Name: TURNTABLE by UN-AMERICAN HOUSE in FLOYD PINK AND THE PUNKS
Duration: 2 min 35 s
Description: UNAMERICAN HOUSE is STE VAN HORNE (ALL VOCALS, LYRICS, KEYBOARD) TIHOMIR KRSTIC (GUITAR)

Thank Dan S Blackard very much for this on good music!

this came on as a recommended and it felt like the radio because I said "hey that sounds like Steven" felt cool to hear another great tune of yours come on :)))

FLOYD PINK AND THE PUNKS

The​Real​Pryncezz​Pynk X CEM∆TES X TEN A BAG *PREVIEW*

UNAMERICAN HOUSE is STE VAN HORNE (ALL VOCALS, LYRICS, KEYBOARD) TIHOMIR KRSTIC (GUITAR)

TURNTABLE

VICTIM EXPECTED TO LIVE LIKE VICTIM
DIE....DIE....DIE LIKE A VICTIM
INNOCENT CHILD CAUGHT UP IN THE CONFUSION
WHY....WHY....WHY ALLL THE FRICTION

WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM
WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....

FOOLISHLY WE THINK WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
BUT DRINKING IN DEFEAT IS AS CLOSE AS WE'LL EVER COME
NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN CHANGED
MANY HAVE TRIED, BUT HAVE DIED BEFORE IT LEFT THE PAGE

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY

TOMORROW WILL BE JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY
OH, AND NOTHING CAN STOP THE TIDAL WAVES OF HISTORY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY

NOTHING CAN REPEL THE TIDAL WAVE OF MISERY
AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THE BLOODY COURSE OF HISTORY
NOTHING WILL DEFLECT THE BITTER BLOWS OF TRAGEDY
AND NO ONE CAN PROTECT THE INNOCENT FROM THE GUILTY

FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM

ALTHOUGH WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
WE WILL NEVER JOIN THEM
WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
BUT WE'LL NEVER....NEVER....NEVER JOIN THEM

SELLING OUT TO THEM SHOULD BE OUR BIGGEST FEAR
PROTECTING OUR INTEGRITY, OUR WHOLE CAREER
IF WE RETAIN OUR DIGNITY WE'RE VICTIMS IN THE FLESH
BUT OUR SOULS ARE ONE COMMODITY....
THEY CAN ONLY SECOND GUESS

DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
WON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN

DIE LIKE A VICTIM

THIS IS A NORTHERN SOUL INSTRUMENTAL CALL, ASTRAL TRIP. I'VE USED THE ORIGINAL MUSIC, SIMPLE WRITING LYRICS FOR IT, AND ADDING VOCALS.

THIS IS A SIDE PROJECT TO MY OWN MUSIC; THE TUNES I POST ON THIS PAGE ARE ALL OLD INSTRUMENTALS, MAINLY NORTHERN SOUL, BUT ALSO CULT THEMES--HENCE THE REASON WHY I USE THE ARTIST NAME, QUIRKY KARAOKE, AS THIS DESCRIBES THE CONCEPT EMPLOYED!

DEAD WOMAN WALKING (BABYLON AND ON)

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

SECURITY AND PEACE BEGAN HER THOUSAND YEAR REIGN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

ALL THE TROUBLES OF THE WORLD
DISAPPEARING WITHOUT A REFRAIN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

ONLY TRACES OF A CHECKERED PAST
AND FLEETING MEMORIES REMAIN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

AS THE MIRACLES INCREASE
DEATH WILL DISAPPEAR AND THE PAIN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

ONLY TRACES OF A CHECKERED PAST
AND FLEETING MEMORIES REMAIN

CITIZEN KANE CAUGHT THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN TO ZEN CITY
SHE HAS AN INTERESTING NAME
AND HE WANTED TO SEE HER AGAIN

HOPING ALL THAT WOULD COME TO PASS
WITHIN ONE PERFECT MOMENT
WOULD BE THE ONE THAT WOULD LAST
FOR ALL ETERNITY

WHEN SHE TAKES YOU IN HER ARMS
AND WHISPERS, COME TO ME
SHE OFFERS PERFECT LIFE
IN A PERFECT WORLD
WITHIN HER HEAVENLY CITY

SECURITY AND PEACE
BEGAN HER THOUSAND YEAR REIGN
ZEN CITY
PURITY AND FAITH
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE
ZEN CITY
ONLY TRACES OF A CHECKERED PAST
AND FLEETING MEMORIES REMAIN

will be adding more lyrics/vocals to next version

ZEN CITY voc version 1

TRANQUIL LIZA (UNDER SEDATION) tune I recorded early 1980's

I JUST CAN' T MAKE UP MY MIND ABOUT YOU - STE VAN HORNE & MIKE CLIFFE 1st Edit

SYNTHETIC MEN OF MARS inst

Howl (Short Version by AFC) 
BY ALLEN GINSBERG
Collab. Emily Sasson

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, 
starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves,
through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
I saw angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry 
dynamo in the machinery of night
 
Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high ,
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats,
floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who cowered in unshaven listening to the Terror through the wall

I saw angels
I saw war
I saw marijuana, alcohol and jazz
I saw the heaven
I saw tragedy, drugs
I saw eternity with dreams and sunrise

I saw wine drunkenness over the rooftops, 
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light,
sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, 
ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

