Man below

Akkordeon Scheiße.wav

Here you can listen to the original version: https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/welcome-back-for-more

(Verse1)
Centered and focused, we all have a purpose
Always on the cutting edge, No need to unload us, alert us
Deep in the culture, we’re ultra Tight 
We dance, sing and write, getting ultra hyped 
Any size color or creative, no stereotype 
Bytes don’t hurt, but a keystroke can bury you 
Exchange what you learn, that’s a type stereo
Tight stereo, check another scenario 
That knowledge base that leaves a taste 
What’s a cook up? 
 
(Chorus)  
Welcome back for more, Got a taste for the flavor
well come back for more, and a flavor for the taste
Champions of the underground setting the pace
Welcome back for more, Got a taste for the flavor
well come back for more, and a flavor for the taste
Champions of the underground setting the pace

(Verse2) 
Listen very carefully, as I report the score 
ones and zeros, all built for war 
Computer Bass, ——stereo image tracks, cut and paste
Making music like we do, stand alone or with your crew
The collective few can’t refuse the flavor
Of our music with a slightly different taste 
Easy does it all the way, there’s never a rush 
Never haste, come correct and flavor to taste
A chef never worries about making mistakes

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
Making music dropping rhymes 
we’re in session all the time 
all the ingredients —thrown in the pot
Anytime theres a session you’ve got a cook-up 
that’s how we do it—-legends world renowned 
tight stereo in session, ———
champions of the underground—-
champions of the underground
Adlib

Welcome Back For More Vox 93 BPM

A little monkey in a mechanical suit

stranger lovers in a strange world

IT'S A FUNNY THING FOR ME TO SAY
BUT CHAOS COMFORTS ME
HATE THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
BUT DANGER SIGNS, THEY MAKE MY DAY
>
I TAKE THE RISK, I NEVER PRAY
IGNORING THEM THEY GO AWAY
I SHAKE MY FIST, SAY COME WHAT MAY
TOMORROW I MAY PASS AWAY
>
CHAOS
KEEPS ME COMPANY
CHAOS IS THE ONLY FRIEND I NEED
>
CHAOS
SHE SAYS THAT IT’S HER HAPPY PLACE
CHAOS
HER COMFORT BLANKET OF CHAOS
>
HOUSE OF DYSFUNCTION OR A STABLE HOME
NOT A DIFFICULT CHOICE UNLESS YOU’RE LIVING IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE
>
WHERE COMMON SENSE IS ABSENT
ALL THE RULES THROWN IN REVERSE
DON’T MAKE A LICK OF SENSE AND SHE KNOWS IT
HER DECISIONS GO FROM BAD TO WORSE
>
SURE TO MEET A SORRY END 
AND SHE’S LOSING HER BEST FRIEND
TWELVES YEARS OR MORE I’VE WASTED, 
NEVER ONCE LEFT HER SIDE
>
PROBABLY TIME I FACED IT, 
FORCED MYSELF TO QUIT
IT WAS A MIRACLE WHILE IT LASTED
BUT WAS INEVITABLE…..THAT WE’D SPLIT

CHAOS COMFORTS ME

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is LCEEM

Laboratory for Contemporary Electronic Experimental Music [LCEEM]

rec.name: " Structured  Noise Resource 4 "
credit :  ipad9,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNpJBd480_4
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date: 04.07.2025
Movie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afoDBpTLAT8

Aeolian Syntheticon

For listeners of Dead Can Dance, Bohren & der Club of Gore, Zola Jesus, Tim Hecker.

War in Orchard

Last track of the Ep utsuro Bune. Chilled composition from me.

listening to the heavens

01 - SA - Alev Lenz 3 - Interactive Album - Soul of Runner
02 - OT - TM - Women Choir Sustains Uuh Pitch Slides TM- Harps and Vibes - Pendulum Swells TM
03 - SA - ORBIS - Loops Playable - Balafon ConChaCha - Crunch - Tibetan Bells - Shimmer

Alev Lenz - 3 - Drone

01 - NI - Session Guitarist - Picked Acoustic - Tonight
02 - SA - PS - Tubular Bells - Short Soft Sticks
03 - SA - PS - Xylophone - Swarmed Sticks Hot F
04 - SA - OACE - Chamber Grid

Winter Heat

Now that’s a cryptic pairing. Here’s a concept riff:

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Tsarwicc | Randleman
A haunt beyond the oval.
Where burnout echoes into silence, and roadside shrines flicker in eternal dusk.
Here, Tsarwicc reclaims the speedway’s forgotten hymns—ritualizing lost velocity, discarded helmets, and the spectral drawl of Southern legacy.
From pit crews to cryptic choirs, every track Fuel for the Stillborn, or Petty Saints. Want to go harder into that haunted motorsport Americana vibe? Or twist it toward Tsarwicc’s quieter layers: rust as resonance, oil as oracle. I’m buckled in either way. 🏁🕯️