ALEXANDER THE BEAST

Ronny Stove - Kräsh

Another "dusty track" waiting my new PC. Awesome sologuitar by my friend  Boon Suzuki a talented Japanese guitarist you can find here
(@boon-suzuki)

My trouble and my Joy - Boon Suzuki guitar solo

cool à faire donc a refaire a écoute a kiffé 

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Finding My Feet

Like A Dream

Cast of Characters:
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano, synth, and composition
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark—synth effects, synth strings and flute, lyrics, and vocals
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric and acoustic guitars, production, and mix
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-four-string Fender P bass
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This is a song that JJ created late one Saturday night on the piano, drums, bass, and guitar. He then presented it to the rest of the Eclectic Collective so we could do our thing with it. Josh replaced JJ's rough bass with his interpretation of the line as soon as Ken replaced the drums with his interpretation of the beat. Interestingly, Ravel's Bolero had a lot to do with the inspiration for the second part of the song. After the rhythm section was done, we turned it over to Stephen, who came up with some really subtle, yet much needed guitar lines. 

 We then turned it over to our relatively new collaborator, Mark, who came up with the lyrics and vocals. This is a lyrical and vocal songwriting debut for Mark, who was inspired by his very first listen to JJ's rough draft. Thus, this song is extra special for him.  

Mark's lyrics are about our Earthly relatives in the far distant future. At that point life on Earth will have just about reached its limits, and so mankind embarks on a journey through space to find another place to call home.

We all hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we did creating it.
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LYRICS:
Part 1:
All you know, all you love is here today
Feel the sun, see the flowers embrace her rays
And you know, all we are must fade away
And now its time to go… away…

Part 2:
Here we are, flying high, flying high above the moons of Mars
And beyond another sunrise greets a world once again,
a million miles from where we are
To embrace the flowers of Jupiter, once again…

On and on we sail away, searching for another day,
the universe an endless sea
And you know that somewhere out there,
a brand new world, for you and me….

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Credit: Sample at 1:14 is from original Star Trek tv show theme ("Where No Man Has Gone Before") written by Alexander Courage

All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve.   :)
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here's some pictures I took: www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/
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Flowers Of Jupiter (with The Eclectic Collective)

Last Christmas (cover)

THE SAD CORONATION 👸
 
There was a King Milesint, 
Of whom I will tell you: 
He assassinated his brother's child, 
Wanted to wear the crown himself. 
The coronation was celebrated with pomp 
At Liffey Castle. 
O Ireland! Ireland! were you so blind? 

The king sits at midnight 
In the empty marble hall, 
Looks astray at all the new splendor, 
As if drunk with the feast; 
He speaks to his son: 
"Once more bring the crown! 
But look, who has opened the gates?"

Then comes a strange play of the dead, 
A procession with silent footsteps, 
Hooded guests great and many, 
A crown sways in the midst; 
It pushes through the gate 
With whispers without words; 
The king, he is so spiritually dizzy. 

And from the black crowd looks 
A child with a fresh wound; 
He smiles with dying pain and nods, 
He makes the rounds in the hall, 
He paces to the throne, 
He hands a crown 
To the king, whose heart is deeply shocked. 

Thereupon the procession swept away, 
Intoxicated by the morning air, 
The candles flicker whimsically, 
The moon at the window listens; 
The son with fear and silence 
To his father would lean, - 
He leans over a corpse.

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Die traurige Krönung 
 
Es war ein König Milesint, 
Von dem will ich euch sagen: 
Der meuchelte sein Bruderskind, 
Wollte selbst die Krone tragen. 
Die Krönung ward mit Prangen 
Auf Liffey-Schloß begangen. 
O Irland! Irland! warest du so blind? 

Der König sitzt um Mitternacht 
Im leeren Marmorsaale, 
Sieht irr in all die neue Pracht, 
Wie trunken von dem Mahle; 
Er spricht zu seinem Sohne: 
"Noch einmal bring die Krone! 
Doch schau, wer hat die Pforten aufgemacht?"

Da kommt ein seltsam Totenspiel, 
Ein Zug mit leisen Tritten, 
Vermummte Gäste groß und viel, 
Eine Krone schwankt inmitten; 
Es drängt sich durch die Pforte 
Mit Flüstern ohne Worte; 
Dem Könige, dem wird so geisterschwül. 

Und aus der schwarzen Menge blickt 
Ein Kind mit frischer Wunde; 
Es lächelt sterbensweh und nickt, 
Es macht im Saal die Runde, 
Es trippelt zu dem Throne, 
Es reichet eine Krone 
Dem Könige, des Herze tief erschrickt. 

Darauf der Zug von dannen strich, 
Von Morgenluft berauschet, 
Die Kerzen flackern wunderlich, 
Der Mond am Fenster lauschet; 
Der Sohn mit Angst und Schweigen 
Zum Vater tät sich neigen, – 
Er neiget über eine Leiche sich.

𝐸𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑀ö𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 (1804 - 1875), 𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓇𝓏ä𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓇, 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝒾𝒸𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

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