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Haven’t been on the cloud much lately. Been travelling across the southern Australian coastline, to the beautiful and remote Kangaroo Island. Its beauty seemed strangely juxtaposed to the horrors going on elsewhere.

Haunting Moods of Change

URBAN SOULS. is a mix of genres,Jazz and ambient, a walk through the maze of streets where each one reveals its soul....

URBAN SOULS. 🎧

Pole Shift

The earth shakes below
lightning flashes above
hearts and minds are broken
Poison all around

Nowhere else to go
Everywhere the same
There’s no time at all
where we find ourselves

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Swallowing the hook
we consume the bait
Can’t agree at all
Save the need for change

Divided in our minds
Can’t tell love from hate
Then before we know
It may be too late

Blind with mental plays
walk into the blaze
Cannot see what’s here
in front of our face

Earth shakes below
lightning flashes above
hearts and minds broken
Poison all around

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Earth shakes below
lightening flash above
Hearts and minds broken
Poison all around

If we could only see
That we lack nothing
fear would fade away
Only truth would stay

Seeing in real time
Following the way
Having seen what’s real
Only truth will stay

Lightly holding on
As the poles turn round
peaceful through it all
as the world falls down

Pole Shift (2025 Remaster)

Hey…. Glad you dropped by. This is a simple, fun banjo song, with an instrumental break that has some mandolin, recorder, homemade percussion, and guitar-bass. It also has some vocal shenanigans. The song is about my time in graduate school, 40 years ago, when I lived off campus in a harmonious hippie house. I lived in the attic with my wife, and there were 4-6 roommates downstairs at any one time. We were all university students, peace loving, free-thinking, socio-environmentally conscious free spirits who became a family of sorts. There were potlucks, guitar jams, gardening, all sorts of ecological endeavors, helping our neighbors out, sharing meals, peace protests, shows and concerts and of course, studying for our classes, among other things. It was a time that helped shape who we would become. There was Joan, who became a professional wildlife photographer, Jack, an environmental engineer, Tim, a social worker, who built a farmhouse and had a large family with the love of his life. Andrea, a founder/owner of a community composting and recycling business, Delilah, an ecological research scientist and me, a laid back science teacher. We’ve kept in touch over the years, and now we are all old people. A lot of that lifestyle, ideology and sense of peace and freedom has stuck with me to this day. Hope you like the song. Mark

Our Harmonious Hippie House

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

I wrote this song 15 years ago for close friend and guitarist Elmer Stone. Elmer and I have collaborated on three songs on Soundcloud but this one is purely a tribute to him and the friendship we have shared for the past thirty-plus years.  It is also a memorial for his wife Bonnie who he lost two years ago. She was a core contributor to his music, life partner, and his best friend.
I am indebted to Mike Fox and Axel Meningen for taking my rough demo of the song and making it a broadcast quality production.  Thank you gentlemen for your time, talents, and belief that the song could be more than I could ever make it on my own.  Hear more of their amazing music @michael-fox-925325997 and @axel-m-501052973  
Good Ol' Boy
Lyrics:
He's a good ol' boy with his good ol' toys,
He likes a beer now and then.
He picks a guitar and dreams of going far,
Don't know the how, or the where, or the when.
The boys in the band play as hard as they can.
And they hitch their wagon to the star,
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

He keeps house with his wife, the love of his life,
The kids are all grown and gone.
By the gray in his hair you can tell he still cares
'bout the things that are right and wrong.
And the question comes does it get better than this,
A hard days work and a goodnight kiss,
For this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.

Bridge:
Well it hasn't been easy, no it's never been easy
But he keeps on keepin' on.
And what hasn't killed him he finds a way
To put into a song, 'bout this good ol' boy
This good ol' boy.

Instrumental break, repeat bridge.

He's a good ol' boy with his share of joys,
And his share of the cares of this world.
When it's all said and done, and his race has been run,
And he rests in the arms of the Lord
Of this good ol' boy, this good ol' boy.
Instrumental to the end.

Good Ol' Boy (Mike, Axel, David)

'Dont Smudge The Ink' is an easy listening laid back track and soundscape.

Dont Smudge The Ink

Silence By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

Special thanks to Ashesndreams for her acappella

Lyrics :
Baby no me pidas que me aparte
Yo ya te he buscado en todas partes
Solamente vengo a recordarte que estoy
Imaginandote
Una y otra vez
Que tu estas aqui conmigo
Acariciandome
No seas timido
Dejate querer
Que si dudas te prometo
Que vas a volver

No tengo miedo
Soy un kamikaze
Mi imaginacion se prende con lo que me haces
Diario yo te pienso
Te tengo en mis suenos
Eres el motor para escribir todos mis versos
No te voy a mentir te quiero todo pa mi

IMAGINANDOTE. 🎧.  feat  Ashesndreams

In English = "My Story, My Experience"

Rap : T Rex feat Cédibul 

Music et Mix:  Vince Ternest  https://soundcloud.com/vincent-ternest/tracks

MON HISTOIRE, MON VéCU / T Rex feat Cédibul

A Rage Against The Machine / Skindred / Pantera / type collab with @StarwayRecords & @matziz !!
StarwayRecords On vocals intro verse - lyrics
Matziz : Guitar programming and Voice and lyrics for the refrain (yeah it's a bit stupid mais i've thought this song need this kind of refrain to let a breathe between the 2 excellents verses ;) )
We're looking for a great Covert art if someone's interested? 

