Trippy Hot Operatic Rocking 😵🤟💥🔥🎵🔉🔊

@user-121558723: Merci beaucoup !!! à votre santé :)

I agree with JCS! this is a keeper for sure ☺️

great demo!  powerful guitars and vocals!  can't wait to hear the finished song!

Rough, raw as you should !! Well done !! \m/ 👍

FIND EGGS OF BRAIN GLORY

GLORIA II

Coming clean on my teenage delinquency. A betrayal of a friend. My poor attempt at atonement and forgiveness. I know the song photo is not a Impala, but good photo's of them are hard to find. Those cars be ugly people!
Lyrics:
We were teenage subversives
We pissed our names onto the football field
We just do as we feel
Teenage pirates
Sailing suburbanian malls
We did it all
With Bukowski charm
Before our impending fall
Cause I stole the Chevy 
Parked in front of your house
You know I stole it
I blew that engine out
I stole the Chevy
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
You know I took it
I know I blew our friendship out

You moved away in May
They say
You were diagnosed a schizophrenic
I never went and visited you
At the hospital
Cause things look so much different
When your in it
I regret it to this day
it's funny, the things that stay
I stole the Chevy
Parked in front of your house
You know I stole it
I blew that engine out
I stole Chevy
Uh Huh, Uh Huh
Your Dad knew it
You know I blew that engine out

Your Dad love his Chevy Impala
But I'm famous
For not doing what I oughta

I stole the Chevy
Parked in front of your house
You know I stole it
You know I blew that engine out
Uh Huh, Uh Huh

We had a code among thieves
But I just do as I please
You never told the Cops on me
It's in the code among thieves

1985 Chevy Impala (Uh Huh)

A WHILE IN THE MAKING, SONIC FUCKERY IS JUST THAT, THERE ARE A LOT OF BITS AND PIECES IF YOU WILL, TO FEAST ON, YOUR EARS AND BRAIN MAY THANK ME OR THEY MAY SAY TO ME, HEY FUCK YOU MAN, THIS SHIT IS TOO WEIRD, EITHER WAY, ITS ALL GOOD, THERE IS A LOT GOING ON HERE, ENJOY....TURN ON YOUR BLACKLIGHT NOW, WHAT ARE WAITING FOR, TURN IT ON ,:)  BIG LOVE AND PEACE///ROOTS!!!  P.S. DO YOU HEAR ANYTHING FAMILIAR AT THE END?

CONCISE BRAIN JUMBLE (SONIC FUCKERY)

Modes About Me - Eggs - D b major - 128 bpm

Music/lyrics: Composed, written and performed by Mark David McClellan

Lyrics:

He lives in the boiler room
The victims blood was on the tip of his broom
He lives as a chimney sweep
The chirping down below is a secret he will never keep
Hightail it all the way 
Back, back
Had had enough of your crap man
Set sail across the Atlantic
Sink deep just like the titanic
Sorry if I'm manic but I've had it

Modes About Me Pt. 1

Eggs

Song about love as a shelter against inclemency of life (translated lyrics below).

By means of some weather sounds, I oppose precise dark parts to more colored ones, with serious work till 3:25 when I had fun jamming, so you can skip to 4:20 & enjoy great outro !!

Clarinet was borrowed from my sister for summer practice. Reed & keywork managing is difficult for a beginner, & home cohabitance was set on serious risk, but with painful effort I got something presentable, or so I hope, as not willing to repeat soon...

Pic: edited eyefish photo taken by my other sister during one of my hard summer rehearsals.

LETRAS / LYRICS

ENTRA SIN MIEDO / COME IN WITHOUT FEAR

Fuera hay truenos; / Outside there are thunders;
entra sin miedo. / come in without fear.

Fuera hay viento; / Outside there is wind;
entra corriendo. / come rush in.

Soy tu refugio protector; / I am your protective shelter;
entre mis brazos estarás mejor: / whithin my arms you’ll be better:
ven a buscar mi calor. / come to find my warmth.

Dentro hay fuego; / Inside there is fire;
entra a verlo. / come in to see it.

Dentro te espero, / Inside I wait for you,
entra sin miedo. / come in without fear.

ER22HC02 - (C) Ruizzo 1995 - (R) Francés Records;) 2014

Entra sin miedo (No clarinet was harmed)

Ghost

Ghost (Unofficial)

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/FhXG2eUCCJs
This Song is What Can Happen when I have a Bad Week or the Heavy Weight of the World is Spinning in my Head & my Imagination Kicks In :-)  
To HOPE  !!!
It was a Fast Write & Really Fun to Record ~~
Hope Everyone Likes It !
©2025 Donna Dior

UNREST IN THE GALAXY

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Bandcamp [ https://mkandersson1982.bandcamp.com/album/mamamuski-remix-prerelease ]
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I took an old demo I recorded and tinkered with it in some apps to see what I could come up with. I dare say this is a bit of silly fun, lol.
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Mamamuski is an exuberant and incredibly catchy remix of one of my old bedroom recordings. This single will be available as a free Bandcamp exclusive up until its official release to major music platforms on November 30, 2025.

… Have you seen him?

Marty Andersson: Mamamuski (Remix) | Free Bandcamp Exclusive (Exp. Nov 30, 2025)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Fasten seat belts! This is the result of the secret masters of disturbed arts black belt convention (SmaodiablabeCon). For more info play it again.
https://soundcloud.com/ultrasonic_pest_repellent

Moloko Drencrom | Collab with Ultrasonic Pest Repellent

This is a hybrid track..  Featuring My Neighbor Eco Freq Or just "Benne"

Lithium

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

Still Think Positive / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
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BPM 90
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Still Think Positive (Open Collab Offer)

re-imagining of Iced/Mantra in neo-classical celtic style
the original is here: https://on.soundcloud.com/Fu7WQ9GS6dw4nILnaB

This is one for my funeral.


lyrics:

Even when the rain comes down
Even with the skies torn open
I will still be here tomorrow

Even when things falling down
Or when every heart is broken
I will still remain tomorrow

I'll be there for your best side
Hurtling up the open wide
Nothing here was meant to mourn for

Though your life was blown away
And the right words you couldn't say
You did never pass unnoticed

Though the skies keep falling down
and reality lies underground
there is so much yet to learn for now
its the thunder, its the same
too much trouble, too much pain
at least all this is taken all away

When The Rain Comes Down

When The Rain Comes Down (aka Iced/Mantra) (Wyche version)

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

Original Composition / Guitar : ShadowThorne
Lyrics / Vocals : The Watcher
Drums / Logo : Surt

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