Red & Blue Crystals

The adventures and feelings of a clown told with the guitar.

Days of a Clown

Out Of Darkness (VIP Mix)

The Fountainmaid

Dreams of the dazed
The dead speaks while life begets
False in the rapture
The fairy wails
In your eyes against demise
Fire on the fountain

Stolen by, ruled by desire
All my love, torn pieces of myself

Your sweet lipper taste
Roll it back & sleep the pain
Excommunication.
Disenchanted,
Disavowed by the wrong,
Fortress of my own

Glorified, born in the fires of sorrow
All the laughs, feed, crawl in denial
Spread and fly, forever now

Fear, not the light of dawn
Touch my shadow, and dusk shall follow
Face me, now I'm alive
Not tomorrow, my time is borrowed
For all my sorrow, I will follow

The Fountainmaid (demo)

Rockey Pro.

Techno SOUL

https://youtu.be/YUkq_uIQY5I

Let's aim for the direction where the light shines so that the next term will be even better.

towards the light

Virtual jam session with Roy Roy who is on slide guitar. Hope you enjoy! Song originated and written by Roy Roy. 

Roy Roy's Soundcloud site...
https://on.soundcloud.com/1GuUM

Spring Is Coming (Roy Roy And J.J. Terrell)

K G G - Stardust (Complete)

The time we are given in this life is the crosswalk of our crossing. This song is part of the Mediterrâneo sequence.

PASSADEIRA

Parei o carro, que a passadeira é para parar.
Principalmente quando é um velhinho a atravessar.
Tremem-lhe as pernas, na tentativa de acelerar o passo minúsculo.
E eu até duvido que ele vá chegar ao outro lado,
a qualquer rua, a qualquer lugar.
Falta-lhe o tempo num mundo feito para circular.
E ele sacode o corpo, na tentativa de me acenar,
a agradecer-me a paciência do meu esperar.
E fez-se tarde, e eu vou ter mesmo que acelerar nesta viagem,
rumo a um futuro crepuscular,
que cruza a estrada de um deus que espera sem me apitar,
porque a minha vida vida é a passadeira do meu passar.

E fez-se tarde no meu passar.
Tremem as pernas no meu passar.
Tropeça o passo no meu passar.
E Deus à espera... 
É a passadeira do meu passar.

CROSSWALK
I stopped the car, the crosswalk is there for me to stop.
Especially when it's a frail old man crossing.
His legs tremble, in an attempt to accelerate the tiny steps.
And I even doubt he'll make it to the other side,
to any street, to anywhere.
He's short of time in a world made to circulate.
And he shakes his body, trying to wave at me,
to thank me for the patience of my waiting.
And it's getting late, and I'm really going to have to speed up on this trip,
towards a twilight future,
that crosses the road of a god who waits without horning at me,
because my life is the crosswalk of my crossing.

And I'm getting late in my crossing,
my legs trembling as I cross,
my steps stumbling as I cross.
And God just waiting for me,
because it's the crosswalk of my crossing.

Passadeira

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

From the EP "Replicant Hearts" - https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/replicant-hearts

Mood Exhibit - Vital

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F-Pascaline

We're spitting out lyrics with aplomb
There's an 8 track studio in my home
I walk my dog and when I'm done
I wash the car and go for a run 

Cos I'm a hardcore suburban man
With a balding head
And a fading tan
My wife retired at 51
When we sold our souls for a campervan 

I got an easy life
An easy life at your expense

I dream of pensions and good deals
And trading shares and meals on wheels
I don't know where the money's from
But I know it's not from work I've done 

You see, we invested in property
When we already owned loads anyway
And now we don't need to do any work
It's our tenants who have to sell their shirts 

To pay for us to do what we like
And we tell THEM to "get on their bike"
Cos we never tire of telling others
To work hard, to fill our coffers

308. i got an easy life (harding).mp3

ツキヨミ King&Prince cover ななろうvocal mix

TAW017

Forever (Original Mix)

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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