You think they never went to the moon
You think uri geller could bend spoons
You think they're robbing you blind
Well you're right about that last one

I think you never went to school
That you've forgot the golden rule
And it's a waste of time
Talking to you now

Don't worry about the vaccines
Don't worry about tran's scenes
Don't worry about all these things
It's the rich that are screwing you down

Don't worry about the migrants
It's not them who are c***s
Worry about Donald Trump
And the corporates that are ripping you off

Don't worry about being a bloke
Domestic violence ain't no joke
Worry about human rights
It's actually nice to be woke

Care about society
Not notoriety
You'll feel better in the long run
And the world will be a better place

422. don't worry (harding).mp3

Oh brother, i think of you now
In that distant land, I make this vow
Together we are strong
Side by side for so long
We'll not fail, I promise 

Oh mother, i think of you now
Though you're gone 
I love you so
As long as there is breath in my lungs
I'll sing this song, I promise 

Oh father, where are you now
Though you're gone
I follow your values
And will make you proud of me now
Proud of me now, I promise

426. I promise (harding).mp3

Chicago solo artist Lipsticism uniquely interweaves elements of shoegaze, house, hyperpop and experimental pop, and ambient music for her debut Phantom Limb album Wanted To Show You, a highly accomplished listening experience both honeysweet and emotionally crushing.

A key moment on Lipsticism’s Wanted To Show You is the single “Feeling Why Do You Follow”. Its entrancingly measured alchemy of Lipsticism’s precious materials - spacious, haunting synthesis, angelic voice, thumping house kick-n-hats, balmy and achingly melodic prettiness - coalesces with the spellbinding imagery cast by its opening lyric: Why do you follow me into dreams? / you crawl on top of me. While Lipsticism’s music is inherently dreamlike (and dream pop-like) in its gauzy, hazy unreality, it brings a tangible embodiment along for its bliss-out joyride, at once nostalgically familiar and skewed.

The record, writes Alana Schachtel - the musician behind Lipsticism - grapples with “the fleeting nature of relationships. The feeling of wanting to connect with someone after they have passed.” Schachtel’s songcraft reaches across a plane, its slow-motion dancefloors imbued with magical light to make even recognisable instrumentation float weightlessly through her sonic space. The acoustic guitar appears on occasion, revealing Lipsticism’s early, self-released roots of freak-folk and bent-Americana. Her voice is often so lush as to seep like plasmic energy through the blinking lights of her synthesis and beat programming, but always true, always authentic.

Bound together in adroit narrative flow, Wanted To Show You swells and eddies. “That’s Enough”, midway through the album, drops all masks for a quiet and swooning study of vulnerability, and the alien-planet club that had welcomed AR Kane, Animal Collective, and Gillian Welch for a Chicago house rave DJ’d by Ivo Watts-Russell reaches an unexpectedly beatific and confessional comedown.

Later in the album, “Erased” begins with a deceptive lite-jazz synth wiggle that morphs into a swampy, fugged-out wash of pads over intoxicating two-step beat programming. Its spectral vocal halo is a kind of deja vu of quasi-familiar shadowplay, here and not here, but revealing deep mysteries in understated and unassuming catharsis. Here, and across the record, the presence of Schachtel’s mix and mastering engineer Angel Marcloid (aka Fire-Toolz) can be felt in its strange and changeling giddiness, in its balance of sound design against voice.

Lipsticism is the solo project of musician and producer Alana Schachtel. Born and raised near Chicago, she spent the majority of her adult life in the Pacific Northwest, where she first started experimenting with sound. Because of her background in dance, she began writing music by imagining choreography and creating the rhythms and melodies to match. Her latest compositions blend her love of sound design and song and integrate a broad spread of influences. Some highlights of her musical career have been performing and touring with Chanel Beads, Urika's Bedroom, Avey Tare (of Animal Collective), Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith, Blue Hawaii, and Jerry Paper.

Lipsticism - Erased

Original music. Written by Aze Stevens. For pitch, licensing, or collaboration. 100% original. Contact azestevens@gmail.com


Chorus
You are my baby
You are my girl
You are the best thing that ever happened to me in this world

Verse 1
I was alone
I took my time
Then one day I turned and found you there at my side
We travelled far
We hurried deep
We wove our dreams each night before we went off to sleep

Verse 2
I don't care no more
if the stars won't allign
And I don't need to see 
Some supernatural sign
And I want to know
That you're willing to be mine
Lay it on the line
Keeping your heart so kind

Copyright 2025. All rights reserved. Words and music by Aze Stevens. Contact for licensing.


Note
Recorded on Tascam 24 with acoustic and electric guitar. Not super happy with electric guitar parts. In the future I will consider more carefully if it is necessary to include everything I record on the final song version. But overall this is a good song. A bit poppy. Verse 2 provides opportunity to showcase a strong voice.