Who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma ,
on the impulse of winter midnight, streetlight smalltown rain,
Who lounged hungry and lonesome seeking jazz or sex or soup, 
and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity

I saw angels
I saw war
I saw marijuana, alcohol and jazz
I saw the heaven
I saw tragedy, drugs
I saw eternity with dreams and sunrise

 


Allen Ginsberg - HOWL (Short Version) - Collab. Emily Sasson

I recorded the actual music around 1980, to cassette tape, so. all things considered, the sound quality isn't too bad; added vocals to the tune yesterday; that's 35 years between doing the music and adding the vocals :) 

WE ONLY SEE THE THINGS WE WANT TO SEE

your democracy is the comparison of the DHS (department of homeland  security and the former soviet union KGB it is meant to be a wake up call be careful what they feed u it could be poison in disguise of sugar cookies  The GOVTs are creating mindless frightened sheep that wont think for their selves  

Your Democracy

When She Falls

The Mental Asylum

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE w.i.p.

OUR LIVES MAY BE WORTH LESS THAN GRAVITY
BUT WE ARE WORTH SO MUCH MORE....IN TOTALITY
BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN MORTALITY
AND WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN CATASTROPHE

WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR DESTINY
REFUSE TO CHANGE OUR MENTALITY
WE REFUSE TO REARRANGE OUR DIARY
CHANGE THE WAY WE VIEW SOCIETY
CHANGE THE MAN THAT LIVES INSIDE OF ME
CHANGE THE MAN

ONE STEP AHEAD OF DEVASTATION
TWO STEPS AWAY FROM TRIBULATION
THE GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION
WE INFLICT UPON THIS THING WE CALL....CREATION

ALTHOUGH WE SHARE COLLECTIVE VISION
EACH OF IS ON A DIFFERENT MISSION
TO SERVE THE ID THAT LURKS WITHIN
OUR SUPEREGO JUST A SKIN

THIS THING WE CALL CREATION

SOON AFTER OUR FIRST LOBOTOMY
WE VENTURED....DEEP INTO....BLACK COMEDY
PULLED BY THE STRINGS....OF HISTORY

THE ARCHITECTS OF.....OUR OWN STUPIDITY
BEGINNING WARS WE NEVER WIN
WE ARE THE PUPPETS, NOT THE MANNEQUINS
SWALLOWING OUR OWN PHILOSOPHY
CENSORING OUR OWN HUMANITY
EXPELLING NATURE, WE BREATHE IN NURTURE
WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE....

WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE - Ray Scott & Ste Van Horne (vocals) first edit

ORSON’S PLAY

FREEDOM COMES AND….FREEDOM GOES
WHEN ITS TEN BELOW, MY HOLOCAUST LURKS IN THE SHADOWS
THOUGH GONE TODAY, IT MAY BE HERE TOMORROW
THAT’S THE TIME TO GO, FOR THERE IS NO TIME LIKE TOMORROW
No time like tomorrow

MY WEIRD DESIRE, TO BULID AN IGLOO
REJOIN THE CHOIR, THEN TRUN THE AIR BLUE
BUT I REQUIRE ONE FAVOUR FROM YOU
CUT ALL THE STRINGS, AND WALK IN YOUR OWN SHOES
All the strings and walk in your own shoes

THIS CENTURY HAS SEEN ITS SHARE OF SORROW
OUR VICTORIES ARE HOLLOW
AND NOTHING CAN PREPARE US
FOR THE EVENTS THAT ALWAYS FOLLOW

IF I LOOK BEHIND
TRY TO TRCK MY MIND
WOULD I FIND, FIND, FIND
WE’VE ALWAYS BEEN ON THIS STEEP DECLINE
WOULD I FIND, FIND, FIND
WE NEVER CRAWLED OUT OF THE SLIME

IF EVERYTHING CAME TRUE, IT’S TRUE TO SAY
THE WOLRD WOULD END ON TUESDAY
WE COULD PRETEND THAT THIS IS ORSON’S PLAY
WISHING ALL OF THIS WOULD QUIETLY GO AWAY
Wishing all of this would quietly go away

I NEVER ENJOY VIOLENCE
BUT I DO ENJOY THE SILENCE
WHEN I CAN HEAR THE PIN THAT DROPS
WHEN IT’S ALMOST AS IF TIME HAS STOPPED

ORSON'S PLAY (The World Will End On Tuesday)

THE AMYL NITRATE QUARTET

The Amyl Nitrate Quartet is a bit tongue-in-cheek, slightly satirical, off the wall, zany, quirky, experimental, a bit punky, a bit funky, neither one thing or the other, accidentally fusing a multitude of genres!

MY APPROACH HAS ALWAYS BEEN, LET WHATEVER WANTS TO COME OUT, COME OUT; NO PLAN, NO BOUNDARIES, NO FORMULA, AND ON THE FLY! HOPE THE DAY EVENTUALLY ARRIVES WHEN INNOVATION ONCE AGAIN REPLACES REGURGITATION, BUT, IN THE MEANTIME, IMITATION AND REGURGITATION CONTINUES TO GRAB THE AUDIENCE, WHICH IS BAD NEWS FOR THOSE OF US WHO INJECT OUR REAL PERSONALITIES INTO OUR TUNES :) 

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