AHAHAHAAA I LOVE THIS SOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Amazing how anyone can make something so minimalistic sounds so cool. That simple phat drum in juxtaposition to the killer rythm of the confidendt rap is a sure winner for me.

dinosaur love

I've been following @Ladyofire aka Tanisha Jackland for almost 7 years, ever since I first became more active on SC. At that time, we were both based in Seattle and she was one of the few local people I'd discovered on here. I've always been inspired by her poetry and spoken word pieces set to music. Every so often she posts an open collab. When I stumbled across the original version of this track, Crimes Against Humanity - https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire/crimes-against-humanity-open-collab ... I decided to finally go for it. Great to be collaborating Tanisha!

Vocals, and more persistent drum/bass part(TR-808) by @Ladyofire
Evolving drums part (SR-16), heavier bass line and background synth/keys melody by @tea_are_sea

Photo credit to Thomas Hawk (CC BY-NC 2.0)
creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/
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Crimes Against Humanity (TRC Remix) by Lady of Fire Poetry

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
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Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

Are Y'all On Board

MAY I INTRODUCE ELI AS THE QUEEN BEE OF THE HIVE 
ALSO FOR ME NOT TO LIE INSTIGATOR OF THIS JIVE
WE ARE FOUR WE ARE ONE NOTHING CAN DIVIDE US 
COS WE ARE THE VIVA GANG YES THE BOOTY BUTTS

ONE FOR ALL ALL FOR ONE JUST LIKE THE THREE MUSKETEERS 
UN POUR TOUS TOUS POUR UN LES QUATRE DOIGTS DE LA MAIN
OH THE BOOTY BUTTS

BONJOUR TANNAZ COMMENT TE DIRE EN PERSAN 
ET SANS L’ACCENT DU VAL D’OISE CE QUE JE RESSENS
SUCH A WONDERFUL HOST BABY OF THE FAMILY
SO I HEARD FROM A GHOST WHOSE NAME IN FRENCH IS ELI

ONE FOR ALL ALL FOR ONE JUST LIKE THE THREE MUSKETEERS UN POUR TOUS TOUS POUR UN LES QUATRE DOIGTS DE LA MAIN

HELLO FRANCESCA LÀ-BAS À SAN FRANCISCO 
WHERE YOU ALL MET NOT LONG AGO IN SPITE OF THE PANINI

ONE FOR ALL ALL FOR ONE JUST LIKE THE THREE MUSKETEERS UN POUR TOUS TOUS POUR UN LES QUATRE DOIGTS DE LA MAIN

HAVE A GUESS WHO COMES NEXT ALL THE WAY FROM VANCOUVER JUSQU’À PARIS WELCOME JESS PLUS TAUREAU QUE SAGITTAIRE

 ONE FOR ALL ALL FOR ONE JUST LIKE THE THREE MUSKETEERS UN POUR TOUS TOUS POUR UN LES QUATRE DOIGTS DE LA MAIN

MMM THE BOOTY BUTTS
WHAT’S NOT TO SHARE ON MARCO POLO AS THE BOOTY BUTTS AND EXCEPT WHEN GOING TO HOUSTON WE ALL MOSTLY AGREE ABOUT BACON. ELI I SURE HOPE ANTARCTICA WON’T HAVE MELTED BEFORE THE PANINI IS OVER TANNAZ PLEASE SEND MY REGARDS TO VIOLET AND SAEED AS FRANCESCA TO STEVIE ALMOST NICKS YOU WHO KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT THE SAME PANINI RISKS NOT TO FORGET MICHAEL WHILE YOU FLY IN A FLASHMOB MOOD AND JESS THE WITCH KEEP GETTING HIGH ON NATURAL WINE HIGH ABOVE THE SKIES.
PS LET ME ALSO WISH THE BEST TO NEPHEW MAX GOING THROUGH THE VERY NORMAL ADOLESCENT STRUGGLE AND STRIFE
AND NOW LET’S WATCH A MOVIE TOGETHER IN THE DISTANCE 
3, 2, 1, START!

THE VIVA GANG (Lyrics) Song for Eli & co

Nonsense, just nonsense! Hopefully, the listener will feel like someone kicked down their door, rants for 3 minutes, and then leaves. 