11. You Are My Baby (for Kiko)

437. f---er (eels).mp3

001. dreams (harding).mp3

438. billie jean (michael jackson).mp3

'suck on it' with Falsestart

Falsestart: beat, mumble track, bass, rhythm guitar
Scotty: acoustic drum kit, lead guitar, lyrics, vocals

Well, today I can't rise out of bed.
Invasive thoughts stuck in my head.
Who gives a fuck if I am dead?
Nobody but me, now, it seems.
So many loves and friendships deceased.

Now, I'll rise up and live again.
For, I've forgotten former friends
and ex-loves that were pretend.
I can, now, let it be.
There's no such thing as defeat unless you retreat.

Let's pick up our bones,
go for a stroll.
Burn through a few cones,
relent control.
Relax and let it happen, baby.
Some pushin' too hard to force this life.
Let the universe show you paradise.
It's magic. Yet, tragic
that so few care about no one but themselves.

I could care less if you are dead.
You already are, inside my head.
Your reasoning, already fled.
You think you're justified
by convincing yourself of 'truths' within lies.

Keep spiraling down those rabbit holes
of YouTube and podcasts to regain control.
It's helping nothing but you alienating 
yourself from a life, organically,
but you're too fuckin' far gone blind to see
that you're trapped in a now blackened world.

What happened to you man?
To you girl?
To you world?
We're so different.

And now I'm trapped within my head.
And all of you out there are dead.

Buy the shit.
Eat the shit.
Every bit.
Feel like shit.
Suck on it, baby.

suck on it 'demo' (with Falsestart)

We flush our toilets and it flows into the sea
We go down to the beach and we swim happily
We take our trash and we toss it in a can 
The garbage truck takes it away and where it goes – no one gives a damn
Every day we throw more trash into the pile
Disposable packaging never goes out of style
Every day we exist, we generate more junk
We buy stuff we don’t need, and it ends up the dump
They say one person’s trash is another person’s treasure
But I don’t think used plastic straws are going to give anybody pleasure
They say the average Tom Dick or Harry and even if you’re a girl named Jane
You’re probably walking around with a teaspoon of microplastic in your brain
I separate my paper and plastic into separate bins 
But sometimes I wonder if I’m accomplishing anything
Thousands of years from now, if humans have gone extinct
And aliens dig up our trash, I wonder what they’ll think
Our art and music will be gone but our trash will linger on
The stuff we threw away will be all that’s left of humanity
There’s so much trash in the world today
You’d think by now we’d have found a better way
Civilizations rise and civilizations fall 
And the trash be leave behind will be a gift to future generations from us all
Every year we kick the can farther down the road
Causing more damage to this planet that we’ ve been bestowed
Some people  will tell you don’t worry everything is fine
We’ ve gotta cut the regulations so we can help the bottom line
When you share a bed with a partner they say it’s best to hold in your gas
But when it comes to our stinking trash, we give ourselves a pass

Trash

Tear Drops

I’ll kick the can along the road
So many stories now untold
And in the ruins of each life
Lays the truth for which we strive

Each and everyday
I cry
Everywhere they say
Dry your eyes 
It’s just another day
So they say,
But I can’t stop these endless tears
They keep on falling

I’ll rest here a little while
Might find a reason not to cry
And looking up into the sky
I see a bird fly way up high

Each and everyday
I cry
Everywhere they say
Dry your eyes 
It’s just another day
So they say, 
But I can’t stop these endless tears
They keep on falling

I’ll keep on counting the tear drops
I’ll keep on counting these tears
I’ll keep on filling an ocean of tears

Each and everyday
I cry
Everywhere they say
Dry your eyes 
It’s just another day
So they say, 
But I can’t stop these endless tears
They keep on falling

I’ll keep on counting the tear drops
I’ll keep on counting these tears
I’ll keep on filling an ocean of tears

Tear Drops

everything you know is wrong - chumbawamba
everything you know is wrong - black grape
ghost of stephen foster - squirrel nut zippers
you're my chocolate - savages
sweet thang - shuggie otis 
indian summer(ucpberlin bootleg)- jim morrison
drug song - janko nilovic
there's something on your mind - etta james  bb king
ride into the sun -  the velvet underground
a blind man can see it -  james brown
howling around my happy home - daniel norgren
bonus track
hey you - dope lemon

a debt to be paid and respect to be made to the following and many more for not giving me too much grief for lifting their tracks : annie frank zabba - white devil sound.- crackwhorasaurus - roger's stoned- happy.taco.entertainment - - late.nite.hash - nacht.späte.haschisch - sex.offender.14 - 404 not found - funky boogie brothers . zzygy zee. ......... and many more

mixes are time capsules of sound. each capturing a moment in time that will not be repeated the same way. each mix is meant to transport the listener in their own time machine to their own destination. these are soundtracks for daily living..."music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything"

everything you know is wrong - pretty crazy show volume 56

simple stuff. still trying to work things out. you can find a more coherent archive for 'The Interminable' on bandcamp - find link below.

Tear Drops

The Interminable

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