Name: Road to Emmaus (electric) Remastered 2025 by Graeme Winton in Shock the Algorithm
Duration: 2 min 56 s
Description: Track inspired by a museum painting where pilgrims walking to Emmaus realize that their travelling companion is Jesus.

You got some cool sounds going on in this very underground in good way 👍

Really nice track. I’m feeling a twinge of Jimi Hendrix.

Really liking this song, your signature rockin' guitar and vocals.... and the lyrical epiphany.

always love to hear your guitar rhythms..neat story here as well

Shock the Algorithm

(No GenAI involved : my voice + Vst instruments)
I release this song during a musical challenge at LZMP (a community of musicians)
Let's rock
(Traduit plus bas)
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I kept my mouth shut down
I played the game too long
What the hell they think they are
Holy talk and shining stars

I watched them, broken arms
Just smiles and plastic charms
What they built is upon my own fear
It’s time to scream, let's make it clear !

I'm gonna stop the show
Or they will never know
I am not a toy i'm a gun
It's my time to have a bit of fun 

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

We live in toxic worlds
With bunch of crazy lords
Should we bow, should we just obey
We'd better burn their mask today!

Their unabashed opinions
Nauseating dominions
Feeding hate on every stage
They are so good at that : breeding the rage 

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

So spit back what they preach
Out of reach, out of leash
I don’t need a cage or throne
Queen bee, look at me, I'm not yours to own

I'm gonna stop the show
Or they will never know
I am not a toy i'm a gun
It's my time to have a bit of fun

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

Who makes you feel so bad
Who makes you feel sad
Who makes you feel mad

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J'ai fermé ma gueule
J'ai joué le jeu trop longtemps
Qu'est-ce qu'ils pensent être
Des paroles saintes et des étoiles brillantes

Je les ai regardés, bras cassés
Juste des sourires et des breloques en plastique
Ce qu'ils ont construit, c'est sur ma propre peur
Il est temps de crier, soyons clairs !

Je vais arrêter le spectacle
Ou ils ne sauront jamais
Je ne suis pas un jouet, je suis une arme
C'est mon heure de m'amuser un peu

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou

Nous vivons dans des mondes toxiques
Avec une bande de seigneurs fous
Devons-nous nous incliner, devons-nous simplement obéir
Nous ferions mieux de brûler leur masque aujourd'hui !

Leurs opinions décomplexées
Dominations nauséabondes
Nourrir la haine sur toutes les scènes
Ils sont si bons à cela : faire naître la rage

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou

Alors crachez ce qu'ils prêchent
Hors de portée, hors de laisse
Je n'ai pas besoin de cage ou de trône
Reine des abeilles, regardes-moi, je ne t'appartiens pas

Je vais arrêter le spectacle
Ou ils ne sauront jamais
Je ne suis pas un jouet, je suis une arme
C'est mon moment de m'amuser un peu

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou

Qui vous fait vous sentir si mal
Qui vous fait vous sentir triste
Qui vous fait vous sentir fou


Who makes you feel bad ?

So nice that my longtime collaborator friend @dough-factory has returned to SoundCloud after a break of a couple years! This is our first track working together since then and it came together in a really cool way. I was inspired by Ryan's electronic drums and bass to lay down some rhythm guitar as well as a few synth leads. Then he came up with some awesome lyrics/vocals that I think captures the vibe of this piece quite well.

Keep an eye out for more from us, we are thinking of pulling together a whole album or EP over the coming months.

Dive

Carl from the Beautiful dark wrote a song today titled "Baldy Patty" and  it inspired me to write my own personal a song about baldness.  I started to lose my hair in my early twenties, and for awhile it bothered me and then one day, I decided to shave my head and I have never looked back. And now so many years have passed that I have been bald longer than I had hair. 
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Guitar (two strumming tracks) Taylor 114CE 
Organ (playing my midi keyboard using the Logic Pro Organ plug in)
Strings (playing my midi keyboard using Native Instruments strings)
Piano: EZ Keys 2 (Indie Pop (tweed))
Drums (EZ Drummer 3)
Bass (PG Music Midi track with sounds from Native instruments Rickenbacker)
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My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.
My hair’s falling out, and I’m singing this song to you.

