oh! super fun surprising change up, love those dance floor vibes!

super fun song, that went down really fast, great vocals and imaginative lyrics, great production from Mahan Mahan, love it!!!

I always come back to this one, I freaking love it

A collection of FREE downloadable songs where vocals were laid over instrumental tracks available for download from YouTube mostly. 

Free Hands In A Blender

For my mother 

Music and Lyrics by Ben-Tam Jennifer 
Recorded and produced by Ben-Tam Jennifer using Audacity
Microphone: Rhode USB Mini 
Guitar: Cort  MR710 LH NS

Lyrics:

Mommy mommy mommy
Where did you go?
I never got the chance to tell you
That I love you so.
.
Mommy mommy mommy
Why did you leave?
I miss you every day
How do I continue this way?
.
Mommy mommy mommy
Mommy mommy mommy
Tell me how
Tell me now
Tell me
.
Mother!
Is it cold?
You faced something to which
We must all race
Death's door
.
Mother!
You're keeping me warm
My memories are blankets around my heart
They help me to mourn
.
Mommy mommy mommy
Mommy mommy mommy
Tell me how
Tell me now
Tell me
.
Are there stars where you are?
Can people see your smile?
Are there gardens filled with flowers,
For you to walk around, in?
.
Are there hopeful dreams?
And waterfalls and trees?
Sunny days with music playing?
Do you ever think of me?
.
Mommy mommy mommy
Mommy mommy mommy
Tell me how
Tell me now
Tell me
.
Mommy mommy mommy
Mommy mommy mommy
Tell me how
Tell me now
Tell me
.


Tell Me

Tell Me (2022)

building the Future. To present my emotions through.
（未来を築く。そんな気持ちを込めました！！ ）

thank you for listening！
I wish you good luck in the future！！
※02/12　Mastering

DAW: Cubase pro 12

building the Future

Part of the FREE collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Bloom https://www.youtube.com/@bloomprod

Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:
I can't see, In front of my face
But that's okay, It's part of this grace
The toker express and i'm here to stay
The hemp note address is underway

One nug is all you need to plant your seed,
On this existential, confidential railway pull, come get a stench full
Take a whiff of that seat me boy
That ain't leather, that's hemp enjoy!

We got your nuggets and all of your trees
These buds will make you tremble weightlessly on one knee
Get ready for the ride of mentation
At twenty after four we leave the station

Double digit hits and i'm feeling derailed
Double vision blitz my chimney exhales
Little green nuggets
On a train that won't quit!

Ahhhhhh ahhhhh

The smoke is bubbling
the engines are screaming
the speed is doubling 
the nugs are steaming
Follow you nose where the ganja goes
The ghost in the smoke can guide your toes 
I got a seat where everything I feel
I got a seat where my receptors squeal
As the bacon rides down with a whopping meal
As the flavor takes hold of pecan pinwheels 

Mary Jane press your nugs on my wand
Let's make some magic let's descend in the pond
I don't mind if I bathe in your vapors
We can float to the moon over lighted skyscrapers

Deep down In The dank pit
Where The lighters are lit
The buds burn  For The bong stacks to billow and  spit 
The dank disciples above and the skunk caboose
The noose is tight but I still feel so damn loose 
The window reveals a painted sky 
Of bustling green, the all seeing red eye 
We have arrived at our destination
The north bowl and all of its creation 


Rastafarian Santa at the edge of this rainbow 
Snoop lays beside him, his golden chains glow 
Tommy Chong I see you peaking
Is this real anymore or am I over tweaking?
Open arms they conjoin the embers of a blunt in each hand 
Bewildered I couldn't even understand 
United in a puff of magic 
United we stand  as the smoke grows thick
Talking towels repeat vowels mask what lies behind 
Apparition is forming but I'm already blind
They pull back the towel to reveal a figure 
Marley has rose my nuts quiver and purr
As he hands me the goose rod of the gods 
The ultimate testament of reefer roulades 

