Lovely vibes on this. Reminds me of something old Buckethead would do

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J'déprime   (Translation after the French text )

Texte      : Hedi Maindor
Chant     :  DidWilcops
Musique : Alain Illos

J’ai c’qu’on appelle du vague à l’âme
Une dérive passagère
Avec le cœur au bord des larmes
Et dans les yeux un peu d’hiver
S’il ne faut pas que je m’alarme
Me disent tant d’amies sincères
Et si mon mal n’est pas un drame
Faut pas le prendre à la légère 


Rien ne m’attire ni ne m’enflamme
Dans cette vie trop ordinaire
Où plus j’avance et plus je rame
Navigatrice solitaire
En dépression je fais mes grammes
Le chocolat les somnifères
Les bourre et bourre et ratatam
A la lumière du frigidaire

J’déprime, j’déprime
C’est pas ma vie, c’est pas mon film 
J’ai pas signé pour ce nanar
J’déprime, j’déprime
C’est pas ma vie, c’est pas mon dream
Faut pas en faire toute une histoire 


La nuit je triche avec mes charmes 
Sur un « meetic »  point fr.
Que hantent tant de jolies dames
A l’aventure d’un partenaire
Et là je suis sans état d’âme
Avec des hommes sans mystère
Leur appétit de macadam
Réveille en moi un goût pervers

 
J’ai c’qu’on appelle du vague à l’âme
Une dérive suicidaire
Avec le corps qui se désarme
Et dans le nez un petit verre
Sous les regards qui me blâment
Des conventions je me libère
Je ris je pleure et je me damne 
Toutes mes amies se désespèrent


A l’hôpital patiente et calme
Je me retrouve un soir d’hiver
Quittant la vie sans faire de drame
On m’a posé un cathéter
Bientôt la mort mais non Madame 
Me crie l’urgentiste en colère
Il vous faut un supplément d’âme
Et moi je suis célibataire



I'm depressed

I've got what's called a "vague à l'âme "
A momentary drift
With my heart on the verge of tears
And in my eyes a little winter
If I shouldn't be alarmed
So many sincere friends tell me
And if my pain is not a drama
Don't take it lightly 

Nothing attracts or inflames me
In this too ordinary life
Where the further I go the more I row
Lonely sailor
In depression I do my grams
Chocolate and sleeping pills
The stuffing and stuffing and ratatam
By the light of the fridge


I'm depressed, I'm depressed
It's not my life, it's not my movie 
I didn't sign up for this
I'm depressed, I'm depressed
It's not my life, it's not my dream
Don't make a big deal out of it 

At night I cheat with my charms 
On a “meetic” dot fr.
Haunted by so many lovely ladies
In search of a partner
And there I'm with no qualms
With men without mystery
Their appetite for tarmac
Awakens a perverse taste in me

I've got what's called a vague à l'âme
A suicidal drift
With my body disarmed
And a little drink in my nose
Under glances that blame me
I free myself from convention
I laugh I cry and I damn myself 
All my friends despair

In the hospital, patient and calm
I find myself on a winter's evening
Leaving life without drama
They put in a catheter
Soon to die, but no, Madame 
An angry emergency doctor shouts at me
You need a little extra soul
And I'm a bachelor

J'déprime avec Did Wilkops

Taking a trip in the park when night descends .......

[2nd part of a quartet series featuring 2 soprano saxes, bass-pedal flute and clarinet. Other sounds, bass and beats c/o Garageband.]

Echoes of the Dark Park (QXii)

Fantasy In F Minor

a collaboration of https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679 and https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures

words: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter 
initial arrangement, voice and everything music: Jeff Gardiner
final arrangement, jaw harp, ravish, and post-production: jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner


in the hills, there are trees
//: wild things, growing on the slopes ://

cold sweat holds fear at bay
and yet a peg is squarely driven into bone and gristle
delusions breed sight
the picture moving like a ghost amongst the boulders
in the hills, there are trees
wild things, thick stems are growing on the slopes
sheltering birds who flutter and preen indifferently
birds singing with ease, picture perfect, perfect pitch 
and they remember all the words in perfect pitch
ease evoking mirth
god‘s infantile pranks
and fortunes of mood
ripple down through the ranks
to the nauseous roots
of behavior filed
with cunning indolence
and insurrections denied
in unbidding silence 
is that what you mean

wild things growing on the slopes

wild things growing on the slopes - with stonerjazz

Random noise Jam with a KaosPad and Free feedback

R&N (6.4)

Foggy Street

Cast of Characters:

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, and seed idea

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric guitar, production, and mix

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass and synth theremin

The Eclectic Collective -- composition

This song began, as so many of ours do, with JJ coming up with the skeleton of it on his electric piano, organ, and synth during one of his Saturday night jam sessions. He originally laid down a bass line for it, too, which might be better than what Josh came up with, But he was kind enough to let Josh in on it, too, adding his four string fretless bass on top of Ken's intricate, lively drums.

  Once the rhythm section was complete, it was time for Stephen and Tez to add their guitar magic to the mix, too. They both laid down some thrilling guitar lines throughout. Josh lastly added the spooky synth theremin you hear throughout.

  When it was all finished and in the can, we asked Stephen to mix it for us, which he did in a professional manner. He also added the creepy sound effects you hear throughout, as well. 

  This song is an example of how the Eclectic Collective can take an idea from one of us, and make it grow into a monster. Speaking of monsters, we decided to release this a day early to coincide with the holiday. Happy Halloween from The Eclectic Collective! We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

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