This song is another fuck you to social media brain washing us and actually seperating us when the they say the bottom line is connectivity... They change that by subliminally reducing our minds confirming belief and bias all the time by feeding us with the same limited belief we have when we begin using it. It's fucking disgusting when you actually realize what's happening to the majority that use it and it's why full blown capatalism can't work in its current form

Raw and honest – you can feel the anger and disillusionment in every line. A strong acoustic statement with a clear message. 🎶❤️🎶

New song from Glen and Dave.

Music and all instruments - Glen Granthem.

Lyrics and all vocals - David Cooper

You’re looking out for me
I’m looking out for you
Do we know what we should do

Down the tunnel
We both fall – Can we hear each other’s call
Can we hear, can we hear, can we hear each other’s call?

Chorus

Here we sit among the thorns
Surrounded by those that mourns
No one knows how the stories go
The tales of old, tales of yore

What is that I thought you said?
I thought I heard you in my head
Maybe I can’t hear at all 
Can we hear each other’s call?
Can we hear, can we hear, can we hear each other’s call?

Chorus

Down the tunnel
We both fall
Down the tunnel
We both fall
Down the tunnel
We both fall

Can we hear each other’s call
Can we hear, can we hear, can we hear each other’s call?

Chorus

Down the Tunnel (Cooper/Granthem Collaboration)

I couldn't resist revisiting my tilt at this 1980's classic from The Korgis, now with Rick!

@rick-4-1: Teaching The Drums
@phil-mcwalter: Learning The Other Stuff

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime - The Korgis

Change your heart
Look around you
Change your heart
It will astound you
I need your lovin'
Like the sunshine

And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime

Yea ea eah

Songwriting credit: James Edward Warren / The Korgis

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime II

Collaboration
Check out AnandaTuk's music at: @user-11396379

For Some Strange Reason -With AnandaTuk

Well hello. Here’s some rustic Mountain Blues, played on extremely oxidized guitar strings, with me hollering from the mountain top. Hahahaha. The song hints at a personal authenticity, and the experience of possibly unraveling any prior conditioning (Pavlovian or otherwise) that may constrict our lives in some way. It’s also about the different personas we portray to the outside world. How we may act at work, or on a first date, or with our spouse, or kids, friends, enemies, those who hurt us, even our stage personas comes into play…. So this song is asking a lot of us. In other news, right now in June, the mountains are snow covered and it froze last night. That is late spring, early summer here. Gardenwise, this year, I am planting a lot more Brassicas: Kale, Cabbage and Broccoli, and they are growing well. I am going to try to fence off the carrot/beet beds, as the voles always eat more carrots and beets than I ever do. Onions, leeks and garlic have been growing since March. I transplanted 50 lettuce plants I grew from seed that I saved from last year’s lettuce. The berry bushes and fruit trees have really blossomed this year. There are squash, cukes, tomato and pepper plants inside by the window, to be transplanted outside next week, quite a mess… all of which keeps me busy…. Hahaha. Thanks for dropping by, hope you’re well, Mark

'Round Here'

I continue my musical experiments mixing styles. With this track , I tried to capture the spirit of post-punk rock but with an electro funk touch.  For the text, I let myself be carried away by my irritation against the warrior spirit that is imposed almost everywhere in the world. The lyrics are explicit

Je continue mes expérimentations musicales en mélangeant les styles. Avec ce morceau j'ai tenté de capter l'esprit post-punk Rock mais avec un touche electro funk.Pour le texte, je me suis laissée porter par mon énervement contre l'esprit guerrier qui s'imposent un peu partout dans le monde. Les paroles sont explicites


Punks Against War

All these stupid guys, thinking with their balls
Listen to  politicians and believe their  lies
Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way  
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way  
 
There is no clean war, too many people die
No land, no country  worth the blood / of the child  who play there
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want take this way
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 

I am right in my fight/ shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,  
I protect my country and the world  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My people are the chosen of gods  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My enemies are terrorist dogs    shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,

There Are only two sides, Its not the good against the bad
 But Only those who die and those who get rich.  
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way
 Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 


The vile flow of news channels makes me sick, makes me vomit
 Fed up with all these people who kill the future  they   makes me sick makes me vomit




En français:

Tous ces types stupides, qui pensent avec leurs couilles
Écoutent les politiciens et croient leurs mensonges
Hé, espèce de connard  Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard  Je vais mon propre chemin


Il n'y a pas de guerre propre, trop de gens meurent
Aucune terre, aucun pays ne vaut le sang Des enfants qui y jouent
Hé, espèce de connard Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard Je vais mon propre chemin

J'ai raison dans mon combat / ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Je protège mon pays et le monde ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mon peuple est l'élu des dieux, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mes ennemis sont des chiens terroristes, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute

Il n'y a que deux camps, Ce n'est pas le Bien contre le mal
Mais seulement ceux qui meurent et ceux qui s'enrichissent.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré  Je vais mon propre chemin.

Le flux ignoble des chaînes d'information me rend malade, me fait vomir.
J'en ai marre de tous ces gens qui tuent l'avenir. Ils me rendent malade, me font vomir.

Punk Against War

Punks Against War (version 1)

This is an acoustic Jam. I'm feeling out the songs at the moment as I need to evolve these to a one person live set until I have an actual band to project the full versions. So live TBD will probably begin life as an acoustic set soon enough...

Studio version here:
Listen to As Ones and Zeros by The Beautiful Dark on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/O5Gv2eneb117VyTEhq

The new.somg image represents how I have changed as a person since writing the song. When I wrote the song I was trying to promote my music in the cesspit that is Instagram and the original song image alludes to those frustrations. I enjoyed it immensely but I don't think it's a part of the internet that should be amplified right now. It's broken and I can't see a way to fix it without governments legislating limitations on it and I don't think that will is widespread enough amoung world leaders... So for now I've disconnected myself from the matrix that it is...

