Name: Coconut by RuBanBand
Duration: 4 min 2 s
Description: Demo song without lyrics or instrumental track

super cool/popN nuts/coco cool/trueN grooveN/quite a feat/sweet

Nice change of style here.  TROPICAL, man!

Migratory Bird  (Τhe hope)

Coup Fatale (Belial & Libby)

Coup Fatale (Belial Pelegrim & Libby Laksmi)

bizarrely awesome song about a beautiful day. code name Ronald Goddamn Chase. I had no choice on this one, it came from the overlord.🗿 it's super positive and has a some kickass raw stuff. brace yourself.

🤘🤡🤘
love, ronald 
xoxo

ronald goddamn chase - raw songwriting track

This is a song that started with Ian (IPG1 aka Lou) and his amazing vocal stem, of which I really identify with the lyrics. He has a plethora of vocal stems, so if you're interested in making a hip hop song, you did hit him up. He shared this psychiatrist l particular one with Tez (Llanpsych), who put a beat and guitar on it. Tez then sent it to me, and I added the bass and the synth. Then Tez put the solo part in there along with the effects. he mixed and produced it, and an excellent job he always does, too. This is my first foray into making hip hop, though I've listened to plenty. Hopefully there will be more to come.

Purple Microdot (with IPG1 aka Lou, and Llanpsych)

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

TWICE AROUND THE MOON words and music Doug Roossien 3-24-2023
Those moments 
Between Breathing
When you catch your soul
Walking twice around the moon 

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, you can’t control …(So many tears)
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 

That moment 
Life stops turning. 
When you realize 
Life’ll  never be the same.

That moment 
All hope is burning. 
You stand and watch a fire. 
You can’t control. 
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold.
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

………………………………………………………… ( bridge)
…………………………………………………………………….(music)
Those moments 

Those moments  
Between Breathing 
Where you walk your soul
Twice around the moon.

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, they can’t control.  
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

Those moments  
You stop deceiving. 
and you catch your soul.
Walking twice around the moon 
Twice around the moon, Moments … You walk …Twice around the moon .

TWICE AROUND THE MOON (original)

Orignal By Perjamban Wilfexbor

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Challenge was to make one of my shorter songs with one of my longer lyrics, so I 'had' to craft it into an amalgam of 9/4 and 4/4 signatures. Thus, it may feel crazy on verses but I hope also catchy on refrains.

Letra / Translated lyrics:

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)  /  I ask only not to have desires (I don’t want to imagine anymore)

¿Puedes explicarme qué es lo que me pasa?  /  Can you tell me what happens to me?
Señor, llévate de mí esta confusión.  /  Lord, take away this confusion.
Quítame el don de la inteligencia,  /  Take the gift of intelligence from me,
pues si no pensara tanto, sería feliz.  /  because if I didn’t think so much, I would be happy.

Siento que este mundo me es extraño,  /  I feel this world is strange,
estoy a disgusto con mis sentidos.  /  I get displeasure from my senses.
No puedo comprender su funcionamiento,  /  I cannot understand their functioning,
ni siquiera amoldarme a él.  /  nor even get used to it.

Sólo pido no tener deseos,  /  I ask only not to have desires,
ya no quiero imaginarme nada.  /  I don’t want to imagine anything anymore.

Esta situación siempre es pasajera,  /  This situation is always temporary,
pero se repite una y otra vez.  /  but repeats itself again and again.
Este malestar de cuerpo y alma  /  This discomfort of soul and body
me hace desear dejar de ser.  /  makes me wish to stop being.  

Pienso entonces en todos los que me quieren,  /  Then I think of all those who love me,
o al menos en los que a veces lo parecen…  /  or at least about those who sometimes seem to…
¿Por qué es tan difícil la coexistencia  /  Why is coexistence so difficult
en medio de una sociedad inteligente?  /  in an intelligent society?

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

No deberías dejar pensar a algo imperfecto,  /  You should not allow something imperfect to think,
sino limitarlo a cumplir su función social.  /  but limit it to fulfilling its social role.
Sólo quiero ser un engranaje más, señor,  /  I only want to be one more cog, Lord,
en tu rebaño de almas, sin preguntas.  /  in your flock of souls, without questions.

Esta vida que me has dado, señor,  /  This life you have given me, Lord,
me tortura, de modos insospechados,  /  tortures me, in unsuspected manners,
a buscarle un sentido a mis dudas,  /  to look for a sense to my doubts,
lo cual, tal vez, sea precisamente su fin!  /  which, maybe, is precisely its purpose!

Sólo pido…  /  I ask only…

ER43FI10 97-18

Sólo pido no tener deseos (Ya no quiero imaginar)

Here's another in the series of semi-live recordings with Nat Daniels. Nat took an ancient recording I did back in the 80's and salvaged it, embellished it into something that gave me a really pleasant surprise. The song delivers a simple message about overlooking the most important aspects of our time in this life, often too willing to fall into step with what everyone else seems to be doing. Don't lose sight of the true relationships, the true friends and the simple, real connections. My thanks to Nat for her usual abilities to transform anything into a special experience.

Craig Durgy: guitar & vocals
Nat Daniels: piano, bass, vocals & production

Music & Lyrics by Craig Durgy

You count your blessings, you count your years
And the day’s long gone
You start undressing as another day nears
And your mind turns on
All of a sudden as the light’s dying down
You see what you could not
Love took a little but love took a little a lot

You’re working steady, you’re on the go
And the week’s long gone
The feeling’s petty but it’s all that you know
And you can’t slow down
All of a sudden as you’re driving home 
You look at the home that you’ve got
Love took a little but love took a little a lot

The radio plays and a sentiment stays
There’s a face that you’ve looked at for years
You idle in lines of idling minds
That unwind in their own rear view mirrors
The face is one, and then another
And it hurts as each one disappears

You’ve got a husband, you’ve got a wife
You’ve got a lover and the best things in life
You heard a story, you made it stick
No need to worry cause you laid it thick

Then in a moment, it’s happened before
The eyes in the mirror look away
They turn to someone you loved so much more
And you know what they’re trying to say
Ignore the moments and just earn your pay
Then you’re dead and you’re starting to rot
Love took a little but love took a little a lot

Love Took A Little A Lot

Demo song without lyrics or instrumental track

Coconut

I am not a professional musician, I write music in different styles exclusively for myself. I will be glad to collaborate with interested performers and producers. Demo recorded on home PC in FL studio 20. 
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