I Used To Be Like You

I can see over the hills
There’s a world of people and lights and buildings
I used to be among them long ago
Now it looks like a painting
Like a dusty old Chagall
Hanging on my wall
That never moves
I used to be like you

Well I married a man
And I followed him
To a snowy little town
Where it feels like Christmas all year round
And he makes me believe in fairytales and
Fishing boats and the Daily Mail
And everybody thinks I’m insane
And everybody thinks I’m insane
I don’t miss them anyway

I can hear people talking
Their voices sound like bees
High up in the trees
They don't approve
But I’ve heard too much
I’ve seen a lot and I’ve seen enough
Their ideas never change
Well if I’m gonna die someday
I’m gonna live my way

Well I married a man
And I followed him
To a spooky little town
Where it feels like Halloween all year round
And he makes me believe in ferris wheels
And fishing boats and the way I feel
And everybody thinks I’m insane
And everybody thinks I’m insane
I don’t miss them anyway

There’s a song I haven’t heard
For a very very very long time
I thought the singer had died
But he’s still alive and he’s singing it today
I’ll be like him someday
I’ll be like him someday

First Recordings

I Used To Be Like You

All the sad detectives gather together down at the harbour for a brief moment of contemplation.

All the Sad Detectives

My mate Deggsy aka https://soundcloud.com/nakedverse
has some awesome music and i love working with him , please visit his work !
Lyrics-
When I was a younger lad I was bold
And jumped head first
Never thinking of the consequences 
I always quenched that thirst

I didn't ever turn around to see where I had been
Just kept on diving in the deep blue sea of mystery

With such a pure, pure heart
Never meaning any harm
I learned my lessons well
Even though I seemed to take my time about it

The memories
Come flooding back of my mistakes
And suddenly
I'm blushing and I can not hide 
The way I feel it
The distant past
Has led to where I am now
A different path
Has opened up before my very eyes
I travel on

I didn't understand how life and this whole
Damned system worked
Just carried on my own sweet way
Till I found out it's reversed

Was such an innocent time
All that playing in the sunshine
Was I so happy then
Being in the dark about the things I know now ?

The memories
Come flooding back of my mistakes
And suddenly
I'm blushing and I can not hide 
The way I feel it
The distant past
Has led to where I am now
A different path
Has opened up before my very eyes
I travel on

I didn't ever turn around to see where I had been
Just kept on diving in the deep blue sea of mystery

The memories
Come flooding back of my mistakes
And suddenly
I'm blushing and I can not hide 
The way I feel it
The distant past
Has led to where I am now
A different path
Has opened up before my very eyes
I travel on

Nakedverse & winkandwoo 2022

I Travel On

I Travel On - Nakedverse Ft. winkandwoo

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass, keys

Dusk

The Tabula Smaragdina (stressed tábula smarágdina, Latin for "emerald tablet") is a text traditionally attributed to Hermes Trismegistos, which forms the philosophical basis of Hermeticism and is considered the foundational text of alchemy.

The Tabula is one of the most famous texts of alchemical and hermetic literature. The twelve or so dark, allegorical sentences reflect the idea of a interrelation between the microcosm and the macrocosm. That which is below is like that which is above, and that which is above is like that which is below, an eternal miracle of the One.

The oldest extant version of the text is found in the appendix to a 6th century Arabic manuscript. Translated into Latin in the 12th century, the Tabula was commented on and received by many alchemists in the Middle Ages and increasingly in the Renaissance period. Even after the emergence of modern natural sciences, its fascination, at least for occultists and esotericists, remained unbroken until the present day.

Die Tabula Smaragdina (betont tábula smarágdina, lateinisch für „smaragdene Tafel“) ist ein traditionell dem Hermes Trismegistos zugeschriebener Text, der die philosophische Basis der Hermetik bildet und als Grundlagentext der Alchemie gilt.

