The percussive drive here is a compelling stage for this wonderful word smithing Peter. Marching, robotic and somewhat frightening that builds into a scorching ether. Yes!! Durge

A very professional sound, great backing and intelligent lyrics. First class post.

@event49: Indeed so - makes the perfect cuppa....in the right circumstances :)  Thank you for dropping by for a spin!

It s the Open Collab:
@audiobake

Original Track:
Audiobake – This-dystopia-open-collab-stem-downloads-available

Playlist:
soundcloud.com/audiobake/sets/this-dystopia-open-collab

Date de publication : 12/10/2022

Dyscopia

Dystopia (collab Davst V AudioBake)

I'm very pleased to get to work with Karl's music yet again as we have collaborated on many projects together. When I first heard 'Haust' (Icelandic for Autumn), I was haunted by the richness of the bowed sound and the grinding industrial textures that spoke to me about the extreme environment in Iceland (https://soundcloud.com/sesar/haust). I asked Karl if I could contribute and a few weeks later I'm proud to present our 8th collaboration.

Music, instrumentation, arrangement and production - https://soundcloud.com/sesar
Lyrics/Vocals - me
Image - Douglas Corrance

What was grey becomes black, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Dawn's late, later still, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Grey to black as darkness falls.

Darkness Falls by Sesar & Mark J Bennett

Funk Rock Town / Paploviante 2022
Paploviante Slap Bass, Music, Picture and Mix Mastering

Funk Rock Town - Paploviante

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded, mixed and mastered in Logic. 
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 3rd Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
LYRICS:
The king said to the pauper 
How I wish I was like you 
Then I would not have to worry about 
The things a king must do

The pauper smiled and said well
I suppose that must be so
But some would say that being a king
Beats begging in the snow

The king looked to the distance
Said I see your point of view
But you must know that being a king 
Can be a burden too

The pauper nodded gently 
Said, I’m sorry for your pain
But some would rather bear that burden
Than be homeless in the rain

The king said to the pauper
Tell me what are we to do
It seems to me that I could learn
A thing or two from you

The pauper thought a while and said 
It might seem I've nothing to lose
But we might hear a different story 
From a man who has no shoes

The two men bid farewell 
To their different lives returned
And some will ask what happens 
When the page gets turned 

When the stars all realign
What will tomorrow bring
Is the king become a pauper
Or the pauper now a king?

The Pauper and The King

The Pauper And The King

Youtube Video of Moonbeam Blue: https://youtu.be/B9_n4zahcZU
Happy New Year and even more importantly, Happy Martin Luther King weekend.  

We continue to move forward.  The world can be difficult, frustrating, complex and sad. Yet……(queue long pause as we look up at the starry sky together) it can be quite beautiful despite this reality. A reality inside a reality. I catch glimpses of this world in the spaces in-between my chattering, worried, planning, catastrophizing incessant thoughts. It is the feeling that sits behind the other ones. It is the faintest echo of peace and happiness that can't quite be articulated without sounding corny.  Some of you know what I am talking about.  Music can tease this feeling out from hiding too. Life is so short and it seems to speed up with each passing year. A summer in child time can last years. Years in adult time can feel like moments.  We are star dust. We are myth makers. We are ………something that is very good.  You are something very good and my wish is for you to see this my friend for this New Year and the ones to follow. In your darkest corner, may you see a little light; Moonbeam Blue.

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some details about the actual song below:

What's all that plucking about anyway Dave? This song captures that state of mind between awake and dream; sanity and madness. A place perhaps you have encountered yourself at times in life. It happens to be one of my personal favorite musical offerings of the year and the year is still so young. I hope you enjoy.   

Lyrics

Moonbeam Blue
Words and music by David Husted

I  
Ride
Moon Beam's
Blue
And I'll
Follow you
home

In the night
In the night

In the night
By the light
Of the fire
I lost my
Mind

near the pools
Along the sand
World between the do and don't
Of the mad

Hello
In the darkest corner
I can see a little light
Moon Beam Blue

Hello
In the darkest corner
I can see a little light
Hello,     Moon Beam Blue

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This song has a sweet laid-back arpeggiated Hawaiian ambiance counter-balanced by a reversed sampled pad effect that creates a more surreal edgy vibe that hints at the story to follow. This pad was created using recorded samples of reverb tails created from the very instruments playing in the song itself. This sample is then reversed and carved up a bit. This texture adds a strange, yet familiar feel and gluing effect that I liked. 

The percussive sweetener details and the push and pull of room space as the song progresses were strong artistic design focus areas. They help to create and solidify the moonlit beach fire atmosphere. This crucible helped the luminosity of the vocal story-telling to come to life. Later I add a Chinese Yangqin instrumental section just because I could.

Moonbeam Blue

Home

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

Heart Break

MAB : Music and Biophilia

To Kokoro, Bimi, Yuna & Loulou

Aube Radicale

From my new album "Fû" - I'm happy happy to announce the release of my new album "Fû" after almost 1 year of recording and editing. "Fû" is led by the woodwinds, and definitely inspired by aerial elements: breath, wind, birds, branches... It includes 15 tracks I'm excited to share!  https://ariad.bandcamp.com/album/f
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About this track: this is a joyous tune. I started with the glockenspiel, then added clarinet, recorder and various sounds. In the background, you can hear the bells from a flock of sheeps that I recorded when I was walking in the swiss mountains few years ago in summer. Hope this happiness can be contagious!
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To make this track I played clarinet, recorder, glockenspiel, keyboard and sampled percussions from various objects. Recorded with my Zoom H2 recorder.
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Learn more about FÛ: https://ariad-music.com/textes/musique/fu-en

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Keep It Up

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

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