The last evening of October
Vampires drink tomato juice
The moon sets on the fishing line
Whomever they wanted to scare, he didn't come

All the colors of death on their faces
And scars – not sparing makeup
The night darkens
The light fades
And darkness dances among us

All evil has crawled to the surface
And celebrates its terrible feast
Here the devil has defeated God!
Let them carry out all the saints...
Let them carry out all the saints

The last evening of October
Vampires drink tomato juice
The moon sets on the fishing line
Whomever they wanted to scare, he didn't come

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последний вечер октября
вампиры пьют томатный сок
на леске опускается луна
кого хотели напугать - Тот не пришёл

все краски смерти на лице
и шрамы - грима не щадя
чернеет ночь
погашен Свет
и тьма танцует между нас

вся нечесть вылезла наверх
и празднует свой страшный пир
здесь дьявол бога
победил!
пускай выносят всех святых.. 

последний вечер октября
вампиры пьют томатный сок
на леске опускается луна
кого хотели напугать - Тот не пришёл

antihalloween

F-Money Action

Demo-Track, Use Headphones !
Hubert Stytz:  Music   /     Pee Gee: Lyrics
 
Insprired by the famous artwork by "Gottfried Helnwein" , Hubert and I had the idea of making up a story about a jetset glamour lady and a" working girl " on the Boulevard, a picture in her head..her idol "James Dean" immortalized by Helnwein ! 

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Queen of the night
On her way to a gala dinner
Dressed up like a diva
She looks like the perfect winner
Surrounded by admirers
Escorted by her body guard

Strolling on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Boulevard of Broken Dreams...Boulevard of Broken Dreams..

Sin of the night
Under the neon lights
Carries a picture in her head
Painting a smile on her face
If you look closer you can see
The fire in her eyes
Standing on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams....Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
It ain´t always what it seems

Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

There´s still a fire burning
In those hungry eyes
Standing on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams... Boulevard of Broken Dreams...

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

As Long as the Ship Can Sail

Finnish Folk Riddim

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered using Logic.
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD tuning (Capo 9th Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES:
This song reflects my growing awareness of the incomprehensible nature of a star in the sky, which has captivated the imagination of humanity since the dawn of time. All that amazing energy, captured in a little word of just three letters, the sun. 
LYRICS:
Such a little word “the sun”
With all its mystery 
Yet, without the sun my friend
Where oh where would we be?

With colours that glisten and dance all around
As far as the eye can see 
Without the sun tell me my friend
Where oh where would we be 

For who can say how it does what it does 
Painting the sky so blue
As pretty a picture as I’ve ever seen
Oh the things the sun can do

The years come and go like the ocean tide
But is time ever what it seems?
Without the sun, tell me my friend
Where oh where would we be?

Chorus

A Little Word

Relax! 
Picture: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gibson%27s_Albatross_0A2A8124.jpg

Albatros

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick four-string fretless bass, PRS SE semi-hollow body electric guitar, Sigma acoustic guitar, lyrics, vocals, and composition
SunnyBeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering
This is a love song written about Josh's favorite band, Phish. He came up with the chords on his acoustic guitar, and shared it with the group. This was written with Beck in mind, though, too, as he knew she'd be contributing her magic to this one, too. Even when it was just the acoustic guitar set to a looper beat, she came up with many of the parts you hear throughout. Although, she also readjusted and redid a lot of it, too, throughout the process. Ken was the next piece of the puzzle to jump in. He laid down his perfect drums beats to it in only one or two tries, giving it the groove it needed. After Ken laid down the beat, that allowed Josh to add his bass to the mix, too. It was almost done musically, but it needed a lead guitar, which Josh also put in there. Before it was finished, though, JJ weighed in with his clever organ, which can be heard from about 2:30 on. When it was all wrapped up musically, Josh also sang his lyrics, which are written from the perspective of two Phish heads conversing about the imminent Phish show, which is always a big, exciting event. 
  Josh has seen almost 70 Phish shows in his life, and he hopes his adoration for the band is evident in this song. This is the second song Eclectic Collective have done with Beck, and we all hope for many more, too. She's a fantastic musician, with a wonderfully deep well of creativity. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:

Are you gonna meet me at the show tonight
Am I gonna see you at the show?
What songs do you think they’ll play tonight?
I’ve been waiting all year to go

You should check out last night’s set list
The show was packed with killer songs
Is there any one that you’ve been chasing?
I love it when the crowd all sings along
 