       !!! BE CAREFUL THIS IS DYNAMITE !!! 

Lyrics:

Intro :
Everybody stand up! there's a new revolution in town!
I'ma show you how it is! If you don't know now you know!
Mat on the Riff, Yeah! Mat on the riff!

Refrain :
HitRECord you have to HIT some more !!
Eat records, Raises That Fist !! Take The Power!!

Verse 1:
Give'm something! Give'm something to strand for!
The buffet of broken hearted, mixing in with the departed!
The soulless footsteps of a man filing the cracks,
yea Before you get too lost, you best tread back to this bomb track!
Yea! I shape the world with the truth of the land! When I call on Big O,
politicians fall like dominoes! Yeah I know you can't stand it!
But there's levels when you're messing with a yellow haired bandit!
S1 S2 S3 God! Yeah together we won! In the HitRecord kindom!
Critical, yea we're so analytical! We're fighting for truth!
Even if it leads to collateral! Emancipated, that's the biggest lie from hell!
Dont believe me? Look at yourself, your own guard to your jail cell!
They always tell to rage against the machine! But you better look twice!
Cause you're the machine!

Refrain :
HitRECord you have to HIT some more !!
Eat records, Raises That Fist !! Take The Power!!

Verse 2 : 
Yea The put us on ice! Just to thaw is when it's over!
Yea They give us a tag! Just to price us when it's done!
Yea they sell it's to the highest bidder! Like its purging on the weekend
And when they send you off to hell! They expect to keep your soul!

Hope you'll like it <3  <-----yeah we're not just beast ;)

Yellow Haired Bandits! (Street Saiyans)

The Terrible Brain's Fucked company is extremely proud to present you tonight !!!
I THE PICKAXE I
@Drew3KW  :  Voices / First part Lyrics
@ARTAUD   :  Voices / Second part Lyrics / Cover Art
@Matziz   :  Music (ex-Ondamania)/ Mix

The Pickaxe

!!! The Jackson's child are extremely proud to offer you tonight !!!
Turbo Kid (R6P0)
A wonderful Collab we hope you are ready to dance !!
Cause even if you don't want this beat will catch you :D

Lyrics 
Verse 1 - Starway
Yeah! I'm the turbo kid of the future!
Pumping up my kicks, to the turbulence, of this Beta mix!
I'm exploring like Futurama, peace to "Yo Mama"
every twinkle in the sky is a Hit. Recorder!
Blake and Mat, with the new attack! That'll take you back!
Relax! Jack! Turn the beat to the Max!
Grab a Battle Axe! Make a pact, To never let the chords,
fall through the cracks! Yeah!

Chorus
It's an all day occupation! We're touring around to the different nations!
We don't got time for no!
We don't got time for no!

Starway : Turbo Kid (R6D0) Huahahaha!

Verse 2 - Blake
Turbo Kid Verse 2
my circuits are full of non-stop make ya heart pop
tearing through space like an astronaut
rockets of fire and smoke rising to the top
we have lift-off (yeah) and we can't stop
floating all day up in the stars
making the quick stop on the surface of mars
Pretty soon we'll rule the galaxy
Turbo Kid and they call me BAE
that turbo kid man he's got it goin on
saving the world and then killing it on this song
We're gonna take over so watch ya step
Or Turbo kid and BAE are gonna bring you death

Chorus

Verse 3 - Drew
Pop my quarter in, hit recorder 2, the sort of kid
To tap a jab before I tiger uppercut in for the win
So check the high score its a D3K
I burn the tournament and earning that easy A
With Mat Z + BAE, the DJ’s
That keep bringing BAD shit these days
It’s a combo that’ll make you wanna watch the replay
Collab a song so hot that we rock and breathe flames
From far away space, to your local arcade, we got Starway
C’est n' est pas bon... c’est parfait!!
We’re on that always grooving and move to parlay
And sock it to ya mama smoother than butter or parkay
So the make the call, baby make it a fiesta soirée
And drink a tall boy and savor the taste like all day
There’s always more coming something to break the walls
Running the race it’s all love in the place the song plays!!
Chorus 

Turbo Kid (R6PO)

