Drawn straight into this party. With an upbeat, get ya colourful gear and get out there vibe : )

Afrobeat maybe. But so much more whirling about in here. Great fun and a little bit epic.

That flute solo is really killer and the percussion piece in a bit is just off the charts. This kind of song is right smack dab in your wheelhouse. Awesome work by all Mark!! 💥

What a fantastic jam! Feels like some incredible gigs with African drummers in Nashville I remember from the 80s. Man they could make the building shake!

That's a wonderful trip you're offering us, friends. 🌍

Superb atmosphere and captivating sounds 👌👏👏!!!

Mark! Percussion is absolutely amazing!! I’m loving @ you and me playing off one another! Yes!🙌.. Dlite and Sax..  another level!! Yes!🙌🕺🏼🙏🙏🙏

Daily Drops

When there is a wind, she shakes her head. She is dancing.

Everything played by hands (vs midi programming) on Roland VerseLab pads for extra loose and lively feel. Cover art: California Poppy in rare red color. California State flower since 1903. iPhone, Tomales Bay, California, Summer ‘25.

Musically yours! ~ S.P. ~
~ @samprock ~ @prockjet ~ @art-of-nonsense ~ @silentzen ~

Love

Wildflower

First new track out in a good while!  Lots of fun on this one just experimenting with different modulations and filtering.  Spent much more time trying my best at getting a good end result, I'm not great at mastering but tried to get a clean end sound. All feedback welcome!

Konvarische

transmission from a distant planet

From the wonderful Duke Ellington, with a bit of ambient & electronic flavour.
Hopefully, a few moments of calm amidst all the ugly noise.
: )
summer aft on the veranda. breeze in the trees, commuters homeward bound, rainbow lorikeet and chorus (+ couchée du soleil . .

Satin Doll ~ electric sundown

This track is open for download or collab.
Check out the original version:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/no-basic-style-94-bpm
(Chorus)
No basic style, come on take a ride
Basic style——why? A catalog of vibe
Put a name on it, another wave for the tide
Listen what’s inside, then blast it worldwide 
The groove does not lie, a melodic glide
   Something-though, this much is certain
Set free to run wild—-no basic style
No basic style (Echo)

(Verse 1) 
Energy driven, music’s a haven
No questions-no answers -Taken-none given
We Share parts of ourselves 
   Just for the living
But I’m still underground 
Although I have risen
To a higher level that’s a fact,
Basic styles-good riddance 
Bye bye—-let’s dance 

Switch it up!

(Verse2)
Switch it up-Switch it up
Random rhythm of raindrops 
Nothing fancy—-plop, plop
Lightning strikes naturally 
It’s all good-fear not

No hassle, add a deep bass
Some kicks and one-shots
Vibe along, it hits the spot
Feel the rhythm, move your butts
Cataloged tabbed—-
“Forget Me Nots-Vibe Will Hit The Spot”

No basic style—
(Chorus)
Interlude

No Basic Style Vocals 94 BPM

Foreigner's Double Vision .. 2nd Album..What was I thinking?.... Got me banned for life from Towers Department Store in St. Catharines way back in 1978.
Luckily I mended my ways but I carry this burden around and generally avoid listening to Classic Rock Radio as I am triggered by this song and that other one ... Hot-blooded ...check it n see...
Apologies to Mick Jones and Lou Gramm for stealing their music and rewriting their song to sing my truth....
opening clips from The Myth of Shoplifting film 1964
end clip from the movie High Fidelity

Shoplifting (The Double Vision  Foreigner Cassette Tape)

Feeling down and dirty, no financial means
So I shoved that cassette tape down my crisp blue jeans
Slinking down the aisle, bulge between my thighs
The abandoned eighth commandment
I was such a foolish child

Yes I stole from Towers
Foreigner's Double Vision
No surprise
They threatened me with prison
Ooooh, the floor walker grabbed a hold of me
Hot-blooded, tone-deaf to apology
My one-way ticket to delinquency 

Just a grubby little juvie back in ‘78
Big brother disappointed in my musical taste 
He said, “ You could have stolen Zevon, maybe Marley or some PiL,
Now you're banned for life from Towers for that boring AM swill"