Double digit hits and I'm feeling derailed
Double vibrant blitz my chimney exhales
Little Green nuggets 
On A train that don't quit

The Mysterious Decibel x Bloom - The Train (FREE DOWNLOAD)

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Nucky Bombson
https://soundcloud.com/user-405139930

Original instrumental: Listen to War It Is Then by Nucky BombSon
https://on.soundcloud.com/GZwB5

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics: 

He's got mounds of sweets where there should be bread
Pop open up the closet to the diabetic spread
It's a stoners gleam, Hostess with cream
The oven over there emits a fragrant steam
What could it be?
Digiorno supreme!?
The true meaning of the American dream
of the American beam
Right in between
My sweaty nuts and all the hairs of the team
In Falcone's kitchen, Falcone knows best
The snacks that'll put thick titties on your chest
Munchies all around, 360 degrees
Got crunch rolls stuffed with Mac n Cheese
We're nut bustin
Gut thrustin
Cheeto dustin
It's getting disgusting in here
Wicked concoctions boil up in the stomach, The dirty bubble is near!

At the end of the night
It all seems right
You won't know, it's a brotherhood bite
At the end of the night
When the belly runs tight
Falcone's kitchen
What a delight!

The Mysterious Decibel x Nucky Bombson - Falcone's Kitchen (FREE DOWNLOAD)

l am so happy to make Guitar Noises with these Two cool cool Dudes--What a TREAT! please take a listen to the original:):)     Texmex-shaman – Shrooms

Shrooms with TexMex Shaman & One Blind Mouse

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by:
Perry Pressey - www.youtube.com/@PerryPressey
Ryini - www.youtube.com/@ryini

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics: 

The fallen ones show no mercy
Kingdom of mystery lies dormant no more
The power man has tapped into
Cuisine of curiosity but now in its feast to..
CHEW!

Don't you know some nests are better left unturned
Save your shell and bones, leave your sticks to burn

Coming down 
Taking crown
Are you ready to unveil this gown?
Entities on your back
Limbs of trees turn black
Fight the dimensional gig to retain your plaque.

Brush of truth paints the eye
This is where the canvas blooms and dies
Sacrifice on both sides
Only one army can arise
The fear sheds the blood like dandruff in the wind
Grab your loaded gun, we're on the run to avenge our home
And bite these creatures back!

Coming down 
Taking crown
Are you ready to unveil this gown?
Entities on your back
Limbs of trees turn black
Fight the dimensional gig to retain your plaque

Coming down 
Taking crown
Are you ready to unveil this gown?
Entities on your back
Limbs of trees turn black
Fight the dimensional gig to retain your plaque

The Mysterious Decibel  X Perry Pressey X Ryini - Dimensional Gig (FREE DOWNLOAD)

you're wrapped up today, it's 9.10 am and -2 degrees, it's been snowing overnight, some a them's been there since before 6! you walk down familiar streets, almost drag yourself there, feeling empty of emotion and desire, ambivalence consumes your integrity,  running commentary conversations with yourself contain more contradictions and paradoxes than thought itself. Horns tooting as you pick up the pace on Coburg street, nearly there now, must show willing and a pulse of positivity. You see your uncle Derek walking the dog, he's not really your uncle, you're not too sure if that's really a dog, it is a dog though, it's jumping up at you, fuck! it's at eye level, big dog that Derek! You make a bit of small talk about the football, and the dog, there's nothing small about the dog. He doesn't agree with the strike, I should be offended, but I don't give a flying fuck, it's nice to see him, have a bit crak and even getting bulldozed by that beast of a dog didn't seem to bother me. See you then Derek, tell the family I was asking after them. Turns out I would see him on my stroll to the picket line a week later too.

