AU where phoebe bridgers is actually interesting

The burning eternal question - do you love me?
Do you love me, you love me?
Well so do people who sell ice-cream
They'll say anything, they think I'd like to hear

Do yo love me like they do?

Hey girl, you better watch out
cos people care not for what you may
Though it's written on their faces
They hide behind sweet words

Anybody for ice-cream (or tennis)?
(a nod to @nic_nic_nic: Nic for tennis suggestion)

Live Studio recording, engineered by Darren Flynn
Drums Steve O'Keeffe (The Pale/BluesConfidential  www.bluesconfidential.com
https://soundcloud.com/bluesconfidential) 
Bernard Byrne (The Pale)
Lead vocals, BV, guitar, art by Suzanne Ledwith

Change of Address

Hey Ho

Composed and produced by Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2022
Image: Pexels

Coming Back Home

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

Greg Hurley: Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Slide guitar, Bass guitar, B3, Keys, Drum programming, mix and mastering.

Lyrics
As you walk to the window there’s people passing by
wonder if they’re feeling what your feeling deep inside
There’s something missing I feel like you should know
I had a good friend tell me,  many years ago

You got to move to know what it’s all about
It’s just a matter of time before it all works out.

just a matter of time before it comes your way
not always easy when, just another crowded day
Things start to happen It all falls into place
Now you're on your path to living your life filled with grace.

It’s just a matter of time before it all works out.
It’s just a matter of time feels like a dopamine rush

Dopamine Rush

somewhat out of my comfort zone but great fun to do. 
Listening in stereo is recommended, in mono if you like it straight up without the whoosh ;)

original track : https://soundcloud.com/user-649412648/heavenly-water-open-collab

Holy Shitshow - Heavenly Water - open collab [Gruppo Infernal version]

Recorded with Squire Jaguar, Squire Classic Vibe 70s Jazz Bass and Fruity Loops.
Drum patterns are taken from FPC plugin in cooperation with AKAI MPD128

Florere

On My Own

Super Magic

lyrics:

come inside
this plastic tampering 
physical 
and essential struggling

nothing wrong
with my circuitry
run defiant
again uncomfortably

die sad about it
die sad about it

brightwork thoughts
i hear a middle place
coffee glance 
don’t look to glyphs to explain

headache quiet
miles to painted lights
forehead up
until i flinch inside

die sad about it
die sad about it

Die Sad About It

I Believe

Performed by GLOB

Thomas James - Guitar/Vocals
Lily Sawenko - Keys
Andrew Cossey - Bass/Moog
Samuel Drew-Rumoro - Drums

Produced, engineered & mixed by Michael Badger

Mastered by Steve Smart

Artwork by Lily Sawenko

Moriarty

Basement DAW witch, multi-instrumentalist slacker, just trying to make some tunes.

Die Sad About It

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