I kleptified, for that Double Vision
My Mom mortified at my bad decision 
Oooh, the police want to take a drive with me
Backseat of shame, the neighbors’ eyes on me
That Double Vision shopping lesson got the best of me
They arrested me 

Oooh Double Vision
A Foreigner filch
That brought me such derision 
Oooh Double Vision
Grounded and hounded
Parental supervision 
Oooh full frontal implant
The struggle to smuggle
Cassette tape covertly in pants
Oooh that cardinal sin
Shoplifting and grifting
My Fruit of the Loom I slipped it in

Shoplifting (The Foreigner Double Vision  Cassette Tape)

Cast of Characters:
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass and Fender Stratocaster
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano 
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST flute, percussion, and production editing
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl --  vocals and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — production, mix, and mastering

This one began more than a year ago, when Josh created a song out of a looper beat with his four string fretless bass. It sat on the shelf until a few weeks ago, when he shared it with JJ, who was in creative mode one Saturday evening. Josh had actually forgotten that he'd added a bass line to it, and thought he was just passing on a looper beat for JJ to play with. 
  However, JJ heard it, and was so excited that added his magical electric piano part, making it sound like a real song, instead of just drums and a bass. Ken also heard some magic in here, because he came up with his own brilliant beat to replace the looper that was used in for the seed. Mark was next to throw in, adding the thrilling flute solo (complete with a hidden 'Star Trek' theme tribute), and the percussion pattern that comes in after the solo to the end. Tez came in shortly after, adding some atmospheric guitar at the beginning and end of the song. After everyone had added their parts, Josh came back and added two guitar parts, the simple low end line, as well as the high strummed triads. At this stage, Mark did some arrangement editing, to open up more room for the instruments and make space for the vocals, yet to arrive. 
  Now that the song was musically complete, our newest member, Carl, dropped the amazing vocals you hear, singing his original lyrics. After Carl was done sprinkling his magic in it, we needed an able producer to bring out the magic of the recordings. Good thing we have a trained producer to do the job in Stephen, who mixed and mastered it superbly, as always. 
  This is Eclectic Collective's first foray into the Afrobeat genre, although a few of us are really big fans already, and Josh has a few other originals in this genre buried on his page, as well. As always, we all enjoyed the process of hearing this one come together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

(*Flute solo contains an excerpt from the theme music from the original Star Trek tv series, composed by Alexander Courage)

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Juice our Jah
Chalice of chime
Shooting star
Great rhythm
There's blood in the brine

Suture Sun
Grand heaven high
Some clan gone cruel
Needing collective eye

Eclectic host
Hoist our hale
Mused healing feast
Musical breeze as gale

Afro beat
Oh melody sweet
Beat afro
Show us where to go

Kalakuta Kingdom (Eclectic Collective)

Beyond Empires


Verse 1 

The whisper of your voice Is music to my ear Ignites my arousal My judgment has diminished 

Pre-Chorus

 I can't fight you Sensual poison to me

 Chorus 

I'm a real slave To your caresses A carnal desire Weakens me I don't have the ca-pa-cy To escape. 

Verse 2

 If you touch my skin And my naked torso I'll faint In your funnel-like body Bridge I can't fight our passion

 Chorus

 I'm a real slave To your caresses A carnal desire Weakens me I don't have the ca-pa-cy To escape

 Outro

 Naked both of us... For eternity.


Español 


Verso 1

El susurro de tu voz
Es música en mi oído
Enciendé mi excitacion
Mi juicio ha disminuido

Pre coro 

No puedo luchar contra ti 
Veneno sensual para mí 

Coro 

Soy un esclavo real 
De tus caricias 
Un deseo carnal
Me debilita

No tengo la ca-pa-ci-dad 


Para escapar. 


Verso 2

Si rozas mi piel 
Y mi torso desnudo 
Me desmayaré
En tu cuerpo de embudo 

Puente 

No puedo pelear contra nuestra pasión 

Coro

Soy un esclavo real 
De tuuus caricias 
Un deseo carnal
Me debilita



No tengo la ca-pa-ci-dad 


Para escapar


Outro

Desnudos los dos...
Por la eternidad.

