madness.

Where

Female Vocals done by my girlfriend
All Music, lyrics and production done by this guy.

Tell me again just what you mean
When you're being so fucking mean
Tell me again it's warranted
You're full of shit I didn't do anything
Come on now yell again
Show me how your such a Man
Treat me like a piece of shit 
Watch it crumble the end of it

All of it gone 
Leaving you frowning alone
Why must you break up our home
Break up our home

Why did you have to break up our home 
Why
Why did you have to break up our home
Why

Tell me again how I'm the worst
Yelling in vain screaming in curse
Tell me again how you're so perfect
With a halo on your head 
Your wings are burnt
You don't see it  
You don't have a clue
I'm not the problem
The problem is you
We used to have magic
We fell under the spell
The fairytales over
Welcome to Hell

All of it gone 
Leaving you frowning alone
Why must you break up our home
Break up our home

Why did you have to break up our home 
Why
Why did you have to break up our home
Why

Bronze Heaven ?

= )

The picture was *not* taken at the church where those bells live,
somewhere entirely different, but in the same city ; )

recorded with a Zoom H4n, from inside the church's bell tower this time,
in Tiohtià:ke (Montréal), on May 14, 2023, just before mass

This recording is of the same church as the one in the previous one.

Heaven's Bells 2

Machine | slow tempo ambient

This track is part of Athenian Truckstop Issue #4 Songs for Dreaming release, found here:
https://atheniantruckstop.bandcamp.com/album/issue-4-songs-for-dreaming

The theme was dreams

https://soundcloud.com/douglasmseidel: banjo, bass, beans, drum, cowbell, gong, organ, other stuff, penta guitar, toy piano, water jug 

todd: drumset, crow call, percussion, semi-modular, voices, whistling, words



it started with a plastic 24oz jar 
half filled with foamy yellow liquid 
and some very sticky residue at the top

tom of tom and jerry
fame
had one broken ear
he was sitting on the ledge 
of the garage window

I can’t remember what I was doing

but I know I was wearing a 
poultry keel necklace
that laid so elegantly 
over my clavicles

every thought 
every measure 
gets bigger and faster 
and further from the next

plumb shucks said to thumb plucks 
untuck that loose end of the dumpling lover
and wrap some warm rising dough around your head
dumb luck kept ducking under the fun chunks 
until he realized he was bouncing on a shingle instead
he said that’s some kinda skipping slip of the bliss bud

chimichuck said to raisin brains

wrench mouth woman has a heart in her throat
with the wave of her stick arms she weaves me a coat 
the birds that are flying carry sticks to her breast
crescent wrench moon lucky charms and the rest

sticky residue

Todd Tuttle (https://soundcloud.com/user-849753517-658869299)
bass, drums, percussion, semi modular, voices, words

Doug: bass, guitars, organs, saw blades, other stuff

words:

I froze at the podium
blinky blinky in my turtle shell
i got the hot wax anemia short circuit
i almost fell
she asked me how can you live without sunlight
we turned our heads and we agreed
you tell me now the weeds we pulled out were stuck in tight
i said the recent rains made them easy to pull
she pulled up in a quick way and rolled down her window
I dropped the flowered bag in there and then she was gone
there is a scrungie on that fish
there is a scrubber on that fish
you are delightful as a wish and I’m glad you’re gone
she asks how can you live without sunlight
we turned our heads and we agreed
frozen at the podium
blinky blinky in my turtle shell

recent rains

From jazz to dog

Naryech

Narypul

Φ dɝspɝrat¡ōn k¡ll sw¡tch Φ (relentless mix)

Dozage

Tech Metal

Shaaa

The Clown Prince

improvisation qui m'a emmené dans cette mystérieuse région qu'est la Bretagne.
improvisation that brought me into this mysterious region that is Britain.

*Magifique photo de Selin Florio.

Breizh

Φ fractal bra¡nwavɝ malfunct¡ōn Φ (demo)

Grilled Cheese And Bass Soup 9

SlowKID

собачий lie-не оставляй меня (balbeesssss remix)

My Dixie Normous

right hook

typical white brutality
Φ ¡ndustr¡al tɝchnō-funk Φ 
i like my music to sound like it's being played loudly on a cassette in a boom box in 1983.
+++ my playl¡sts cōnta¡n ōnly ¡ndepɝndɝnt art¡sts = thɝ bɝst tracks ōf my fɝɝd

madness.

🏴‍☠️typ¡cal🏴‍☠️wh¡tɝ🏴‍☠️brutal¡ty🏴‍☠️