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Desiderium

Written and Composed by Me featuring Charlie Chaplin's Final Speech

The Way Of Life (Charlie Chaplin Speech)

Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling Always Feeling

[Adult Swim] Bump - Always Feeling

This is a song that JJ came up with on the electric piano and shared with the rest of us. He's done a significant portion of the songwriting for the Eclectic Collective, and always gives us quality songs, to which are easy to add our voices. When he sent it to us, he had a rough bass on there that sounded like Lust for Life. Ken came up with a killer and appropriate beat, which, if you can picture Lust For Life, included a lot of accentuated bass kicks. So, Josh took and went with that, and came up with a funky bass line. Ken and he kicked it back and forth a few times till they linked up. Then JJ added some funky ass organ and trippy retro synth to spice it up.
  Then it was time to send it to the guitarist. Tez laid down some smoking lead solos throughout, with his signature fiery guitar tone and amazing licks. Then Stephen funked it up even more with a fonky-ass wah guitar track. 
  Ken produced and mixed this one for us, and what an excellent job he did, too. This was so much fun to create. We all hope you enjoy listening to our jam as much as we did playing it.

Tonkas and Matchbox Cars-Eclectic Collective

some instruments, including synth and the pulsating synth bed, mix: tea are sea @tea_are_sea
other instruments, narration, mix: sonic structures and silent stretches
method: some back and forth, with stonerjazz and re-evolution café orchestra sometimes listening in and edging on
narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a canto at a time
image: copyright jo richter, using a detail of my photo of a magazine depiction of the phaistos disc as one element among others

info: there is one more version of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOK FORWARD!

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

canto iv

Departure Canto iv with Tea Are Sea

🎼Un titre à la croisée des influences musicales, 🎹Quel plaisir de  retrouver les couleurs du Nord de l'Afrique 🪔 et du proche Orient.✨
🎼This track is a crossroads of musical influences, 🎹 and it's a pleasure to rediscover the colors of North Africa 🪔and the Middle East.✨

Mad At Me

Sample Used in Beat - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbWWQPbeBDk

ice tea.

Andre better known as “Untitled Marauder” (born April 17, 2003 in New Mexico) is an American rapper/producer. He is a solo artist but also is currently an active member of New Marauders, He also has other aliases “The hype beat arranger and the microphone mathematician”. He taught himself how to sample records as well as emcee via listening to the likes of A Tribe Called Quest, Gang Starr, MF DOOM, Wu Tang Clan, Pete Rock, J Dilla, Madlib, Public Enemy, Nujabes, Mobb Deep, The Alchemist and so many countless others.

[Adult Swim] Bump - Always Feeling

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