Ultraviolet

paradise

closer

There is no love of life without despair of life -- Albert Camus

inside my head a strange conviction
I am separated from everything I used to know
is there a name to put to this condition that leaves me so hollow

waiting for a break in the weather
waiting for a sea change in the back of your mind
stranger things have happened 
but you're wasting precious time

or was I just meant to be a broken thing
was it fiction to believe it would be otherwise
in the final reckoning

you woke last night to the sound of her voice
calling your name once again
she said you still have a choice 
but your chances are getting slim

inside you're bleeding
because you know it's never going to be the same again
and I know that every memory  
is like jagged glass in your hand

were you just meant to be a broken thing
was it fiction to believe it would be otherwise
in the final reckoning

you feel the weight of a thousand miles
every step that remains should be easy now

but the road goes on

there's a rain that flows away
every doubt and darkness of mind
and it comes to remind you
that every child will find the light

let us never take for granted
all the blessings of the rising day
brother if you and I are the last ones standing
we'll raise a glass to the ones we knew on the way

Broken Things

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This is the third one-on-one collaboration from me and @texmex-shaman , I think Stephen and I make such a good creative team, have loved working with him! I had been holding onto this track for some time because I felt it was missing something. Finally sent it to Stephen and he immediately could imagine guitar played with an e-bow weaving in and out. He absolutely nailed the vibe that I was going for, I think his part perfectly builds on the mood that I'd been trying to develop. Hope you will also enjoy giving it a listen!

Space Face -  w/ TexMex Shaman

From the virtual SoundCloud outfit 'The Smoking Trout'---This is 'New Mexico' and it's the latest saga in the quest for the holy dumpling.  
As always surrounded by a brilliant group of musicians and I'm honored to be along for this one.

The Smoking Trout is : 

Tea R Sea--(Terry) Bass/ Drums/ Synth/ Producer extraordinaire/ Artwork
UZlEL---Vocallst(of the most amazing kind)/ Production and arrangement
TexMex Shaman--(Stephen) Guitarist extraordinaire/producer/ Art work
Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches (Jo)-Poet extraordinaire/ lyrical consultant/lyrics/ Synth(cello and woodwinds)
StonerJazz(jeff) Lyrics/Vocals/concept/quality control 

Had a wonderful time with this and hope you enjoy! 


Lyrics

I just wanted to get out of the house for a day or two
I got my little backpack out of the closet
and put It on
put my thumb out on the road
and I was gone
And the next thing that I know
I'm standing In the middle of new Mexico
one thousand miles and two months down the line
Along a two lane blacktop ln the desert sun-
A bus A bus
with a destination of infinity
comes by and stops right ln front of me
and as l board, l begin to spout a verse of poetry that l know nothing about
and lt does not belong to me
ln someone else's voice
l did not seem to have a choice--

(The poem, by Jo Rlchter)
------
To feed the foodless
you require fire
but how do you nourish
those wanting a mind of their own?
do you mess up their lives
with Olympian lre
or serve them a dish
of the altered kind-
The old one who spoke made pause dramatic
then asked the question
ln a very low voice
or would you invoke
an old myth cathartic
to force into action
To colour each cholce
The divine assembly
all nodded their chins
and sald "Sanat Kumara"
you've got what lt takes
We'll teach some Hag ln Albuquerque
The ropes of how the dumplings begins
and these guys will come from near and far
to taste the wondrous dish she makes
------
Stu sald: Turn this Bus around
we're Albuquerque Bound
This guy just sald
there's a dumpling cooking ln that town
You may ask why some of us are looking for another paradigm
Trying to stop the world for just a moment
searching quietly as l think
Pessimism ls completely underrated
lt's lt's own worst enemy
as emotions go
There's just the wind ln the windows
Remlnlcent of distant overlapping chatter
of souls that came before and after
as we're all staring ln disbelief
at the panorama through the Stink

New Mexico(As we're just Starin)- from "The Quest for the Holy Dumpling"#5 --The Smoklng Trout

Ummm yeah, well these things just kinda take a life of their own.  This started out life as an innocent funk bass riff. More apocalyptic existential panic with a dash of Jansenism thrown in.

