The details behind this one are in Josh's excellent write up below, but I wanted to say thanks again to Josh and Ken for taking the time to contribute to this one.  

Cast of characters: 

Quanah Stewart --vocals, lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–electric guitar, synths, arrangement, composition, mix, and production 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four-string fretless bass
 
This song began with Stephen and his friend and bandmate, Quanah Stewart who also sings this version, and who wrote the lyrics. They were in a band together for about 7 years in the early 2000s. When the band broke up, they went many years without playing together. Until, in 2018 Stephen started his TexMex shaman project and this was one of the first songs he wrote.  Quanah had moved to Austin in the meantime but on a visit back to Dallas, Stephen asked him to come over and add the vocal track you hear on the song.  
 
Fast toward to 2024 and Stephen wanted to remix this along with a few other older tunes. He asked his good friends and teammates Ken and Josh if they’d like to help, and of course, they were super enthusiastic.  This is what he had to say about the finished product. "Their parts blew me away.  Beyond what I expected and it made it a whole new song.  Very grateful to them both for their time and talent." As are Ken and Josh very grateful to Stephen for sharing his awesome rocker with us.  

The title comes from trying to think of the stupidest song title Stephen could come up with, on a bet. And it’s close. 

  Of course, Stephen did the honors of mixing and producing it. Ken and Josh had a lot of fun bringing this song back to life with him, whose creativity and skill are unparalleled. We all hope you (and Quanah) enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it. 


Original Lyrics by Quanah Stewart:
1212 still like to dance still like to sing deep cover elevator parking lot bring yeah THEY don't know about IT THEY aint seen we squeakin tweakin but were bufferin th stream yeah favorite stories favorite songs hey check th timeline might be gettin mighty long now my mind expanded my mind IS blown my head exploded but I dont know what it shown yeah (unknowable silence) NOW ITS some bullshit we went through who knew th
CHASMS came & got you 2 still sayin fuck you still stayin high still makin me believe that Bon Scott never died rye whens the punchline when
IS IT near nobody laughin said that no one shed o tear NOW so whats th story what th eff we gonna have to make IT with what little we got left yeah yeah

TallywhackerOMG! - (w/Josh and Ken from the EC)

This song was written whilst on one of many walks in a nature reserve that stretches along the edge of my suburb in Sydney, and on these many walks I would stretch my mind with the end of getting my music making partner back again.... which I did.

When you have counted
The reasons why
Checked them all over
And over again
Not missing any
Reiterated
Contemplated

Throw them all away
Judge and jury on your side
Could be a brand new day
Doesn't have to mean
You were not right

We had it all
Laid out in court
The crimes were clear
Right there to see
Malevolence
Unjustified
No provocation
As you can see

Throw it all away
Judge and jury on your side
Could be a brand new day
Doesn't have to mean
You were not right

Hysteria is blinding
So can be love
But who's to say
What's there to see
Cause every person
Sees these things a little bit
Differently

Brand New Day

This is the original instrumental version of the Hip-Hop track I did before I decided to add lyrics and collaborated with the talented Ian Greaves (aka @IPG1). After composing this instrumental track, Ian was kind enough to let me use his lyrics/vocals from his song ‘Modern Times’.

Here is the version with lyrics:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/modern-times-the-digital-age-collab-with-ipg1

And here's the link back to IPG1's original vocal track; please give him a listen!:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/modern-times-vocals-150-bpm

Most of the music is performed by me, with the exception of the sampled vocalization in the middle bridge and ending, and a few sound effects here & there. The beginning starts off normal enough, but the middle section takes a bit of a left turn before I 'go off' on the synth in the second half. I kind of enjoyed working the sliders on the live synth performance.   ;)

AI image designed & created using ChatPGT 4o
This is the same image I used in the vocals version, just inverted. 

Thanks for listening!

Modern Times - the digital age (instrumental)

Picture from the video game God Of War
We are nothing more than mortals waiting for the day when Átropos cuts the thread of our life.

Átropos

Music: Little Man Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & vocal:  Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix:  Little Man Project

Lyrics:

I always played by the rules
Was so sure, I would never loose
But I lost..
Really thought in love and life
Everything would turn out just fine for me
I was wrong..

Just give me time
A bottle of wine
And I´ll be just fine..

I was naive, so believed that all I gave 
would  somehow come back to me
It wasn't true..
Thought I was leading my ship
With a steady hand
But I crashed on land
The ship was wrecked..

Just give me time
A bottle of wine
And I'll be just fine..

Just give me time
A bottle of wine
And I´ll be just fine...

I have failed, I have learned
So after all this have been good for me
I know better now..
Experience is good to have
Even though it can hurt so bad
Time will heal..

Just give me time
A bottle of wine
And I'll be just fine!

I´ll Be Just Fine  W/ Little Man Project

I Like It When You Don't (Harsh)

'facetious feces'

Insecure.
Sins a blur
when you're livin'
in the fast lane.
Feel no pain,
until you come 
crashing down.
Lasting frowns
seem to stick around 
endlessly. 
No retreat,
until you get
high again.
Bliss.
Heaven.
The cycle it
never ends.
Repeat. 
Repent.
Be careful or
you'll be dead.
Catchin' zeds,
stuck in a bed 
permanently. 
Germinate seeds
of love within yourself. 

Crashing down.
Masking frowns
until I get high again.
Will it end?
Or is this just life?

facetious feces

A peculiar peace invades the heart when we do the right thing.

Uma estranha paz invade o coração
quando se faz o bem.
Sou bem capaz de amar o bem
só pela paz que ao mundo vem
quando Deus entorna o céu.

E, se eu chegar ao céu, serei um rio de Deus
para dar de beber aos filhos meus.
E, se eu chegar ao céu, em rio me irei tornar
para ver os meus filhos navegar.

O amor é luz, não se apaga.
Brilha para sempre no tempo.
Enche de paz a minha alma.
Onde há amor não há medo.

Uma Estranha Paz

Video; https://youtu.be/29QahA0X6hU

Made in #Ableton (September 2024)

https://frozenlab.bandcamp.com/

Genres;
#Electronic
#Rock
#Pop
#Experimental

At World's End (by project Frozen Lab)

Lyrics: 
never meant for you to always have your way
I just wanted us to somehow find our way
But in the journey, I slowly started to fade
The man you thought you wanted I became

and now, that I’ve awakened
There’s this heart-breaking 
Divide between our reality 
And what we feel inside 

IM NOT THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS
YOU MAY NEVER REALLY LOVE ME 
ALWAYS WANTING PRINCE CHARMING
AND TO ME THAT’S SO ALARMING
BECAUSE HE DOES NOT EXIST
HE DOES NOT EXIST

I never meant for us to crumble away
I just wanted us to live for today
But in the journey, we started to fade
Loving arms turned into hateful blades

and now, that I’ve awakened
There’s this heart-breaking 
Divide between our reality 
And what we feel inside 

IM NOT THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS
YOU MAY NEVER REALLY LOVE ME 
ALWAYS WANTING PRINCE CHARMING
AND TO ME THAT’S SO ALARMING
BECAUSE HE DOES NOT EXIST
HE DOES NOT EXIST

Prince Charming Does Not Exist

City Bear

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. 🏁🕯️