Letra: Miguel Ángel Botello

Todos los derechos reservados D'mendo Boteli ©1994 ©2020 ©2021 ©2022 ©2023 ©2025 

Esclavo de tus caricias 2 - D'mendo Boteli.mp3

Updated 10/02/2025 Why has it been so difficult for everyone to agree that we are destroying our planet? What would it take to change the course of events? Can we finally solve these challenges without violence? Have we learned nothing from the past??? Why have we become so disconnected? 

I love this quote from Carl Sagan's book Contact: “You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”

© ℗2025 Lyrics And Music By Brenda Doss (BMI)
Lyrics
Here we are so close  
But still so faraway
What have we lost for all
The comfort we have gained​
Such clever minds but still
We’re disconnected souls
And in my heart
I worry for the future yet untold

In a hundred years 
what will everybody say?
How could we lose 
The beauty of this place
Why does it take so long only
To open eyes to do what’s right
Maybe this is all we need
A billion six to all agree

This is my life
Half now gone by
Still there’s much time 
To make it something good yeah
I can do it 
I can be the difference
Gonna make things better
Just a little at a time

I confess my apathy
But now I am aware
I walk upon the earth 
As softly as I’ll ever dare
This thing is big
Much bigger than my life
Bigger than yours
To find solutions to our perils
They cannot be done alone

Out among the trees 
will the little children play
Or is all we leave them's 
Just a memory of this place
You and I we may be strangers
Here we are
In this together
Maybe this is all we need
Maybe this is all we need
Can seven billion all agree

Won't go lightly
Fight for something
I'll make my  life mean
Something that is good
I can do it
I can be the difference
I can make things better
Just a little at a time 
Just a little at a time,  yeah
Maybe this is all we need 
That seven billion all agree?
(Heavy sigh!)

brenda doss

A Little At A Time

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

ANARS ! Cauchemar

A coisa ficou feia
Não vai ter espaço
Está tudo caindo encima de você
Dignidade em jogo é mais do que preciso para suportar
Acontece que nada ficou certo

Eu não quero que você me subestime
Você ainda não me conheceu
Só peço uma chance para demonstrar
O que é meu
O que é seu

E agora estão todos, querendo uma resposta
Uma prova concreta ,nada que pareça uma desculpa
Estão todos acreditando

Eu não quero que você me subestime
Você ainda não me conheceu
Só peço uma chance para demonstrar
O que é meu
O que é seu

Vocais, letra e melodia: Gui Pagliari
Guitarras e arranjos: Silvério Simioni
Baixo: Jaime Bones
Bateria: Kassio Todescatt

Uma Chance

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
_______________________________________________________________________________

You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
_________________________________________________________________________________

"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
_________________________________________________________________________________

Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
___________________________________________________________________________________

Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

My newest song I wrote Sep 30, in the wee hours of the night, 1-3am... A few lyrics came to me awhile back, I usually always come up with a melody first then the lyrics, but this time happened differently, once I hit the D chord then another, it all just came together very fast, as a songwriter, these unexpected nights always amaze me, I've never been the type to say oh I'm gonna write a song today...they've always just came to me. These were feelings that weighed very  heavily on me almost a year ago now, strange how I wrote this now...guess it's a closure song that I needed deep down. Sometimes things can just surface.  I hope someone out there can relate. Recorded live tonight on my 60's Baldwin, Rode NT1 mic, hooked into a Tascam Portacapture x8. Thanks so much for listening!! The pic is one I shot of the bridge in my hometown after a storm a few months ago. I felt like that bird, arriving safe and sound. More songs will be coming! Take care out there everyone. 

Baby 

All those ugly words
From your pretty mouth 
So uncontrolling 
Off the cuff
Baby, wish I coulda kept the love
All the nights that I couldn't sleep 

Flying back with these birds
I left you down south
Cause you were never good enough 
Baby, you coulda been good enough 
Why create a mountain too steep?

Up north has called my heart
I gave you my best
But everything just fell apart
Oh baby, I'm laying our love to rest
All the memories sinking deep

Tonight, I will sleep 

All music written and recorded by © Daniel Colter Valentine
All rights reserved

Baby (Original Song Live)

Spirit (2025)

Berimbau Way (2025)

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

🌌 Available NOW on Bandcamp — grab your digital copy today and step into the neon! 🌌

Kalakuta Kingdom (Eclectic Collective)

mistermark

Recent comments

Saskiagoethals

K2 and the Three

Illos

🎸JIM🎙

Related tracks