Crawling end

ET once said... "Elliot..." and we all knew what he meant. He came from another star system to share his glowing finger with the hearts and minds of families across the globe but no one paid attention. He'll be back as they say...

... and the rest was history.

Home Phone ET (Instrumental)

SUPPORT LABOR UNIONS

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Consider that this song is ten iterations of a pattern, representing the hands of the laborer as well as ten-based systems of measurement.

Credits:
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PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, vocals, floor tom set 2, howl 1
R Thomas: Synth Guitars, backup vocals, floor tom set 1, snare drum, hi hats, howl 2
Mixed and Mastered by Mystic Tape Deck

Lyrics
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I cut the tree and I hammer the nail
I fetch the water and I carry the pail
Harvest the wheat, and I bundle the bale

Fasten the saddle, the bridle and bit
I shoe the horses and I shovel their shit
I dig forever in the bottomless pit

I'm turning wrenches and I'm fueling the jet
My brow is furrowed and it's blistered with sweat
I'm on a boat with a hook and a net

I'm in the engine room, I'm driving the train
I'm climbing poles in the wind and the rain
I load containers from a towering crane

Repair the derricks for the men who get paid
I'm tugging triples up a slippery grade
I built the factory where the factories are made

I'm in the kitchen now preparing your meal
With hogs to slaughter and potatoes to peel
I hone the blade and I sharpen the steel

The Laborer

RIP Terry Hall.

I like this song very much. It was written by Jane Wiedlin of the Go-Gos and Hall, apparently following a brief affair, though I didn’t know any of this until reading about it recently after the sad news of Terry Hall’s death in December. I have never before inflicted a cover on the world and if my attempt here works at all I think it’s a demonstration of how a really good pop song can survive a minimal arrangement and a dodgy vocal.

I may end up having to take it down :/ but there are other covers of this on SC already – so something something Mechanical Licencing Collective something something something. Maybe.

Many many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his encouragement.
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Produced performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Michael Fenton https://unsplash.com/@michaelrfenton

Our Lips Are Sealed - Cover

Began as an exercise but I think it's worked out reasonably OK (represents progress for me anyway). It's quite long (sorry) - I tried to shorten it but couldn't really. Also tagging as classical may be pushing it a bit but is probably closest - or maybe should be soundtrack? Don't know.

Many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his encouragement with this track.
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Produced arranged composed & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Kristine Cinate https://unsplash.com/@kristine_cinate

In Sight Of Spring - Instrumental

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21st Century Psychopath

The Menace Of Marijuana

Trying to make a 90's song remix for a compilation. My first attempt was rejected. Back to the ol' drawing board.

Also, I'm temporarily out of state for a few months due to another death, so my uploads will be sporadic. I may not upload for a couple weeks, or I might upload a ton of really bad stuff back to back... Who knows. Things just keep getting crazier and crazier over here.

Ace of Base - The Sign (Insatiable Void Remix)

#electronic rock  #underground rap #experimental rap #polymeter #fast rap #unconventional #darkwave
LYRICS!:

Take it up with corporate if you’re so sure of it, and 

I’m not in support of it, but you do you

I’m lost in my own math

High in a cold bath

Layed down a stone path

Down played my own rath


Katherine i’m asking what do you think,

Feelings blunted after the last drink

Healing stunted, skateboard stunt kid

But now I’m some new shit, ready to run shit


Merely, hear me, clearly, deary,

Fear the cheery, but dread the weary

Music theory cost me dearly ,Start with magic, end with dreary

I’d rather not, but what I got, might be a long shot

Strike while the irons hot

Work all the soft spots

Stop before it’s over wrought, pound when you know its not


Most arguments don’t help a lot,  

The best battles aren’t fought

True wit cannot be taught

True grit cannot be bought,

Except through the strife of which life is rife

Run don’t walk on the edge of the knife

Not out of the woods say you’re taking a hike,

Not feeling to good, try riding a bike, or

Picking up the mic, when the blood pressure

spike

  

 Save your breath to cool your porridge ,keep your good advice on cold storage



Burst first on the scene, like an early crocus 

Turn focus into Hocus pocus,

Seeds in the studios I am ready to grow this vine out my mind to a master opus.  


why rush to evaluate, see what may germinate, suddenly it resonates, don’t let it dissipate, wrote by the hand of fate, a beat that innovates

A verse that elevates, a hook till it levitates, 

    


If want to criticize, don’t first apologize 

Nobody gets wise, High on some white lies,

I’m down for some failed tries,

And frowns from a nice guy

Sound of a long sigh,  

Pounds on the to the dirt why    

Tears in my red eyes

Wind off the cold sky

New Low was an old high

Foe turned to ally

The was far, now is neigh,

 Kept hope in good supply 

  Always kept the powder dry but now I really wonder why

Soo…



Expansive flow, wat ch my tentacles grow, I let my testicles know, we three amigos, follow my cock wherever it goes..


To hell and back, I blaze a path, when I drop a track, I embrace the flack, 

my girl is a snack, from back to rack, brace for attack, I’m come right back 


Please do a deep cough, time to get my rocks off,

You can keep your socks on,

But let me put a smock on

Bedroom art class, taught by her ass

Back door hall pass, no luck with that

Lets get messy, time for some  finger paint    b    

Worship filthy, pray to my dirty saint

I know man can be moral and godless 

Sorry jesus, I sleep with a goddess

Merely Hear Me Clearly

#dark electronic #darkwave #rap #underground rap 

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