Die Tabula ist einer der berühmtesten Texte alchemistischer und hermetischer Literatur. In den rund zwölf dunklen, allegorischen Sätzen spiegelt sich die Vorstellung eines Zusammenhangs von Mikrokosmos und Makrokosmos. Das was unten ist, ist wie das, was oben ist, und das was oben ist, ist wie das was unten ist, ein ewig dauerndes Wunder des Einen.

Die älteste erhaltene Textversion findet sich im Anhang zu einem arabischen Manuskript des 6. Jahrhunderts. Im 12. Jahrhundert ins Lateinische übersetzt, wurde die Tabula im Mittelalter und verstärkt im Zeitalter der Renaissance von vielen Alchemisten kommentiert und rezipiert. Auch nach Entstehung der modernen Naturwissenschaften blieb ihre Faszination zumindest auf Okkultisten und Esoteriker bis in die Gegenwart ungebrochen.

Tabula Smaragdina

The Winner of Thieves

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually, as part of a future solo album)

Latin, literally ‘not having control of one's mind’.

If there was ever a time in my life when I questioned the sanity of the world, this would be it. So many things are not working; and so many people in power seem to want to keep it that way. How does one maintain hope (and provide others hopeful ideas), when the daily news tells such a different story? At what point do the hopeful messages just feel out of touch, rather than helpful?

Bo Burnham’s comedy special ‘Inside’ (on Netflix, but you can find several skits on YouTube as well) should be recommended viewing for all human beings right now. It’s a brilliantly insightful and snarky view of the world we live in, and a candid peek into his struggles facing that world. Half charming, half alarming… he is unapologetic and razor sharp in how he interprets the modern age. Here’s a line from one of the opening songs that really hit home for me:

"The more I look, the more I see nothing to joke about. Is comedy over? Should I leave you alone? Cause really who's gonna go for joking at a time like this? Should I be joking at a time like this? I wanna help to leave this world better than I found it. And I fear that comedy won't help, and the fear is not unfounded."

This so accurately summarizes how I feel right now. Is what I’m doing helping? Or does (you pick the hot topic driving you nuts at the moment) seem so out of control, that I seem out of touch with reality… trumpeting loving and hopeful messages in the face of the chaos? 

In the end, I feel there are only two paths available to us at any given time; activity and inactivity. I don’t know that the specific activity matters as much as the drive and purpose behind that activity. I suspect the point is simply to do anything positive that tells the universe where your heart and intent are focused. The alternative… inactivity probably looks a lot like freezing in your tracks, getting lost in fear (or anger, which I consider a sub-category of fear)… and refusing to (or feeling like you can’t) move forward. It’s pretty easy to imagine how that energy won’t be helping anyone… especially you.

So maybe it’s as simple as just doing something that seems meaningful to you. Maybe that means protesting. Or donating to causes that align with your values. It might be conserving water, limiting waste, and recycling. Perhaps it’s providing your services and skills to someone in need; or simply smiling at someone as you pass them on the street. And it can also take the form of artistic and creative expression; a valuable offering for people in need of evocative images, sounds and ideas. All of these things hold power. And all are important in my mind. So rather than questioning whether we’re doing the right things, or enough of the right things… maybe we just need to follow our hearts (not our minds), and see where that leads us. Our hearts already seem to know us better than we know ourselves anyway. Let’s try trusting that little fellow, and see where it takes us.

I hope you enjoy my latest sonic adventure, ‘Non Compos Mentis’. :)

WTF! The Musical

Non Compos Mentis

Nic sent over this cool song and I added some things and here it is

check out our other cool collabs here...

https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/sets/tms-and-nic

Loneliness in the Modern World -  [ w/ Nic ]

Pleasurebot Party

Chapter 136 of 266
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Taffeta 136

TAFFETA | 136

After midnight music. Room lights low, lamp humming, keys breathing. Piano and upright trade small truths while brushed drums keep the floor moving.

Everything here is space: ghosted snares, little cracks in the tape where the night gets in. It's reflective, gritty, mournful but still standing

Keys like Knuckles

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All the Sad Detectives

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