J'AVAIS TOUT VU...

The World Went Wrong

anyone want to speak the words...? even just 3 lines....then paste some together
or totally de-construct and alter the words...
or mess about with the stems or make loops of parts? and i could improvise again over them?

memories and marching seasons....................
come around every year

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first, like
the rustling of leaves
a disturbance
of the peace....

a flicker on the breeze

.


soon like the fall
of heaven

lamb in the blood pool

spring silenced/
naked and throat cut

just a photograph
and a headline

.

the skeleton
moments

where we wonder
what

all of
THIS

is 
for

this dirty demon's ball
this fleshy tribal call

these horns of WAR

book of peace, chapter 6 : horns of WAR [open collab]

what would you do, what would you do
If the stories they are true?
Where would you go if things got tough.
If the moment's nice, 
Try to keep it for a thrice times two.

Try to keep the power on
It's hard to make a plan about a subject you're unfamiliar with
living in the moment has some urgency
Oh can't you see?

Gambling is a strange addiction with a Roughish Reputation
Rolled hard sixes back to back to back
Got a hundred dollar tip
Made a momentary friend

Relentless Reluctance abounds
Inevitable Finality Surrounds
It's just on the edge a mile south of crazy
Where things get Hazy, and start to bend

I almost have no hope at all
But that's always when you get the call
Have you ever noticed that?

Waterfalls inside a bubble
Floating in a Cauldron in a Cave
Where three witches stir the pot
And cackle at a joke
About a bloke who thought he had the answer 
To a question
He couldn't even fucking formulate.

Hard Six

Earth Scored Null

My first mutual interview after meeting with my Roland Go:Keys in a semi private place.

Good Boys Learn Fudge And Eat Scales

I threw out all your balloons 
I can’t believe all the things I did for you 
I burn all your balloons 
Can’t believe what I did for you 
All that I stayed for 
All that I begged for 
When you knew 
I’d never be enough for you 
When you knew 
I’d never be enough 

I can’t afford to hate myself anymore
Just make it stop Lord Nrsimhadev 
Just make it stop
Make it stop
Stop

The most painful part is that I abandoned myself
Happiness and distress arrive and depart 
And when it comes I’m drowning slowly 
Suffocating 
Do you know what it’s like to be terrified of yourself?

What?
Just serve
I deserve good
I deserve love 

Don’t doubt yourself 

You think you’re not good enough? 
I’m telling you you’re good enough
You are more than enough 

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna  
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare 
Hare Rama Hare Rama 
Rama Rama Hare Hare

ॐ

In A flat minor (A440) 
Written, performed, recorded and pre-mixed by Viola Moonshape in 2022
Mixed by Brahma in October 2022
Mastered by George Konings (worldwidemastering.org) and Brahma in November 2022
Copyright © 2023 Viola Moonshape

ॐ

Burn Your Balloon

Rehearsal Video

Chapter 123 of 266
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Hey… so what are Vintage Bone: B-Sides? They are older songs and little ditties that got lost in my growing pile of recordings. This winter, I have been going through my catalog, pulling out a couple songs, here and there, and creating a new pile called Vintage Bone. Most needed some remixing and production adjustments. Some are first take versions of songs I like to re-record often. Ever notice that sometimes first versions seem to be the best, even if a redo is compositionally better? With this song, ‘There You Are’ from 2015, I noticed the vocals were ruined by plosives, hissing and distortion. (Nope, I do not have a pop filter -yet-. Haha.) There was way too much compression and reverb, and I overdid the EQ… all of which seemed to dull the song's natural character, so I made some adjustments and rerecorded the guitar solos. Sure, it’s just GarageBand, so please, cut me some slack. Thanks. Yes, sometimes I’d rather live in my dreams, with all my favorite ice creams. Most of us spend a third of our lives sleeping and dreaming. I dream like an old dog now. The symbolism and metaphors are wildly revealing. The vast dream world, of the places I go, and people I meet, is filled with extraordinary things. Sometimes there are dangerous situations filled with scary moments. I can fly, sometimes I encounter supernatural beings, but often I have recurring dreams where the places and people are familiar to me. Once in April, I dreamt about a mentor I had as a kid, who died. I woke up crying. I did not know he had passed, and thought he was still alive so I sent him a letter. Months passed, and I forgot about it. Then I received a letter from his wife. She was gracious and said she received my letter in the same month that her husband, my mentor, had passed away years ago. She said April’s were always difficult for her, and the letter was a godsend. In the letter, I had mentioned to my mentor how thankful I was that he was a part of my life as a kid. A bright spot as it were. She said no one ever mentioned that to him before, and thanked me many times. It was that dream that convinced me to pay attention to dreams. I have written over a hundred pages of dream experiences, and hopefully one day before I go, hee-hee…. I will write a book about those dreams. But for now, I have some snow shoveling to do. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by, m

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Vintage Bone: B-Sides... There You Are

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Fire drops walls can’t  protect
Filthy water that will infect
Bleached bones in the midday sun
Shots rattle from a distant gun
Into the trailer single file
Another misplaced juvenile
Stench is strong as heads are bowed
Tightly packed no bags allowed

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

Dipping under rusted wire
Leaving the frying pan for the fire
Slip down to the rugged shore
Face pressed to the salty floor
Push against the currents force
Whispering voices plot a course
Waves crashing as you start to slide
There’s no sign of the other side

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand

Dirty bandage fallen slack.
Hands burnt from the last attack.
Biometrics have been destroyed.
The guard looks tired and seems annoyed.
Status can’t be verified
Documents won’t be supplied.
Ushered off to the holding cell.
Your latest twisted living hell.

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

book of peace, chapter 6 : horns of WAR [open collab]

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