Big turn out today, you're genuinely impressed and start to feel a pang of guilt that you're really not feeling it. Try to fit in, you're more like them than they are themselves, it should be a stroll in the park. You start to make conversations and mooch about a bit, you don't  see anyone that you're desperate to avoid. Gallows humour is gallowing in pride, ready to take a bite out of anyone that doesn't subscribe to their own gallant gallowness. Sharing a thought invigorates your being, you start to reminisce and replay memories of this place and anything within a 2 mile radius. Across the road there was the last place you had a proper conversation with your cousin Pirrie, he wasn't really your cousin, but it was really a conversation; not like in the hospital, that was just the odd grunt here and there, a movement or two. There's Sydney Court, your Aunty Jean lived there since the 60s or 50s?  she wasn't really your Aunty, but it was built, and she was your mams aunty, so that's pretty close. You feel a genuine appreciation for this area and the folk who dwell upon it, you dwell with them, Gateshead town, blood sweat synagogues and thieves. Walking round the picket line, soak it all up, retain it, when you get home wring it out. Group therapy plasters over the cracks, you feel so good that you self diagnose yourself with bi polar. Although time grinded it's heels towards the end, it was worth losing a day's pay, you'd pay more for a therapist, and you'd gotten a good idea for a song.

Sydney Court

my mood is changing like the weather
my spirit rising like the sea
and all the things that I once held and cherished
don't really matter that much to me

as I wander round old Gateshead town
blood sweat synagogues and thieves
I lost my cousin in the Metropole bar
his ankles hanging round his knees

there ain't a single thing
left around here no more
not even a photograph
of Sydney Court

my mind is like a patchwork dreambelt
I'm blowing hot air in then cold
for when did I become the man's 
worst nightmare
never believing what I'm told

and as I'm riding down the Sheriff's Highway
and I watch the old Tyne valley flow
getting lost on the Tuxedo Princes
man it all seemed so long ago

there ain't a single thing left around here no more
not even a photograph of Sydney Court

where did you go
where did you go

recorded at home in my 8 track, thanks for listening, very much appreciated 👍






Sydney Court

seed of evil

Seed Of Evil

Call My Name

This song started with Terry sending Tez a really cool, unique beat. Tez then added some killer guitar to it and sent it to me. I added bass, organ, and synth to it. Tez produced it and mixed it, which was quite a task with this one, I believe. he always does such an amazing job of balancing everything, he's my go-to producer and engineer. Although, I have to say, there are many folks out there with great talent with whom I've worked, also. This is my first collaboration with Terry, but we have another in the works at the moment, too. I'm excited to keep making music with him, as well. He has a great sense of musical vision, and is fun and easy to work with, too. We hope you like our first collective psychedelic experiment.

Earth and Sky (with Tea R. Sea and Llanpsych)

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

The Mysterious Decibel X Mahan Mahan - A Septic Journey (FREE DOWNLOAD)

Vocals, Vocal Melody, Lyrics by Nadia Selvaggi
Instrumental & Mix by Garddwr Porffor: https://soundcloud.com/garddwrporffor
Photo: Wall Street crash, 1929

Suit 
by Nadia Selvaggi

Behold the bewildering horde 
swimming upstream like rats
towards Wall Street's charging bull

Watch the greedy, wretched whores
snatch Abbie Hoffman's dollars
before they hit NYSE's floor

Gold, diamond cuffs, an expensive shave
make you forget you're still
a demon's soulless slave

Bow down before the Golden Calf
Indulge every desire,
follow every darkened path,
while you starve in your dazzling cashmere suit

You're a dupe --
wasting your precious life
on a shallow, meaningless pursuit

You're just a suit 
living an unexamined life of disrepute

Twin serpents coiled around a sword
creating money out of nothing
from the numbers on a banker's keyboard

Proud American still unaware 
this whole system is still run
from a blue blooded bandit's royal chair

Selling out your country's precious sovereignty
To a selfish traitor
freedom's just another commodity

Bow down before the Golden Calf,
indulge every desire,
follow every darkened path,
while you starve in your dazzling cashmere suit

You're a suit --
wasting your precious life
on a shallow, meaningless pursuit
You're just a suit
living an unexamined life of disrepute

Suit by Garddwr Porffor & Nadia Selvaggi

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