Flunk - Sanctuary (Dramantic Remix).mp3

Beats Alive... Spanish Obsession Pt 2

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Selmer Alto Saxophone solo. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Korg Synthesizer Bass. Acoustic full drum kit set. Percussion, Bongos, Congas, Cowbell, Ago Go Bells. Electronic Kick Drum.

Cannery Row

Hey Bartender

HintS


https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=HgXlJU9Aiwg&si=egXnOC82DsKPcyK1


https://open.spotify.com/album/4QxzaIc49gGPevUjb0kZHm?si=v5i5xBTHQ76edJrs3jlbyg



https://music.apple.com/us/song/non-dire-di-no/1859065977

DON'T SAY NO


I'll dance with you all night
Bare feet on the warm sand
The sea watches us
It speaks to us
It touches us
A step forward and then back
The wave is created


Under the stars we will dance until infinity
Hands in the air
A beating heart
An invitation
Never stop
Don't say no
This is our time


The moon guides us
A silver lighthouse
Every movement is like an oath
We play with our bodies in harmony
A perfect fit
Pure magic


The sky lights up
The world disappears
We are alone here
Nothing can stop us
A turn
A leap
  Rhythm holds us
The night is eternal
But waiting is not worth it



Under the stars we will dance until infinity
Hands in the air
The beating heart
An invitation
Never stop
Don't say no
Never stop
Don't say no
This is our time

Non dire di no.mp3

Door Knocker

In this extended version of Old Saint Nick we finally added all the things we wanted from the start but didn’t have time for. There’s a lovely intro by Mauro using Omnisphere, some backing vocals from Tom who handled production and mix, and a final instrumental section to put the cherry on top of this amazing musical cake created by the awesome Joe Stroffolino (https://soundcloud.com/joseph-stroffolino/old-saint-nick), of which we carved out a delicious Chiptune slice (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/old-saint-chip-instrumental-chiptune)!
Enjoy! We’ll be back in a week with one of our own songs. You can find the teaser here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPFKANVV9Us

©2025 Beating Edge & @Joseph-stroffolino

Credits:
Main Vocals, music and lyrics: Joe (@Joseph-stroffolino)
Guitar & Backing Vocals: Mary
Backing Vocals: Tom
Synths: Mauro
Bass & Synth Bass: Davide
Drums & Percussion: Valerio
Mixed & Produced by Tom

Lyrics:

St Nicholas was born in Turkey in the fourth century AD.
He became the bishop of Myra, and was known for his generosity.
They say he tossed three bags of gold into a poor family's dwelling,
And he raised three boys from the dead — it’s a legend, but it sure sounds compelling.

How did a man who lived in Turkey,
In a land that’s warm and sunny,
End up in the North Pole with flying reindeer
If you think about it, it’s kind of funny.

Nicholas died of old age in Myra in the year three forty-three.
They buried him in a tomb expecting him to rest eternally.
The years went by, the tales grew taller and his legend continued to grow,
And it was a fact that relics of a saint could earn you quite a bit of dough.

It’s good to give gifts to family and friends,
And people in need,
But sometimes it feels
Like we’re being manipulated
To buy things we don't need.

In 1087, there were sailors in two cities, Venice and Bari.
They decided they wanted St Nicholas's bones so they raced across the Adriatic Sea.
The sailors from Bari got there first and they took those bones by force and deception.
They brought them back to Bari and they were greeted with a heroic reception.

You can take all the bad parts of the story that happen in real life,
Remove the uncomfortable dark parts and keep only the light.
We sing our Christmas carols and say it’s the most magical time of the year.
For a few days we ignore all the bad stuff as we spread the Christmas cheer.

Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, he tried to help those in need.
Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, now he’s a mascot for corporate greed.
Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, he tried so hard to help the poor.
Now he’s a giant plastic figurine who smiles as you walk into the big box store.

As we sit there ripping the paper off our presents underneath the Christmas tree,
It’s good to remember there are people out there who are less fortunate than you and me.
Maybe we can be a little bit more like Old Saint Nick — maybe we can.
Maybe we can be a little bit more like Old Saint Nick.

Old Saint Nick Extended Version

given my list of themes when I started working on my album “Despair,” here is my fourth-to-last song.

have you already been to an immersive art exhibition? using VR and AR glasses, 3D mapping, elaborately designed projections, and sophisticated soundscapes, these institutions offer the opportunity to witness art in a multisensory and emotional way.

before the remarkable advent of digital technology, this special pleasure could only be experienced by consuming widely discredited plants such as magic mushrooms, mescaline cacti, or a hawaiian baby woodrose. or through an instrument that has been almost replaced by electronic entertainment: human imagination.

this atrophying ability can unfold effects by far more immersive than anything that could ever be achieved through digital simulation because every imagination is absolutely unique, solely existing in the mind of the individual. 

think of the paintings by caspar david friedrich: heaps of immersive power for unique experiences, interpretations and lively discussions (one of carina and my favorite pastimes).

there is this enigmatic work, “winter landscape with church,” (see wikipedia), which at first glance shows exactly what its title suggests. but then you discover a detail in this scene, which has sparked the imagination of the many experts who have attempted to interpret it. many have identified religious messages in it.

