Nice & steady percussion that eases the flow. Beautifully expressive sax & directive! An aural delight! 🧡❣🧡🔁🎯

You have a nice style of creating music. Smooth. It flows so nice.

Chillout hit here! Bravo for that juicy smoothness 🥂👌

Fluorescent Life – where light turns into rhythm

Thank you for listening.
 composer/ sdmk 
Composition /sdmk
arrangement / sdmk
 Sample Sound /shiradow
 Instrumental Arrangement, Mastering / sdmk

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I started making this piece with the intention of it being a set of songs that could stand on their own as well as being an open collaboration, but then it took on a life of its own, and things just got out of hand from there, lol! 

But I still managed to control myself and didn’t add too many samples though, haha! 

I was listening to 1985 and 1986 hip hop singles when making this so….

You can download this for free as well as some of the unmixed stems on Bandcamp. The lyrics can also be found on Bandcamp since SC didn’t provide enough space in the song info. I reached my description limit!

Feel free to treat it as an open collaboration if you like. The song list, BPMs, and time signatures are listed below. 

I Like To Sample Old Drums Bandcamp Link: 
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/i-like-to-sample-old-drums

Funny we are now moving to Portland. Bye, bye Hillsboro. I guess this is now a farewell song. 

Track Credits:

The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

I Like To Sample Old Drums
Rap Attack: 112 BPM 4/4
Take The Max Down To Hillsboro: 189 BPM 4/4
Peach ’N Plum: 132 BPM 3/4
What, Would, When: 112 BPM 5/4
I Like To Sample Old Drums: N/A
This One Goes: 101 BPM 4/4
Bllll: 92 BPM 4/4
The Couch Can’t Help It: 87 BPM 4/4

Here are the lyrics just for: 

Rap Attack

I will
Put you in a tourniquet
Bleeding there’s no stopping it
Got a pimple 
I be popping it
Tripple nipple
Don’t be knocking it
I be chopping it off
Now blood is slopping  
I ain’t mopping 
You be dropping
When you slippin’ in it 
Finna sit and watch as I scoff
Maybe lickin’ ice cream soft serve, huh
What cha sayin’ I can only seem to catch ya gurgling brah
Nah, No one can hear you scream 
When you got a severe stream of
Foam bumbling, bubbling from your mouth, tumbling gravitationally south
Bro, i’m feeling bad for your health
See you reeling keeling over looking so sad 
had I know your noncongealinkg slow at healing
I might have
Not tried to put you in a tourniquet 
Tried to put you in a tourniquet
Tried to put you in a

I Like To Sample Old Drums

Bandcamp

Russell Sinfield and the Couch King -I Like To Sample Old Drums

Lyrics:

I was king of the world, walked the land so free
Mountains bowed to me, no danger to see
But I felt the winds change, heard the sky break wide
A fireball’s coming, there’s nowhere to hide

The ground shakes beneath my feet
The air's grown stale, yet bittersweet
And I can see the end, it’s written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

I called the comet just a spark
A flicker meant to light the dark
I said that God would let us be
That fire was never meant for me
We crowned the beast and closed one eye
Then dared the world to split the sky
But soon the leopards bare their teeth
And tear the lies from underneath

We carved our thrones from wax and pride
Then struck the sparks we couldn’t hide
Laughed at crows that lined the wires
Mocked the smoke before the fires

The fireball splits the skies
To advertise my lies
are just maggots and flies

Now I see the end 
is written in flames
Nothing we built will ever remain

First came silence, fear and dread
The world shuddered and mourned the dead
Crows took flight with silver cries
To peck the rot and eat the flies

Then came the dawn, with truth ablaze
Children yelled through smoke and haze
Science grew roots, the wise made rain
And broke the world out from my chain

They scrawled my name on walls of shame
Unmasked the lies that fed my name
My echo burned, my shadow banned
No idols left, no thieving hand

I fed the lies until they screamed
I kiss the storm I make-believed
The old wax throne, just melt and bone
Ground to dust by minds full grown

The fireballs coming
I made it so
Truth is not a democratic show
It is a force of nature though
It doesn’t ask
It only shows

Fireball

this is a song I wrote for the Alters, a ragtag bunch of fellow amputees,,,sometimes we put our parts together to make a hole……this is the 2nd take with Don “heavyhand” Jones one of the best one legged drummers on the block……this is as far as we got before we started to get a bit “legless”……good fun though……..
Seems to be a lot of fakery around with just about everything these days,,,but they’ll never be a Rolling Stone,,,,,,,,peace and cheers for listening

