Sweet Dangerous Scent

Nowhere Under The Rainbow [ Composition for pitched percussion & gated space ]

Lyrics are back up. Enjoy. I know I'm so glad, i'm so gla-e-a-e-a-e-ad

I'm Just So Glad You're Gone

YC-88 Alicja Maciejko 
composition, performance and  image 
for Marta Urbańska

Mieliśmy iść drogą wieczności 
Mieliśmy płynąć w dół rzeki 
Mieliśmy dopłynąć do morza
I poszukać na złotej plaży albatrosów wędrownych 
Unieść się z wiatrem nad fale
Rozłożyć trzyipółmetrowe skrzydła 
i nie lądować co najmniej przez pięć lat
Mieliśmy do dyspozycji 
Rydwany
Słowa poezji 
Sny 
Pegazy 
Feniksy
Otwarte drzwi do krainy czarów
Przestrzeń umarłych którzy wrócili żeby głosić prawdę śpiewać i grać
Mgłę nad jeziorami 
Nieskończone pola zachwytu
i kopalnie oświeconej wiedzy
Diamenty czasu
Olbrzymie fale czułości
Nieprzebrane bogactwa dobrych uczynków i dobrych słów
Nieskończone złoża troski 
Mogliśmy dać sobie nieśmiertelność 
Codziennie po trochu
Dbać o źródła miłości 
Otoczyć się pięknem 
Oddychać natchnieniem 
I tworzyć życie 

Ale starczyło nam czasu tylko na trzy kroki 
po schodach mozolnie kutych w twardej skale życia 
pierwszy do niespełnienia 
drugi do nieistnienia 
I trzeci donikąd...

Three Steps to Nowhere

Bullet in My Gun
Lyrics and Music by Mike Krath

The toke I take can’t fill my hollow feeling
No matter how strong I hold it against my lungs,
The emptiness endures. 
But I laugh it off
Ha ha,
I can’t help it,
I’ve turned my emptiness into joy,
The gun by my pillow a joke
I lift it up and stare into its barrel
I smile at the bullet with my name. 
Ha ha. 

I fall to my knees,
I ask for pain,
I want trials
For a life of gain,
Bring down pain,
on bended knees
The tokes I take can’t fill
my parched soul,
Bring down pain
quench this thirsty soul

I’m tired of drugs that fry my brain,
Give me a wife to keep me sane.
And children that look up 
And call my name,
Free me with pain,
with strokes of pain,

Ohhh. Oh. I want to live again,
I want to live again
Just live again,
Please,
I just want to live
Again…

On my knees
With an empty bottle of pills,
I look under my bed for one last thrill,
I find one in the corner and pop it in my till
I fly upright,
face the window
Everything is out of sight
The birds outside are singing out my name,
The plants in my window are doing the same
And the bullet in my gun is rejoicing in its aim,
I’m turning normal now
I’m feeling normal now,
Everything is normal now,
It’s going to be a happy day. 
Hap-hap-happy, hap-hap-happy

It’s going to be a happy day.

Bullet in My Gun

Wish Upon the Stars

Delmar African Wine : vocals 
Mahan Mahan : instrumental track

Arranged, recorded & mixed @ Pahlavi Sound Studios, Mama Shadi's Basement Dwelling (adjacent to the noisy Whirlpool washer & dryer) Los Angeles, California, USA 11/19/2021

Wish Upon the Stars (feat Delmar African Wine)

Mini album based upon the Bristol Hum phenomenon.
Korg Volcas, Moog Theremini and guitar.
All compositions and art by peter wessell.

The Humming part three

César Manrique

Second Order Perturbations (with Prof Sound-Love collaboration)

this is not shoegaze (edited)

Irish and Mexican deportees meet in  French Polynesia circa 1895.  

Words and Music Copyright 2019 
Scott Culver Thomson 

Lyrics
She's a Spanish colonial Chinese Mestiza
And I am an innocent man
We happened to meet here in French Polynesia
She said she was friends with Gauguin

I told her I wasn't quite sure what she said
But I'm happy for her just the same. 
She said he paints pictures and after  he's dead
Then the people will know him by name. 

She's a Spanish colonial Chinese Mestiza
And I am an innocent man
With Fenian sympathies none to profess 
So they turned me away from the clan
 
She said that she wasn't quite sure what I said
But she's happy for me just the same
I told her they all had been hanged until dead
So that people now know them by name.

She's a Spanish colonial Chinese Mestiza
And I am an innocent man
Her parents believed in Benito Juarez
And they fed her pan dulce and flan

I told her I wasn't quite sure what she said
But I'm happy for her just the same. 
She said,  "One is a custard and the other is bread,
And those are their Mexican names."

She's a Spanish colonial Chinese Mestiza
And I am an innocent man
Who bought her a dress like a new Mona Lisa
So now she can sit  for Gauguin

And it don't really matter what anyone says
We're staying as long as we can 
She's a Spanish colonial Chinese Mestiza
With a totally innocent  man.
 
I'm a totally innocent man

Mestiza

Original pieces created using a mixture of four polyphonic CraftSynth version 1 hardware synth engines from Modal Electronics; a CraftSynth version 2 wave-table hardware synth, also from Modal Electronics,  Garage Band's software synth, PLUS the Codex software synth and the Element Software synth from Waves Audio. And the latest addition, a Korg Volca FM digital synthesiser.

New additions include a Korg Volca Keys synth and the tiny but amazing Korg NTS-1.

And at last, I've got my hands on a Modal Skulpt!

I try to mix and match these synths together in the pieces that I create, producing some quite unique sounds from my home-made synth array.

Second Order Perturbations (with Prof Sound-Love collaboration)

KCynth

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