Trey’s been stirring up all the great jams
Page rules the keyboards from his throne
Mike digs the groove so deep and he stands
On Fishman’s beats that shake our bones
 
Hope you have your ticket for the show tonight
I know these days they’re on our phones
Some spun wook is always tripping
Looking for profundity in all the songs

Every now and then they have to just stop spinning 
Stare at the lights, and sing along
So I know we’ll hear some great things tonight
Every time I go, my mind gets blown
After in the lot I know I’ll eat a grilled cheese

Trading Mics For Phish Pages- Eclectic Collective w/ SunnyBeck

Introspection

Coffee ☕ 

I'm awake dear world...
Where's the dose?
I'm twitching
In need of that warm dark roast
I've been watching this kettle forever boil
Breathe dear boy
Oh grounds
Calm turmoil
We're there
Now pour
Oh mighty morning fix
Check favourite mug
1 sugar now mix
Hmmm
We have our fag
We have our brew
Now into the garden you addict you...

Relief, I'm real, I'm alive, I'm numb
Course through my veins
Cure caffeine come
Tame my bark
Aww save my kids
Brew brave my stark
Snaps get their lid
First of too many
Through this day
From sip to sip
Awww keep hitting that grey
The cure of coffee
The seed of sane
Flicking mind bean
Timed happy pain

Caffeine to brain
Coffee my sane
Caffeine to brain
Coffee my sane

_____________________

432 Hz A
Key Gmaj7

Instruments
-Ovation Acoustic and Vocal live
-Kettle
-Hazey pad on keys
-Piano on keys
-Epiphone Electric lead
-Stirring
-Sip and an Ahhh
-Yawn and a stretch
-sniffing coffee
-back door, lighter and ciggy sound
-Gentle sine bells with the yawn

to do
-cajon after kettle boils
-Consider flute or clarinet

Coffee

From The DC Sound Project, ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL is a fast-rock gut-punch, raw and uncompromising. Recorded live in one take, the track pulses with the frustration and fury of feeling "damned" by a love that demands constant "mental gymnastics." This is the moment of explosion where the singer realizes the only way out is to junk the whole thing: "The engine's blown, so I'm gonna junk it." Turn up this urgent, honest track and feel the rush of hitting the emergency brake.

Lyrics

Oh my, look at me try,
I swear that I'd rather die,
Than let you down,
Again and again . . .
You know I can't decide, 
If I'm blind,
To the feeling deep inside.
You've gone and thrown,
My plans in the air.

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.

So here I lie,
Head in hands,
Tryin' my best to understand,
I guess I fell asleep, 
At the wheel . . .
Yes I'm scared,
Time is fleeting, 
Can't you hear my heart's still beating, 
Lovin' you, makes me feel,
Like I'm damned . . .

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.

Hold on,
Wait a minute . . .
It's no good,
If you're heart's not in it.
Oh look, WOW!
Ain't that a surprise . . . ?
Well HELL,
Who would'a thunk it?
The engine's blown,
So I'm gonna junk it.
My mind's flipped out,
On the merry-go-round . . .

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.

Oh my, look at me try,
I swear that I'd rather die.
Than let you down,
Again and again . . .
Oh Well HELL!
How fantastic, 
You're performing mental gymnastics, 
And the price of freedom is,
Doin' in me in . . . 

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.


ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

Our latest album, 'SNAGGLETOOTH' is now available to purchase on vinyl @ https://elasticstage.com/soundcloud/releases/the-dc-sound-project-snaggletooth-album

The DC Sound Project. Eight albums deep and still going strong. It usually starts with a good old-fashioned jam session, then somehow ends in a coffee-fuelled recording marathon. We write songs about love, politics, heartbreak, and those occasional “what the hell is wrong with the world?” moments, all brewed fresh on the Wirral. Press play… it’s music therapy with better side effects!

We’re an independent duo creating everything from raw folk ballads to gritty blues-rock. Every video is carefully crafted with free footage and, sometimes, AI-generated visuals to tell the story behind the song.

💿 Albums: 
Snaggletooth (2025)
Addiction (2025)
Black Ice (2024)
Yellin’ at the Clouds (2024)
The Puppeteers (2024)
Burning Bridges (2023)
Rattlesnake (2023)
Melancholy Blue (2023)

🎶 Listen: SoundCloud • Spotify • Apple Music • Amazon • Facebook • Instagram • Twitch

Thanks for joining us on this journey, it’s all about the love of music! 🎶✨