Paul St Jack…Bass
Derf Lipskin…Elec Piano, Vox
Lionel Osbourne…Guitar
Jim  Mcgill…Warblin, other guitar




DingDong

ain't no tomorrow without today
yesterday waved, chased it away
now it's been running
through the middle of my mind

standing room only, come take a seat
feeling confused rinse and repeat
scrubbing the skin, and clean it all away

yeah it's there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't see it
it ain't leaving so soon

here's the news, it aint getting better
it's snowing in the Alice, but Don ain't no rolling stone

what will it matter, how will it feel
now that the fake, is the new real
nothing surprises, it's normal to us now

silence is noise, peace is a dream
if you're hearing voices, it's not what it seems
it's just the assistant, talking while you sleep

yeah they're there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't hear them
they ain't going so soon

heres the fake news, it ain't getting better
Harry got a job, but Andy ain't no rolling stone

you felt safe there on your island
where the ocean was so blue
come and going as you pleased
thought none really knew

if you believe it, it must be true
say the liars, speakers of "truth"
the court jester, who's really the king of the fools

and he's there in the morning too
evening and noon
don't pretend you don't see him, he ain't going so soon

heres the news it ain't getting better
the silks get paid and the purse gets fatter now
the uk 35 degrees, the icebergs are melting
but Jeff ain't no rolling stone

DingDong

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement, mix and cover picture 

Hi Everyone!
This is the final part of my small experimental project called „What’s Up?”.
Hope you enjoy the „rockabilly vibe” of this song ! 😎

The lead guitar part was recorded in real time, as always in my songs! 🔆🎸

Thanks a lot for listening and support!
Artur

What’s Up? (Final Part)

Our little band has been busy over the summer months working on songs for a fall release.  This is perhaps one of the more spiritually-centered songs we have written and published.  How responsible are we for the evil that has come upon the world, for the resultant suffering it has brought. Peter's beautiful words begin with an act of redemption for mankind, but end with judgement not by God's choice, but man's will. 
The words did not come easily as Peter confesses that his pen "hovered above the last line for several minutes" not wanting to write it, but with a prophet's conviction, knew it must be written. The question is begged by those who will to believe, does the beauty of God's creation also involve justice and judgement, what Luther called "God's alien work"?  
Peter's verse has never been more poignant or Seagull's production more finely crafted. His track note also offers further insight into our thinking on the song and is well worth reading.
Guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, superb Mix & Production, Seagull; @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice - Clara Sorace

Web of Circles

…and place the host upon my tongue
as his grace, the bishop did, when I was young
to set life's path as angels sung
since when I've tracked an arcing line
my cracked heart marinades in altar wine
as webbed circles on repeat define
…
……the mirrored threads within my mind.

…and carbon copies as before
in mobius time reflect the score
while catastrophes gorge today once more
identikits forged on command from yesterday
nothing learned, just press replay
and watch heads in hands as the people pray
…
……for the pendulum to swing the other way

…and certain as the wheeling orbit's path
history founders on future’s aftermath
to sin once more as lucifer belly laughs
run aground we last forget that sacred host
‘neath chancel’s hell he resurrects what aches the most
humanity self-lashed to eternity’s whipping post
…
……by the Father, Son and Holy Ghost

Web of Circles (Seagull, Peter, and David)

This song was written at the same time as ‘Get Up’ which I posted a couple of months ago and is very much a partner piece to it. I’ve given it a more jazzy feel and upped the tempo from my first  version which I hope has given it a brighter and lighter feel. I’ve also multi-tracked the ‘Uh Oh’ vocal loop and added a few effects to make it a little more prominent in the mix - it is after all the title! I very much hope you enjoy this one and, if you have time, maybe leave a comment. The feedback I’ve had on the other songs has been really, really helpful ( and very encouraging too! ).

Original image from Wikilmages on Pixabay

Uh Oh!

Motivation Of Love

#22 - 25

FRUIT BASKETS

This is my #best batch yet. #vibes and a #nas #onelove #illmatic remix

luck grove ii

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm going to upload too many songs, so I'll be deleting older, less listened-to songs. I'm very sorry, but thank you for your understanding.

“Until now, I have been replying in English through translation, but since translations can lead to misunderstandings, I will be responding in Japanese from now on.” 

＊ DAW  Logic Pro X, Studio One,FL studio
I will be cancelling my Pro Plan on June 12th.

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