I – largely unimpressed by christian iconography and theological confirmation bias – I just feel the icy cold mist creeping into my clothes, into my skin, into my bones. I smell the piercing frost in the air as the white fragrance of a vast nothingness. I hear the heavy silence of the snow. somewhere, the cry of a crow echoes, and an old tree sighs and cracks. I see the inhospitable outline of a cathedral, like a lifeless mirage from another world. and then, in front of me, I witness an infinitely wordless tragedy.

a person. in ultimate self-abandonment. in despair that leaves everything behind. following one final illusion that transforms a lonely death into a dream. a dream I tried to turn into a song. 

no need for special glasses.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, translational support by deepl, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5


He drops in the snow where the cold winds bite
No clue where he’s heading, no strength left to fight 
His crutches tossed down like: Man, I’m done 
Breath turning to clouds in the weak morning sun

Tiny fir trees stand there, quiet and small 
Iced-up and shivering but still standing tall 
They’ve taken the storms and they’ve ridden the night
But damn, they look peaceful in that pale blue light

Lone, lost in hope
No way to cope
Ice freezing breath
Tears
Grief 
And death

Through the fog in the distance a steeple breaks through 
Like a half-faded signal saying: Hey, still you 
A ghost of a promise in the silence and snow 
A place for the lost when they’ve got nowhere to go

He stares at that church with a shake in his chest 
Worn-out as hell but still trying his best 
And something inside, real tiny, real thin
Goes: Yeah, you’re hurting, but you’re not cashing in

Lone, lost in hope…

He hauls himself up with the last of his drive
Snow on his jacket but wait, he’s alive 
And the church just waits there, calm like it knows: 
You’re stuck in the frost, but you’ll get where you go

Lone, lost in hope…


Lone, lost in hope

Cast of Characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals, lyrics, acoustic guitar and composition

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST strings and mellotron 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – upright double bass, plucked and bowed

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – piano

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson custom T model electric guitar, Danelectro baritone electric guitar, and e-bow

Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering
 
Carl came up with this song at the beginning of November on his acoustic guitar, and shared it with the rest of us shortly after. Carl is a songwriting supernova, in case you're unfamiliar with our newest addition to the team. We're always excited and grateful to get to work on his music. 

  Mark was first to add his parts, although he tweaked them throughout the process. His work can be heard in the dramatic string arrangement and mellotron at the crescendo. Josh was next to jump in, adding his new upright bass to the song. He played not only the plucked part, but the bowed part in the strings section, too. Ken came along next with his perfect drums to complete the rhythm section. JJ wanted in on this, too, so he added the foundational piano you hear throughout. Last, but not least, Stephen dropped in his electrifying guitar solo and the accompanying textural chords using is Danelectro baritone guitar, followed at the very end by his magical e-bow part. 

  Once it was all in the bag, we asked Tez to produce and mix it for us, which he did in his always expert fashion. 

  This is our latest song of which Carl is the author. He's been making music with us for the past half a year now, and we can't get enough of his abundant creativity. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

  Also, Carl had this to say about his lyrics, "Labels and putting each other in a particular box is causing big problems on the planet. The song's meaning is born from trying to take labels out of our lessons. In a polarized world, the song pines how we will likely learn lessons properly if we leave ego out of what we are trying to learn. Maybe our art has more relevance for future generations if we do that instead of bolting it to the current people or ideas causing us problems."
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Let's play cards
You lying runt
Word poker perfect
A joker to hunt
Motor makeup mouth
Dadless brain itched
Orange sith can shout
Cycle of old child bewitched

Leave out the names
Remove their power
Lessons find refrain
Fake turned to flower

All liars die
'As honest tongue
Dinnseanchas signs our true right and wrong
Transmutation
Time understood
Truth trump card for hate
More blossomed love

Leave out the names
Teach tomorrow's hour
Lessons find refrain
Pure honest power

Lies from power
Carry hidden agenda
Justice can save us from these malady members
Unless they break our sacred norms
They've changed the game with iron fisted porn

Leave out the names
Control our stream
Lessons mute ego
Brutes turn to dream

The system protects us from crazy one
One system collective
Agreement by sum
Normals described
Standards of power
Transmutation of evil
Never named gives real flower

Let's label our love
Let's teach that today
Let lessons of dove
Show us our way

Leave out the names
Remove their power
Lessons find refrain
Fake turned to flower

Leave out the names
Teach tomorrow hour
Lessons find refrain
Pure honest power

Leave Out the Names - Eclectic Collective

A scammer tried to lure me in with an advance payment. He wanted a personalized birthday song. I was able to keep him on a leash long enough to get details about this fictional “birthday boy”,  which I turned into text. The profile has since been deleted, but I wrote the song anyway,  just re-dedicated it. It was an interesting inspiring experiment…

The marble sculpture "Monument to the Unknown Deserter" was created in 1989 at the instigation of the Bonn Peace Plenum by the Turkish sculptor Mehmet Aksoy, who was living in Berlin at the time.

A Birthday Garland

ref. 

This is… , this is a…
This is a garland for you…				(3)	

This is… , this is your…
This is your birthday song.

1
Dear Unknown Deserter,
I only know you by name...
I heard today is your day.
So many candles on the cake.

Weren’t you the one with the wild hair?
What’s the color of  the socks you wear?
Always up for a prank?
Who makes the others laugh?
Who is blushing right now?

The one with the camera,
Capturing the moment?
Look around yourself,
All the loved ones, all your friends,
How they rejoice with you and they chant:

ref.
This is… , this is a…
This is a garland for you 				(2)	
 
This is… , this is your…
This is your birthday song.				(2)			

2
Weren’t you the one who dreamt of skydive?
Here's some dumb donkey jackass recommending:

Look around yourself, capture the moment
It is not the flight that matters, but the landing…

Look around yourself…
This is your life lately
All the loved ones, all your friends
Rejoice with you and they chant:

ref.+out
This is… , this is a…
This is a garland for you 				(2)

This is… , this is your…
This is your birthday song.				(2)

(... Look around yourself
Capture this moment
All your loving ones and friends
They rejoice with you and they chant…)

A Birthday Garland

Produced By @operation-o Lyrics Written And Performed By U.Poet And @codexscrolls Mixed Mastered By @codexscrolls

The Movement Feat. Codex Scrolls (Prod By Operation O)

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