Art: William Blake The Ancient of Days

Save Me

you know I wonder how to fill out the days 
as I schedule my life in reverse
I'm highly aware of my failings 
and not sure if that's a blessing or curse

we're given the gift of this life
and still we find ourselves maligned
awash in a violent tide
how can this be

we're given the gift of this life
and turn away to choose the darkest side
is that all we see

save me from myself just one more time

toxic repercussions keep having their way
I mean like who knew 
as if the actions of today 
come back tomorrow looking for you

you start to feel like the world is unwinding
right before your eyes

and the way the tide is shifting
you're gonna need a place to run and hide

I knew a girl from another time in my life
she used to wake up and drink herself back to sleep at night
we showed each other just how low we both could climb
last I heard she's still alive 

won't you save me from myself just one more time

I wanna be free of the memories
of the worst of the human race right there living inside of me
I wanna believe that irrestible grace is coming after me
even if it wants my life

out there on the streets tonight 
so many souls are yearning for the light
how to win day from night
will we ever
I don't know what's there inside God's mind

how many times must we fall

Hear on Spotify

Save Me

The Smoking Trout collaborative is back with another installment in the story of the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! On this one, me, Jeff, Uziel, and Stephen are joined by Tot for the first time. He sent us an awesome beat to serve as the rhythmic backbone to this new song. Then Stephen totally funkified it with guitar, Uziel gave a stellar performance on vocals with some original lyrics, and Jeff and I contributed just the right amount of weirdness. Hope you will enjoy!

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals, Lyrics, and Vocal Production

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Bass & Lead/Rhythm Guitar funkiness

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Modulated Guitar & Vocaloid melodies

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea -- Synth, Sound Effects & Production

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Catch up with the first 5 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: https://on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): https://on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics:

All those normal little things... pass us by, pass ussssssss
mirage of migrant, trucks full of food tiny boutiques nose up looking down
street dancers, performers, the arts little stalls selling fruit

and the bus tumbles through

HOWEVER GUS, You remember Gus? The driver of this bus...
Regretfully informs us that our engine food is at the edge of E, and the only thing we'll be running on soon is fumes

And as we approach, We can hear
A dusty massive heart beating city industry eldritch being and foreboding
Sitting atop his sky scrapers gloating
"Hungry enough yet?" It's beastly maw cries! "It's 10 for 5 and the price only went up 6.7%
Nothing to you, you're worker bees and you can make more honey, can't you?"

While yes that's true
We are the life blood that flow through
But people like me and you
Can't afford it

Fortune cookie flavor our journey
It's the last I got
I'm looking for the old woman
The gate keeper to the other side
Where we have the wholly divide
Away from this hellish relish
And Instead:
Dumpling soup, dumpling plump, fried in foie gras butter perhaps?
Holy condiment burns through fiery on your Thai chili adjusted tongue,

BUT THAT'S JUST ME! It tastes different for everyone

"OH, I can't help it!

We are all starving, the bus is outta' gas, and spewing smoke, Gus is cussing up a storm, Roberta's lighting up her last swiff... I think Larry's getting water?... but we're all outta food"
said Jimmy to Sally and Stu

All digging through our pockets to get the last crumb or two
Looking forward to what we have to share
But it looks like
It's not a lot

Dumpling Stew (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #6) w/ Uziel, Stonerjazz, TexMex Shaman & Tot

Spoken word vocals, guitar, mellotron, composition of part 2, and more by Stonerjazz @user-911083679

Experimental/atmospheric synth elements, mix/production, and final arrangement by @tea_are_sea

Vocals, vocal manipulation, lyrics, piano, composition of part 1 + transition, and more by Uziel

The Mountains Thought The Moons Were Mad (The Smoking Trout)

Another(the sixth) installment with my friends, these amazing Trout😊 And our Friend and percussionist Tot.

The Smoking Trout 

Uziel---Lyrics and vocals
Tea R Sea--Producer/Synth/sound effects
TexMex Shaman --lead Guitar/Bass
StonerJazz--Background guitar/altered voicing
And a Special Thank You to Tot. For the Wonderful beats!!!