Lyrics

I am a one
I am a zero
Bits battered together
Build my binary hero

Wait, what's that...
That's not me
Look! I'm normal and arguing and trying and failing
But IG gots me covered
To them I ain't faking
I am a one
I am a zero
I make binary sum I am a hero...

I'm an adult
I can see
I can type
I'm mostly free
Yet still I chose just me me cause
The suffering turned off
Good head in sand
Bad luck you all
For I've got shorts and reels and all

Frozen
I'm fed this light
Rectangular and bright
My fingers move
It 's zoned me in
Now swipe swipe swipe
Like good merry men times 10
again and again and again and again and again

I'm a human
I can feel
I can search
I have mobility
Yet I escape in cause
The suffering turned off
Good head is Grand
Lets have a laugh
Chuck head in sand


Laughs are great
Gotta lift that spirit
But time needs make for suffering
Earth prisoners
The ones we skip because we're grand
Too hard to watch nor lend of hand

The'yre voiceless, toyless, bombed and bulldozed.
Yet love and heart and survival nurses their rose
More dove is your attention
Intention for prevention of that black
Collecting moral muse
More conscious how you choose

I am a one
I am a zero
Bits battered together
Build my binary hero

Yay more mistake...
Meet another jewel AI can't make...
With Human I assimilate
Machine to lift that heavy weight!
Brain and head and heart and bond how we create

As Ones and Zeros

Shoe drums instrumental

Vocals and Lyrics by IPG1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1

Produced by Cosmic Keanu

The Plan (IPG1 & Cosmic Keanu)

I started making this piece with the intention of it being a set of songs that could stand on their own as well as being an open collaboration, but then it took on a life of its own, and things just got out of hand from there, lol! 

But I still managed to control myself and didn’t add too many samples though, haha! 

I was listening to 1985 and 1986 hip hop singles when making this so….

You can download this for free as well as some of the unmixed stems on Bandcamp. The lyrics can also be found on Bandcamp since SC didn’t provide enough space in the song info. I reached my description limit!

Feel free to treat it as an open collaboration if you like. The song list, BPMs, and time signatures are listed below. 

I Like To Sample Old Drums Bandcamp Link: 
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/i-like-to-sample-old-drums

Funny we are now moving to Portland. Bye, bye Hillsboro. I guess this is now a farewell song. 

Track Credits:

The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

I Like To Sample Old Drums
Rap Attack: 112 BPM 4/4
Take The Max Down To Hillsboro: 189 BPM 4/4
Peach ’N Plum: 132 BPM 3/4
What, Would, When: 112 BPM 5/4
I Like To Sample Old Drums: N/A
This One Goes: 101 BPM 4/4
Bllll: 92 BPM 4/4
The Couch Can’t Help It: 87 BPM 4/4

Here are the lyrics just for: 

Rap Attack

I will
Put you in a tourniquet
Bleeding there’s no stopping it
Got a pimple 
I be popping it
Tripple nipple
Don’t be knocking it
I be chopping it off
Now blood is slopping  
I ain’t mopping 
You be dropping
When you slippin’ in it 
Finna sit and watch as I scoff
Maybe lickin’ ice cream soft serve, huh
What cha sayin’ I can only seem to catch ya gurgling brah
Nah, No one can hear you scream 
When you got a severe stream of
Foam bumbling, bubbling from your mouth, tumbling gravitationally south
Bro, i’m feeling bad for your health
See you reeling keeling over looking so sad 
had I know your noncongealinkg slow at healing
I might have
Not tried to put you in a tourniquet 
Tried to put you in a tourniquet
Tried to put you in a

I Like To Sample Old Drums

Bandcamp

Russell Sinfield and the Couch King -I Like To Sample Old Drums

First 'live' recording...

2-1=0
Insta ‘til midnight every night
Haunting starts at the dark of twilight
Can’t seem to get you from my mind’s eye
Nothing looks better in hindsight
Why can’t we make things all right?
I know I’d take him in a fight
Who said it’s not black or white
Never lived a day in my life
Never loved a day in my life
Never felt its cold and cruel bite
Never died a day in my life
Never felt the sting as their heart met the knife

I can’t say I’m good at maths
But I can see two becomes one
But when this one ain’t made to last
Then two minus one equals none

I saw you the other day
Laughing as you walked away
Wondered just what he had to say
To make you smile in that way
If I only could have stayed
I would have gone and made him pay
Who said this world is always grey
Never had to live through my heartbreak
Never loved through my heartbreak
Never took what I had to take
Never died from my heartbreak
Never got crushed beneath the world’s weight

I can’t say I’m good at maths
But I can see two becomes one
But when this one ain’t made to last
Then two minus one equals none

Life is like a see-saw
Up one day and then feeble
How can love hurt people?
Because love is evil
Hearts should be made illegal
Hearts are way too lethal
Black and white is what it feels
Magpies are made to take and steal
Love is a god that sees us all
Love is a god that beats us all
There is not a sequel
Two minus one equals


2-1=0

GOING TO A TOWN
Rufus Wainwright

I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead

Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved
Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you've done is good
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America

I really need to know
I may just never see you again, or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America

I've got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that's all I need

Making my own way home, ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town
That has already been burnt down

"Going to a Town" by Rufus Wainwright COVER

Peace and Love. Welcome to human made music... by lungs and hands. All words written with a pen and thought of by a brain. Thanks for all of your wonderful support. Much love, Carl

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