We have had another magic invite from Mamoru, and Jamie and I have had a lot of fun working with him on this fab classic. It came together quite quickly, as we all felt a lot of empathy with the song and Mamoru's arrangement.
When I finished the vocals, I realised I had sung "take a chance" instead of "shake a hand" on the last line of the second verse..lol.. we left it in!
We hope you enjoy listening as much as we did creating it!

Composed by the Trumpeter and Bandleader Joe Morris and originally recorded by Faye Adams in 1953
Mamoru - Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Drums, Mixing
Jamie - Piano, Hammond Organ
Lizzie - Vocals
L.Pentland - Cover Picture

Shake A Hand ( Mamoru Tsuzuki/Jamie Rhind/Lizzie Taypen)

Ride a Cord

Strictly Cavernous

This collaboration with Jeffrey Smith (@33per) got wind under its wings about six weeks ago. War had just broken out, and his gossamer track felt like an antidote—sparkling, gentle, and full of ease and wonder. My improvised vocals dive into that little world and explore what might be. Here's to a better world and all the little things.

Petit Monde Ft. 33per

1.Happy Ending (0:00)

It took a long, long, long, long time,
but silence is a friend of mine!
happy ever after! (no such thing as me)
happy ever after! (no such thing as you)
no such thing as you,

so won't you come along with me?
to a place called nullity?
and we'll be befriending,
some kind of happy ending,
no such thing as you

         ...

2.Spring Time(2:08)

She saw, through the birds that wore her winter,
in awe, they don't worry bout a thing,
nature, speaking in her secret language,
state your, purpose in the song you sing,
"the prison of time dissolves our love",

if it's gone then it was never there,
but then what do I know about such things?
not much, beauty wore an angry storm cloud,
don't touch, beauty broke her brittle wings,
"spring brings dead things back to life again,

the seed of every moment, 
blossoming into the greed,
mind bleeds mechanical ferment,
thoughts whored out to their live feed,
trying to avoid the thresher, 
voice of the father confessor,
the only secret I can keep,
happens to be myself,

Spring time, melting is a painful process,
if you once let yourself turn to ice,
they'll say it's schizophrenic psychosis,
if you refuse to roll their loaded dice,
if I live: great, if I die? that's great too,

spring time, I still cannot feel my fingers,
guess that's why I've been so out of touch,
it's fine, frost bite is the kiss that lingers
spring time, too little is much too much,
there'll be no funeral when I'm finally dead,

I'm melting, melting now in pain.
words are welting, ferment of the brain,

water is the soul of man,
and there's two ways he can,
go in this life he's given,
depending  how he's livin',
I'm still trying to walk the path of steam,
though the ice-age wears my every hope and dream,

no more, dead end door, bring it back to life,
you gotta meltdown, in the sound, sharpen your strife,
ice age, turn the page, boring to me,
you gotta outgrow, all you know, why can't you see?

spring time,now we'll see what's buried 'neath the snow,
things that I'd rather forget,
surfacing after sunset,
sentient cycles of abuse,
tie them into a nice noose,

spring time in a place that n one else will go,
under the tundras touch,
under the much too much,
words are just naked sound,
no meaning to be found,
I'm their stranger,
living in a most peculiar danger,
questions answer,
channel number 9's a necromancer,

Nature wrote a song, how did we get it wrong?

I'm still waiting in the frigids of the dark,
do the pine trees feel the cold upon their bark?

   ...

3.Mody and Bind (10:28)

Nature wrote a song, how did we get it wrong?
saying get with the program and throw it all away,
if I speak the truth, am I the one whose wrong?
cause the breath of extinction's on these borrowed words you say,

opinions bought and sold into the mad machine,
they want their slaves to lick it clean,
and now that you've been stabbed with that point of view,
what of me and what of you?

throw away all you were, 
let it out, don't you keep it pure,
throw away all you've been,
let them in, another mad machine,

you never seem to, ever seem to mind,
you don't know where it goes,
so offer up your mody and your bind,
you don't know where it goes,

why can't you hear, my dear?
this world is a weapon,
turn on your mind, to bind,
all the bile we're kept in,
I tell you you're right, you fight,
and still tell me that I'm wrong,

Nature held her child, deep within the wild,
til' we cut off her hands and suckled the machine,
I'm that dead end street, mechanical meat,
crying mother where are you as winter licks my soul,

you don't know where it goes...
you don't know where it goes...
you don't know where it goes...

Happy Ending/Spring Time/Mody and Bind

On Approaching an Oasis during a Storm

This piece explores my emotional response to climate change, something which is very much part of the historical moment of the world into which I was born.
The music is dissonant, the harmonies all being derived from the chord of the augmented eleventh familiar to many as a jazz chord also used in blues. The modification of an idea at the end of a fast rising octaphonic scale, inverting its first appearance (descending), is intended to convey the important message of spirited hope coming from practical activists such as Greta Tunberg who work to alter the balance of power between institutional inertia and ecological necessity.

I am dedicating this piece to her and to all fellow climate change activists both old and young.

Production and mastering by John Cafarella. 

This track uses the East West Quantum Leap Symphonic Orchestra Library.

Cafarella

On approaching an Oasis During a storm (Revised 30 December 2022)

Я любила смотреть на закаты из своего окна. Ночью иногда наблюдала за звёздами. А теперь там построили многоэтажный дом, и остаётся любоваться лишь серыми стенами.
I loved watching sunsets from my window. At night I sometimes watched the stars. And now a multi-storey building has been built there, and it remains to admire only the gray walls.

Дом напротив

Old photograph

Happy to finally unleash my cover of Nobuo Uematsu's "Magitek Research Facility", that bangin' track that plays in the place of the same name in Final Fantasy 6.

If brassy stadium machinery trash ensembles are your kind of thing, then this is for you!

Devil's Lab (Magitek Research Facility) - Final Fantasy VI

Metal

From a few seconds of a "Surabaya Johnny" vinyl recording from the 1930s.

Akward Dance 4

Knights of the Dance - Medieval Future Bass

Scepter Synthwave

Aspiring game music hobbyist learning to make retro-inspired JRPG music and dumping the results here. SoundCloud is a lab for me, so these songs are often subject to change.

Devil's Lab (Magitek Research Facility) - Final Fantasy VI

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