Some people say
That life is just a game
Seek your fortune
Adventure and fame
Is there a meaning
To all of this?
Or does that question
Just prove my ignorance?
Quite a trip 
Quite a trip its been
If you don’t play
You can never win
Quite a trip 
Quite a trip its been
If you don’t laugh
You can never win
Quite a trip 
Quite a trip its been
You can try
You can never win

You can’t win
If you don’t try
You can’t win 
If you don’t cry
You can’t win
I wonder why?

You can’t win
If you don’t try
You can’t win 
If you don’t cry
You can’t win
I wonder why?

Quite A Trip It's Been

This track was written by myself, about myself and the hold alcohol had on me, for years. I finally broke the hold it had, now over a year sober, not a sip of it. I wrote this to help myself, and possibly others to reflect on their actions or decisions in life, because time does tick. Some time is lost due to the time travel effect alcohol gives you. Every second here is worth your time and effort, don't waste your seconds in a drunken state of mind.

Faded Reality

How long have I been gone?
Weeks, months, years?
Ship on fire
Burning in the night
Illuminates the sky
In the absence of light
Slowly sailing to a place
In my mind
Leaving everything far behind
Leaving it all behind
I understand life backwards
But I have to live it forwards
I understand life backwards
But I have to live it forwards
Time is not a river
Flowing only downstream
Time is not a hallway
Going one way or the other
Time is not an ocean
Moving in all directions
Time is a jungle
Filled with scary monsters
My ship is on fire
Drifting to a place
In my mind
My ship is on fire 
Leaving it all behind
We understand life backwards
But we have to live it forwards
We understand life backwards
But we have to live it forwards

Ship On Fire

Minimal contemplative piano piece . My first since Song for Arboreta. 
Hope you enjoy

Mood Exhibit -  Conjurer’s Dilemma

Sprinkle Me With Monkey Dust

Everything’s connected
But nothing’s working
Times running out
And death sits there smirking
Do you remember that night?
Wrapped in chains
Voices near us
Drowning out
Everything I could say
Creating turmoil
Creating chaos inside of me
It’s driving me crazy
Everything’s connected
But nothing’s working
When I’ve just shut my eyes
Wake me
Ready to rise
Crystal clear
Ready to fly
Everything’s connected
But nothing’s working
Times running out
And death sits there smirking
If everything’s connected
Why isn’t anything working
Times running out
And death just sits there smirking

Everything's Connected But Nothing's Working

Crawling on my stomach 
Over shards of broken memories
Some are clear and bright
Some so dark I can barely see
One so sharp it snags my shirt
Here it comes again
This is going to hurt
Some of my feelings 
Have been covered in dirt
I just know 
this is going to hurt
I didn’t come into this world
Quivering and shaking
I came out of this world
A life of my own making
It all goes by so fast
Are there clues in my past?
Some of my feelings 
Have been covered in dirt
I pull out my shovel
This is going to hurt

This Is Going To Hurt

This is a story about the music in my head
This is the soundtrack to a book I never read
Are you an impostor, guilty of future crimes?
Or just an innocent bystander, trying to think of a rhyme
You saw me dancing and thought I was insane
Because you couldn’t hear the music in your freshly washed brain
Do you want to survive in the jungle or exist in a zoo?
I know how I feel, how about you?

You Saw Me Dancing And Thought I Was Insane

A song about a hen and her mate, and a strange chick

Below is the Italian text

I verse

Rock a la coque, la zampa fa croc
il gallo è un poco vecchio, un vero broc
e la gallina, non ha fatto pulcini
E il contadino, pensa già ai brodini

Il gallo mica è scemo, non vuole andar nel brodo 
E dice alla gallina, piantiamo sto chiodo
Facciamo un pulcino, poi andiamo in pensione
Bella idea galletto, sei un istrione

Andiamo al zamp-a-terre, e fammi volare
Sì alza la piuma, che provo ad entrare
Croooock, Coook, Coook! 

II verse

Rock a la coque, la zampa fa croc
il gallo è vecchio  , ma fa il bot
e la gallina ha fatto l'ovetto
E tutti raggianti lo vedon perfetto

L'ovetto covato, emette dei suoni
Si sentono già delle, vibrazioni
Strani rumori, e qualche pling-plong
Ma cosa sarà, questa specie di splong?

Il gallo e la gallina sono tutti frementi
Dai che si apre, senti che sfregamenti 
grat-sgrat-sgraaaat, crick-crick criiick! 
Ma cos'è quella roba, cos'è quel jack?

e io sarei il padre? 
Ma va là non ci credo! 

Ma guarda che roba
è stato certo il cucùlo!

Rock A La Coque

I don't know how I got here
I'm not sure who I am
I think I'm caught in the in-between
We are all here together
Our bodies are made of stars
We are all here together
Our bodies are made of stars

Clintmusic 9

Fever Dream

This is my Bedroom Synthphony
I used lots of cool VST’s
It’s much longer than it needs to be
That’s how you know it’s really proggy

Bedroom Synthphony

I am a mousier, I love jamming more than editing, and I do music for fun and relax, with my DAW and a bunch of plugins. I also love testing a new way to use plugins, but I don’t think I can invent the wheel anyway.

My hardware: Alesis Q49 and M-Audio Keystation Mini 32MIDI keyboards, Komplete Audio 1 audio interface, Sony MDR 7506 headphone, and Behringer Ultravoice XM8500 mic

My software: Ableton Live 12, Scaler 2, some UJAM guitars, AAS Strum GS-2 & Lounge Lizard, S-Gear 3 amps, Toontrack EZbass, EZdrummer, EZkeys and EZMix, VB3-II, MiniOrchestra and SoloTrumpet

Rock A La Coque

Claudio Porcellana

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