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got on my toes, I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But the one place I want it, it keeps falling out.  
My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.

I shaved my head until the top of my skull was shiny
And I know it’s counterintuitive but I’m no longer bald and whiny.
When you’re young, you assume that you’ll always have hair
And then when you start to lose it, you think it’s not fair
Sampson in the bible when he lost his hair, he became so weak
But that guy on the bottle of mister clean is definitely no geek

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got hair on my toes; I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But where it’s missing on the top of my head, I no longer care one bit.
Because now when it comes to baldness, I don’t give a shit

My Hair's Falling Out

This Empty World 

It is hard to escape the unrest in the world at the moment, horrific picture of  starving children, millions dying in wars, Psychopaths running countries and threatening nuclear war if they don’t get what they want. Very frightening times. 

All of this is having a profound effect on me and I am sure on a lot of normal people and I wonder, do these So called leaders have any idea of the effect all of these bombs going off and exhaust from tanks and jets is having on our Atmosphere ? what would happen to humanity if they actually did press that Nuclear button?  Armageddon would be released followed by disease and mother earth would fight back. 

With this as a mental backdrop, I had an idea for a song about the last human being left alive on Earth after such an event. There would have to be a “ Last man standing “  A bitter sweet experience to have survived nuclear wars, pandemic after pandemic and the death of life on the planet but to be All alone in this empty world. I had the music but not the lyrics. I sent off what I had to my Friend and musical collaborator Finn Eces and what you are about to hear is the amazing result.

Thank you Finn for the Lyrics, such top class vocals and harmonies and a Class mix and professional Production . 

Music : Johnny Mc Farlane 
Lyrics : Finn Eces 
Vocals: Finn Eces 
Lead Guitar : Finn Eces 
Production and mastering: Finn Eces 

Check out Finn   https://on.soundcloud.com/1CiSAJze02IRz2ePFE


This Empty World 

In the stone dead mist there stands the world's last man 
In his stone cold fist holds the world’s last plan 
Now the skies don’t speak  and silent oceans wreak 
not another soul to seek in this empty world 

In this empty world, This empty world  

In the silent streets was heard, a weak heartbeat 
Will our own disease be our last defeat ? 
Mother earth is ill  and her breath grows still 
Just one more grave to fill this empty world 

This empty world
This empty world  

Chorus
Is there anyone here to remember me ? 
Is there anyone here to recall ? 
Does anyone see ? 
Does anyone hear ? 
I don’t what to the be the last 

This empty world,
this empty world  
In this Empty World, 
this Empty World


Chorus
Is there anyone here to remember me ? 
Is there anyone here to recall ? 
Does anyone live ? 
Does anyone breath ? 
Lights went out and now the darkness reigns 
In this empty world in this empty world

This Empty world ( Featuring Finn Eces )

Brand New track on the Rocks! Summer 2025 and let it roll with my brand new track called "I Keep Protecting my Soul".

Purchase it digitally via #bandcamp: https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/track/i-keep-protecting-my-soul

(p) & (c) 2025, STA.

lyrics:
I keep protecting my soul
There's nothing more sacred than my soul
I keep protecting my soul
The body dies, it's eternal the soul

Clear is conscience, i am free i am alive
Sleeping in peace not with fear with opened one eye
I never harmed anyone, don't owe a dime
i am keep paving with gold this road so up high.