Lyrics:
Riding my bicycle
I was 8 years old
Riding to the Biblioteca
What the heck does that get ya?

Hey! Speak up asher bard
They say your miseries are symphonies
Hey, what are you writing in that notebook?
You know I say: I'm a poet
But, I make my own hours
That's how you know that you really own it
That's how you know that you've really made it
I've been playing a fool for so long
But I will probably do it again
If you insist
Hey, c'mon, everyone
Give it up for the band!
I've been  trespassing on salvation
I've been speaking in binary code
I'm an observer in slo-mo

Let's disseminate the movie of my life
Cue the split screen
It's like some kind of cosmic universe blooper reel
I'm trying to document the way that we feel
It's 3 AM in the rain
And I'm staring at myself
It's 3 AM in the rain
Can you not see yourself?
Oh, let's give it up
Give it up for the band!

Let those good vibes shine!

I've been thinking about the matter
And the anti-matter
I've got some kind of Dostoevsky skin disease (cough)
You know what I mean?
I've got the aftershave and undertones
The poet's got the loneliest nose
For the way things go

The biblioteca, what the heck will that get ya?

Good Vibes

https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg and myself write together , billy can always trow me a curve ball from time to time here is the new one by us 
LYRICS:-
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom
Join us 
‘Cause you’re not the only one
This pledge
Is written for everyone
We believe in humanity
We believe in sovereignty
We don’t believe in government
We don’t believe in war
WHERE WE GO ONE WE GO ALL
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom
Bet they call you crazy
Like they call us 
They call us crazy
‘Cause we are not 
Distorted in trust
It’s them that’s crazy
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom
We believe in humanity
We believe in sovereignty
We don’t believe in government
We don’t believe in war
Join us 
‘Cause you’re not the only one
This pledge
Is written for everyone
Peacemongers
Get on your chariot
Peacemongers
And ride it 
Peacemongers
To freedom

2022 - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

Peacemongers

Peacemongers - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

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Broken Pearls

Every year I try to make a little song to commemorate remembrance day in November. The month of August is also historically significant, though.  In August 1914 the massed cartoon insanity of old-world braided huffing and puffing empires slammed into stark reality when over the course of a few days: Germany declared war on Russia, France and Belgium; Britain declared war on Germany; Austria-Hungary declared war on Russia; France and Britain declared war on Austria-Hungary; Japan declared war on Germany; and Austria-Hungary declared war on Belgium. Dear God.

Herbert Burden was one of many young men who decided to do “the right thing” and lied about his age to enlist.  He endured 10 months of fighting, shelling and gas attacks in the front line trenches in France, lost many friends and was himself eventually hospitalised.  On discharge from hospital his battalion received orders to return to the front line.  Herbert went AWOL and was found at a neighbouring regiment where he said he had gone to comfort a friend who had lost a brother in the fighting.  

Herbert became the youngest British soldier to be executed by firing squad for desertion.  

He was seventeen years old, alone, given no defence at his trial, blindfolded, arms tied behind his back, lashed to a post and shot at dawn on 21st July 1915.

God rest his soul.

The picture is of a statue of Herbert which stands at the British National Memorial Arboretum as part of an installation to commemorate the 306 of their own soldiers executed by the British Army during WW1.

I felt this needed to be done raw in one take so please excuse the rough edges.
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Broken Pearls

Come the night, through singing clouds
Of old men crying on war's recall,
Pastel light hits bleeding shrouds
Still defying, backs to wall.
Morphine hymns through organ pipes
Hairs on end, standard unfurled
Shell shock sins 'neath starburst lights
Set to defend their broken pearls.

His mother spoke through spilling tears
God beside, with angel choirs.
He then awoke – pain chilling sears
Deep inside his burning fires.
Camphor dreams through ether prayers
Uniformed boys mustard gas swirls
Just seventeen, mere child's nightmares.
Discarded toy, of broken pearls.

Weeping crows in ¾ time
Belie the crown, lay down to die.
Wreaths below, left countersigned
Head bowed down, blindfolded eyes.
Hot leaded hopes absolve the rich
Salvo thunder suspends our world
On posted ropes slumped heroes twitch
And rent asunder our broken pearls.

Broken Pearls

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