
https://heartscore.bandcamp.com/album/the-edge-of-times
https://www.youtube.com/dirkradloff
Stricknice: Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Additional Drums and Bass, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Synth, Synth Bass, Drums, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

I don’t wanna have to do this
But I would be terribly remiss
If I just pretended to shoot and miss 
Maybe I could find somebody nobody’ll reminisce 
Maybe I could find somebody deserving the abyss 
The kiss of deaths sweet lips 
The heat of cold bullets
Rationally tearing you from the grips 
Of life meaningless in this soulless culture gone amiss 
I’ve been hunting these woods since my childhood 
Living as any self respecting and god fearing man should
sovereign and secured in responsibility for one’s own livelihood  
The devil wants you to believe in falsehoods 
and city life leads to no good
The heathens all had me misunderstood 
I wouldn’t want to be with them if I could

It feels like its been me and the bird forever now 
And i can’t allow myself to let him down 
I have him in my sight 
But there is two of ‘em 
Damn it 
What am I going to do with ‘em 
I’m going to have shoot both of ‘em 
I can’t leave a witness
Gotta move with swiftness 
At least this 
male’s a total stud 
and bird will pleased 
As he falls with a thud as his chest spews out blood 
and soil turns to mud
This is the right thing to do, isn’t it
After all I made an agreement 
I can’t permit 
Bird to throw a fit
or It’ll be me my head 
that sits on that wall 
And I really wouldn’t want him to leave me 
and be alone again

The Shrike Pt. 4

Heartscore, Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - The Shrike Pt. 4

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