A
So i was walking down the aisle, just ahead of the courtroom,
Sharpening my knives, for the DA’s costume
Handcuffed, censored, I’m adjusting my words,
The sentence is near, i’m a felon for the herd.
D
in my element, with a disturbed mind that turns like a veteran
On a flashback of the first time I burned my red letter into
feminine thighs, finding a new kind of medicine.
I’m a bedouin, still roaming the sands but sans skeleton.
A
I created a siamese version of myself
Double-sided, so you can’t fuck with my two heads,
Cheap crass criss-crossed legs spread perv,
And the other ones says “you’re not getting no dessert!”
D
I’m getting just what I deserve, spurt first into the poon like
Boom! Cock a molotov, I drop it on some moonlight
Soon I’ll be up upon the monolith, baboons fight
Till doom strike, throw em some bones and be like, “dude, nice!”
A
The invertebrate cunt is back in the ledge
Placing my dunk in your cremaster shells!
D
Want you all to wade in my spunk, when your fingers tinkle my bells
I go from snail to a slug pumping my funk in your sails.
A
A dream of riding your ass on my Jihad babay,
Ragtag plane crash on a chav companay..
D
I scheme by night for the cash, take you to rehab on our first date
Stab that vein faster than pain smashing your frame cracked in an earthquake
A
Doctor says i’ll be dead within a hour,
“What’s up with the stench?” “It must be the liver..”
The metallic feeling of irony drips on my narcotics,
I’ll be drawing a bloodfilled teeth smile to forensics.
D
We’ll get our vengeance, drawing em out, my foul temptress
Got em wanting a full cavity search like a dentist
I throw a wrench with the federal fence left defenseless
Making a B line for the button to press so I can end this
A
An organized band of shrinks need a proper diss
Loosen up my straight jacket, give the toad a kiss
Coz if you’re bailing out the pitbull, better quit the program
Hit you in the mammogram, nakadaka ippon ken
D
Smash you like a pumpkin, slap you on the rump,
Escalate from making a raid to straight invade like the Gulf of Tonkin
Watch out where I’m walking, keep listening when I’m talking
I’m flipping it like whips in a chop shop in Compton.
A - Grab a handfull of shit and toss it in their cubicle
D - Jab da animal dick drop it in ya got a bootyfull
A - End you with my kalachnaKlit, that’s what i’ll do to you
D - Bend you backwards and lick that shit life is beautiful

Hook 1
I’m soggy in this orgy think i’m deranged, where’re my bones ? WAMB beast in yo pussy
Muscleless like a gym teacher after a sexchange, where’re my bones ? W.A.M.B “dans ton cul!”

Melting people in agony, casual murder conversation..

Ruffied, i don’t mind, kills the boredom
Slowly from behind, fist the warden
Juicy enterprise, steal your organs
Beauty for the blind, we’re No Skeleton

WAMB (dans Ton Cul)

*ARTAUD, D3KW, beats by Matziz*

[Hook 1]
The sky's always sunny
I'm spending my money
To lie on the beach and die

[Verse 1 : ARTAUD]
I want you to take me on a honeymoon, gently as we spoon
Rubber duckie boom boom, laughing at that third-world baboon
Pop that balloon right next to your earlobes
Play the donkey bongos on my cookie nookie pantyhose
Cheek slap me like a man, in an all-you-can-eat buffet,
Got coupons for the cha-cha classes, we’re going all the way!
Our bodies rolling on the sticky karaoke dancefloor
Gazing at the sunset on the plastic seashore
I’m getting so emotional as you saise the mic and croon
Get27 boozed up, find me blowing the bassoon
Party hats on, jump in the caterpillar
Knick knack paddywack, shove a bone and bite my pillow

[Hook 2]
So why do we come here?
I'm dying to fuck where
Nobody can hear you cry

[Hook 3]
Champagne for the ladies
Hop in my Mercedes
Got roofies to make you mine

[Verse 2 : Drew3KW]
Banana pancakes, spam sandwiches with birthday candles lit,
sticking it in to make shit romantic, bitch
Did gymnastics stretching her out like the spandex on my speedo
We don’t stop slopping the vino
Sock puppeted cock stuck in the Fritos
Rubbing it covered in hot sauce like a hot pocket burrito
Feed da libido, D3 creeper, the greasy gringo
I run the bridge club, plus I MC the bingo
Jump into hump on your leg, cuz I’m a dingo
Dog pound flamingo schlong down to the bottom of the can of Pringles
Guido sheen, designer jean pockets full of singles
Like Cee Lo Green socking a queen, dropping a C note
BVD pink torpedo, creamed on my chinos,
Mosquito-quick pricking a chick, blast em like Greedo
I’ll finish with my credo:
“Dick dick dick dick dick dick dick” -Tarantino

[Hook 4]
The sky's always sunny
I'm spending my money
To lie on the beach and die

Club Med (ARTAUD, D3KW prod. by Matziz)

Matziz's work is an attempt to translate images into music, to sculpt sound material and play with its textures to extract an emotional essence.

This is about working alchemical formulas through sound, to:
- treat, accompany, heal, inspire...
The sensitive world according to its various needs, which fluctuate at full speed, according to the context of the extremely changing and tumultuous news.

It is one of the facets of the musical work of Mathieu TORRES who is active in several projects (M'Z - Zhorhann - The Diogenes - UBBS - No Skeletons...), inspired by the origins of Techno and the English effervescence of electronic music in the 90's

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