Lyrics

 those normal little things... pass us by, pass ussssssss
mirage of migrant, trucks full of food tiny boutiques nose up looking down
street dancers, performers, the arts little stalls selling fruit

and the bus tumbles through

HOWEVER GUS, You remember Gus? The driver of this bus...
Regretfully informs us that our engine food is at the edge of E, and the only thing we'll be running on soon is fumes

And as we approach, We can hear
A dusty massive heart beating city industry eldritch being and foreboding
Sitting atop his sky scrapers gloating
"Hungry enough yet?" It's beastly maw cries! "It's 10 for 5 and the price only went up 6.7%
Nothing to you, you're worker bees and you can make more honey, can't you?"

While yes that's true
We are the life blood that flow through
But people like me and you
Can't afford it

Fortune cookie flavor our journey
It's the last I got
I'm looking for the old woman
The gate keeper to the other side
Where we have the wholly divide
Away from this hellish relish
And Instead:
Dumpling soup, dumpling plump, fried in foie gras butter perhaps?
Holy condiment burns through fiery on your Thai chili adjusted tongue,

BUT THAT'S JUST ME! It tastes different for everyone

"OH, I can't help it!

We are all starving, the bus is outta' gas, and spewing smoke, Gus is cussing up a storm, Roberta's lighting up her last swiff... I think Larry's getting water?... but we're all outta food"
said Jimmy to Sally and Stu

All digging through our pockets to get the last crumb or two
Looking forward to what we have to share
But it looks like
It's not a lot

Dumpling Stew(#6)- Tea R Sea/Uziel/TexMex Shaman/Tot. "The Smoking Trout"

The Smoking Trout collaborative is back with another installment in the story of the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! On this one Jeff, Uziel, Terry and I are joined by Tot for the first time. He sent us an awesome beat to serve as the rhythmic backbone to this new song. 
Then I funkified it with the bass and guitar, Uziel gave a stellar performance on vocals with some original lyrics, and Jeff and Terry contributed just the right amount of weirdness. Terry also did an incredible job with editing this all together during the production phase!   Hope you will enjoy!

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals, Lyrics, and Vocal Production

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Bass guitar, Lead & Rhythm Guitar funkiness

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Modulated Guitar & Vocaloid melodies

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synth, Sound Effects & Production/Editing

-------------
Catch up with the first 5 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
-------------

Lyrics:

All those normal little things... pass us by, pass ussssssss
mirage of migrant, trucks full of food tiny boutiques nose up looking down
street dancers, performers, the arts little stalls selling fruit

and the bus tumbles through

HOWEVER GUS, You remember Gus? The driver of this bus...
Regretfully informs us that our engine food is at the edge of E, and the only thing we'll be running on soon is fumes

And as we approach, We can hear
A dusty massive heart beating city industry eldritch being and foreboding
Sitting atop his sky scrapers gloating
"Hungry enough yet?" It's beastly maw cries! "It's 10 for 5 and the price only went up 6.7%
Nothing to you, you're worker bees and you can make more honey, can't you?"

While yes that's true
We are the life blood that flow through
But people like me and you
Can't afford it

Fortune cookie flavor our journey
It's the last I got
I'm looking for the old woman
The gate keeper to the other side
Where we have the wholly divide
Away from this hellish relish
And Instead:
Dumpling soup, dumpling plump, fried in foie gras butter perhaps?
Holy condiment burns through fiery on your Thai chili adjusted tongue,

BUT THAT'S JUST ME! It tastes different for everyone

"OH, I can't help it!

We are all starving, the bus is outta' gas, and spewing smoke, Gus is cussing up a storm, Roberta's lighting up her last swiff... I think Larry's getting water?... but we're all outta food"
said Jimmy to Sally and Stu

All digging through our pockets to get the last crumb or two
Looking forward to what we have to share
But it looks like
It's not a lot

Dumpling Stew (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #6)w/ Uziel, Stonerjazz, Tea R. Sea & Tot

odd. industrial. melancholic. unconventional. electronic. alternative.

a bit of everything.

Check out the Collab Band Camp!  


if you want to work on music together, message me.

The Mountains Thought The Moons Were Mad (The Smoking Trout)

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