Another great track! Your style is so unique!

When the moral is rotten
and the cause forgotten,
a letter is sent
to the dessert's end.

And as you are reading,
memory kicks in,
of what you must do
and who did the sending.

𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎

colorful alien

Suzy Hazelwood makes lovely photographs and videos. Besides that, she’s a very gifted writer too. So I’m very grateful to her for allowing me again to add music to her poetry. 
A big thank you Suzy, for your kindness and for your beautiful words and voice!
You can find Suzy Hazelwoods photograps and videos on suzyhazelwood.tumblr.com/ and vimeo.com/user48871036. And check out her wonderful poetry and voice (@suzyhazelwood) and (wordmusing.wordpress.com/)

Suzy Hazelwood: words, voice
qsc: noises and sounds

"Recollection Chills" Spoken Word By Suzy Hazelwood with quarkstrangenesscharm, see description

Cubist Funk For Mannequins

Storm

Proud to this first collab with Libbi Laksmi :

https://soundcloud.com/libbylaksmi

Honourable Composition Of Vibrations With Libby Laksmi (open Collab)

Seven days to make music in response to the assigned haiku: to participate visit www.naviarrecords.com

Bird Polyphony (naviarhaiku 495)

Audio Hacker - Reworked And Reloaded

Luis on a Gibson Acoustic, Lliam on a Veillette Baritone 12 string

Vuelca la yipeta, las aguas negras
retumba el tambor, en la frontera
la yipeta busca muertos de la esquina
atrévete a andar por la isla

¿para qué le venden más gasolina?
¿para qué le venden su medicina?

de ambos lados el mismos dictador 
de ambos lados el mismos dictador

un deseño americano
una cruz de cuervos da luz a una tumba
todo da un cuartel en la negrura
la yipeta busca muertos de la esquina
atrévete a andar por la isla

¿para qué le venden más gasolina?
¿para qué le venden su medicina?

de ambos lados el mismos dictador 
de ambos lados el mismos dictador

la canión del pobre se conoce
hey ombe, heh ombe, hey!
porque siempre habla de esclavos
hey ombe, heh ombe
la mujer del pobre se conoce
hey ombe, heh ombe, hey!
porque siempre anda rompiá
Hey ombe, heh ombe!

La Yola

Yipeta

Luis Días y Lliam - Yipeta

Written by Terry Reeves, 1981
Recorded in a dusty attic, Wallington, Surrey, 1983
Terry Reeves: Vocals/ Guitar 
Brian Reeves: Guitar
John Palmer: Bass
Gary Reeves: Drums

Back in 1981, there was a major news item on the front of the tabloids involving two young teenagers who had committed suicide in a car. They left a note saying that there was no point in carrying on living as they had no job and no money. Unemployment was the highest it had ever been at that time, so it made the headlines. This song was my comment. There was nothing great about the Thatcher government and yes, I was there. (Terry Reeves)

LYRICS

Work hard at school and you will succeed
Get the pieces of paper that you need
You will get there if you are the best
But what happens to us, all the rest

CHORUS
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

Discipline will curb your greed
Much more training's what you need
It's better now than it's ever been
Hard times like these we have never seen

CHORUS X 2

Lets tell the truth and not live a lie
No piece for us of that money pie
The youth are the future that's what we're told
But what will they tell us when we're too old

CHORUS X 2

So what's the point in carrying on
Growing up is just one big con
Haven't listened to a word that's said
Perhaps you'll listen when I'm dead

NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT
NO JOB, NO MONEY, NO LIFE, NO POINT

colorful alien

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