DREAMY FOREST OUT OF THE BLUE

This is the last song in my Trilogy. My Character has now " Washed his soul in the River " he has become a " Better Man " and now he is heading " Into the Light " 
Rejuvenated and free from his burdens, oh if only it was so easy..ha ha ha 
I hope you like this one its a Re-mix of a song i wrote 2 year ago. 

Written and performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Into The Light

The tribal leaders are ever at war to protect their power base,they try to force us to take sides.

The earth is my country and it's people are my tribe.

Warmongers can do one.

Tribal

This is a STONERJAZZ and Tea R Sea trip.   I was happy to play on this, big fan of the Smoking Trout material.  

The second installment of Smoking Trout's EPIC tale of adventure, love, heartache, and a bunch of other stuff, in the travels of the "Hobo Cyberpunks" and the "BUS"

Tea R Sea(Terry) Producer, Synth, percussion, artwork
Uziel - vocals,keyboards(clarinet)
TexMex Shamen (Stephen) guitar
Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches (Jo Richter) percussion, lyrics
StonerJazz(jeff) Lyrics, vocals, percussion

lyrics

you may have heard the creaking noise and tiny footsteps n the darkened corridors
that stretch to the southern boundaries of the unpolluted parts
where souls are living with total disregard for the nature of the Holy Dumpling
floating on the cosmic stew that simmers horizontally to your soul ln your heart

Traveling with the HOBO CYBERPUNKS, l learned a thing or two from the leader of the band Cosmic Stu who ln a wild tangent and a Rant, described a different spot
a filthy plot, invaded by tribe of bots, who stank of superficiality
an opportunity that he lost

The teachers teach ln empty auditoriums to pupils lost ln 4 inch screens
sequestered ln squalid scenes, that go unnoticed as useless information ls gobbled up and gobbled down ln every home and every town
Put the monster down and walk away He sald,
lron John ls not afraid of the queen
and even though the prince ls doomed
the purpose doesn't change

let me introduce you to some members of the band
there's Sally and Roberta who play the clarinet with beauty and with Grace
who plays the violin and Viola who makes the Djembe
bounce around the brain
with subliminal referrals to her pleasure and her paln
The horns are played by the twins
Maurece and Nostradamus, their trumpeting sublime

the accordlan of course ls played by Johnny who you might remember from the land of Zed, He did eventually get out of bed and sald
This reminds me of a time when things were real, and l could feel the rope of
hope wrapped firmly around and round my throat
before l knew the truth about the Lle
before l knew the meaning of goodbye

Now Stu he claimed to know or knew the whereabouts of the holy condiment that grew only
just outside his windowsill (and was essential to the Dumpling's flavor)
where he lived ln another life with Mary-Ann his ex-wife
who left hm for a guy named Sid who was a maestro on guitar
and had a band that traveled wide and far
including Mary Ann, and Larry too

Looking for that very thing
Hoping for just one bite
of that heavenly delight
before the turning of the light

The Holy Dumpling "the Smoking Trout" (featuring STONERJAZZ, Tea R Sea, Uziel, Jo Richter)

In collaboration with the poet Jo Richter @sonic-textures.

Single Lane

Will the lonely oak tree remember the embrance of its sisters? 
What will she fell when she shades the men who left her orphan?
Will the human being ever learn that without enviroment there is no future for humanity?
Will it then be too late?

THE TREE THAT WAS FOREST

this is a track that my son and I created as our first attempt at whiskey blues.
Garreth{son}- Drums and guitars
Myself- All keyboards , arrangement and production.
Hope you enjoy

Whiskey Blues With No Name- ft GBH

K2 and the Three - drums, bass & vocals
https://soundcloud.com/k2andthe3 / https://soundcloud.com/k2-kara

Cosmic Keanu - mix, guitar and vocals 

Mastered by Hobocop (OfficerMurphy)
https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

We Can Work It Out - Beatles Cover (K2 and the Three & Cosmic Keanu) - An OfficerMurphyMix

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

The Mysterious Decibel X Mahan Mahan - A Septic Journey (FREE DOWNLOAD)

sweet dreams.......my precious one.
sweet dreams.......my precious one.

last track of the album...........outro.

Sweet dreams.  (dual vocal mix)

Dance Of Three Nubile Wenches

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/les-carreaux-givres

Sont arrivés six hommes mitraillés par l'état
Ont défoncé la porte, ont fusillé papa 
Je les ai vu violer maman les uns après les autres
Je les ai vu partir sans même voir que j'étais caché
Derrière les carreaux givrés

LE BARS        2023

Les carreaux givrés

The light narrows into a single line, folding the day into its own shadow. Some feelings reject names, lingering like textures in the air. Time flows slower than the future it promises, while colors rise awake against the twilight. Between the mirror and the silence, thought burns briefly, with enough intensity to fade.

The Sky is Taped

1072 Ballade

Violet

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

I had something inside that must fly free.
NeoClassical
Modern Classical
Soundtrack
OST
BSO
Not Quite Classical
And ….  Prog rock. 

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