I Keep Protecting my Soul

💥"Selfie" raconte l’arrivée des smartphones dans nos vies, étroitement liée à celle des réseaux sociaux. 🎶Chacun et chacune s’y dévoile sous différentes facettes, dans l’espoir d’obtenir la reconnaissance de ses pairs, et parfois bien au-delà. C’est aussi, pour certain·e·s, un moyen de renforcer la confiance en soi. J’espère que vous prendrez autant de plaisir à l’écouter que j’en ai eu à le créer.⋆｡°✩
💥"Selfie" tells the story of how smartphones entered our lives, hand in hand with social media. 🎶 Each of us reveals different sides of ourselves, hoping to gain recognition from our peers and sometimes from a much wider audience. For some, it’s also a way to build self-confidence. I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as I enjoyed creating it.⋆｡°✩

Petit extrait :
[Couplet 1]
Selfie, l’important c’n’est pas qui tu es, Pixels éphémères, reflet d’une starlette.
Posture d’un jour, l’important est d’exister. Balayer tes doutes, faire place nette.
Miroir sociétal, dis-moi est-ce qu’j’ suis belle ? Cliché plaqué, un sourire sous la pluie ?
Cherche ton âme dans le creux des filtres, recueillir des followers, oublier ton ennui.
Tu es plutôt grande et élancée, Une robe cintrée, des courbes proportionnées.
Tu vis en Asie, en Europe ou au state, c’est le même Game, inonder d’images le net.
Postures suggestives, c’est fou comme ta singularité est d’une rare banalité.
On s’en prend plein la vue, mais dis-moi, j’en retiens quoi ? Qui est la vedette ?
 
[Couplet 2]
Culture de l'apparence, danse du regard, désir en silence, un corps qui se déclare.
Tu sculptes ton image comme une statue, pour masquer tes failles, tu dépeins tes vertus.
Déguisé tes vérités, vêtements d'illusions, ton reflet joue la séduction et la confusion.
Un clic, une pose, t'immortalise l'instant, Que reste-t-il lorsque s'éteignent les écrans ?
Retour à une réalité, bien moins idéalisée, sans fioriture, l’ordinaire de ta vie.
Sortie de la virtualité, se réapproprier, le mental est-il plus fort que l’image ? (fin du beat)
Des sourires pour masquer tes peines, un écran pour changer d’esprit.
Retrouver durant un moment, l’illusion de cette vie, nourrir ce mirage.
 
[Ritournelle]
Selfie, selfie, capture ma vie, un flash, un buzz, et j'existe aussi.
Selfie, selfie, reflet d'envies, je colore mon corps et tu es éblouis.
Selfie, selfie, capture ma vie, un flash, un buzz, l’image voit du pays.
Selfie, selfie, reflet d'envies, je te séduis, tu cherches ma compagnie.

Selfie

Track inspired by a museum painting where pilgrims walking to Emmaus realize that their travelling companion is Jesus. 

Road to Emmaus (electric) Remastered 2025

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Video 1 Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDRO33eFOLI
Video 2 Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCgxUFX-9LU

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Poème de Mélanie Waldor (1796-1871).

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Sous mes baisers clos tes yeux noirs,
Tes yeux où brillent tant de flammes,
Qu'on les croirait les deux miroirs
Où se reflètent nos deux âmes.
Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour ;
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves,
Comme du temps que tu m'enlèves
Avec le monde chaque jour...
Je suis jalouse de tes rêves !...

Le soleil glisse à l'horizon.
Pas un souffle, pas un nuage...
Un rayon d'or, sur le gazon,
Reste comme un heureux présage !
Nos riches tapis ne sont pas
Aussi doux que ce lit de mousse
Où, folâtre, ta main repousse
Le brin d'herbe effleurant mon bras.
Dors sur l'herbe, les fleurs, la mousse...

Dors à mes pieds !... Rêve d'amour :
Mon souffle, comme une caresse,
Glissera sur le pur contour
De ce beau front qu'avec paresse
Tu reposes sur mes genoux.
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence,
Hors la branche qui se balance,
Souple et frêle, au-dessus de nous ;
Dors à mes pieds, tout fait silence.

Dors à mes pieds !

Feel just like GG Allin

Promises of wine and gold mean little when you need the rain.

Saturn Loves All His Sons

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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Singer-Songwriter

I have played in a few bands, but prefer to do my own thing. My lyrics reflect my views on existence and Spiritualism. The environment is also a recurring theme.
   Thanks for playing a couple of my tracks. Cheers for any likes and comments, which are much appreciated.

Road to Emmaus (electric) Remastered 2025

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