Serious Humour

ELECTRO FEDERATION vol 1

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Cool for Summer '22

FRIENDS ARE ELECTRIC vol 2

Mixed for Lillithe

Happy Halloween 2022

some fun and awesome music

From our 4th album PROXIMA (January 2022 - False Peak Records) 

Recorded in Prague by Overland Inn, Mastered in Berlin by Marco Pellegrino @AnalogCut Mastering Studio

Album link ffm.to/proxima

Check out the live video for this song at https://youtu.be/tKpVx8Kv6r0

More information at www.overlandinn.com

#triphop #synthwave #roland #Juno #overlandinn 

Juno

Photograph / my dear friend Mr. Spike & Satomi(U.S.A.)
Title / Satomi
VOCAL,Songwriting / Shinobu
Guitar, arrangement / Hiro

My Whimsical Guy / Photograph / my dear friend Mr. Spike & Satomi(U.S.A.)

Ghost Note

SUPERFINE APOSTLES

Phoenix Lights

Songwriter Tim Deacon Arranger By Tom Reock Keyboard, Mark Sacco Drummer & Joe Hoyer  Guitarist

01 Bell To Hell

Lampart to heavymetalowa odsłona Selektora. Utwór zainspirowany został muzyką niemieckiego zespołu Gravestone, jednego ze szczególnie cenionych przeze mnie twórców z nurtu nowej fali brytyjskiego heavy metalu. Układ utworu jest typowy dla piosenki, niemniej jednak warunki techniczne oraz wokalne skutecznie zniechęciły mnie do nagrania śpiewu. W zamyśle zwrotki mogłyby być recytowane, zaś refren wykonywany byłby śpiewnym, mocnym wokalem heavymetalowym w stylu Roba Halforda. :)

Lampart is the heavy metal release of the SelektoR. The track was inspired by the German band Gravestone, one of the creators of the new wave of British heavy metal that I particularly like. The tune was intended to be a song, but the technical and vocal conditions effectively discouraged me from recording the vocal parts. The verses were intended to be recited and the chorus had to be sung with heavy metal Rob Halford like vocals. :)

(Forgive me my mediocre English lol)

Lyrics:

It's time to end the grief this night
I’m handsome lad just in your sight
I overcome the resistance
to get rid of your innocence

Tell me, girl, what’s on your mind
There’s only way that I shall find
The cosmic force binds our fate
It’s speeding up your heartbeat rate

Stars… shine in your eyes
So… soft is your voice
Lust… will soon arise
Now… join my rejoice

Chorus:

Ecstasy (it’s my) fantasy (you’re my)
Ecstasy (it’s my) fantasy (you’re my)
Ecstasy (you’re my) fantasy (it’s my)
Ecstasy


The final law is overthrown
Your loose hair shine like a crown
Your flesh so pale – hot to the core
With thirsty lips you beg for more

Scent of love is in the air
Your pheromones – I’m still aware
You’re steaming hot, we shouldn’t wait
Let’s do the job – it’s getting late

Found… transcendentally
Bound… for… eternity
You won’t be lost – grant me your trust
Feel… it… now…


Chorus:

Ecstasy (it’s my) fantasy (you’re my)
Ecstasy (it’s my) fantasy (you’re my)
Ecstasy (you’re my) fantasy (it’s my)
Ecstasy


Now… close your eyes
Please… hold me tight
I’ll… take a lead
Know what you need


Chorus:

Ecstasy (it’s my) fantasy (you’re my)
Ecstasy (it’s my) fantasy (you’re my)
Ecstasy (you’re my) fantasy (it’s my)
Ecstasy
Fantasy…
Ecstasy…

Fantasy - Ecstasy

Lampart - Fantasy-Ecstasy

A'BECKETT STREET
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2022 AB Music
https://youtu.be/6CvNYcb_pao

JAMMING LOUD AT A'BECKETT STREET
106 A'BECKETT STREET
LOCK THE DOOR KEEP THE COLD OUTSIDE
TAKING OFF ON A REAL COOL RIDE

JAMMING LOUD AT A'BECKETT STREET
THE CITY'S DEAD BUT NOT A'BECKETT STREET
WE'RE PLAYING HARD ON A REAL COOL LINE
TAKING OFF ON A REAL COOL RIDE

HANGING OUT AT A'BECKETT STREET
106 A'BECKETT STREET
FORTY'S FOOD TASTE JUST REAL COOL
I'LL HAVE A HAMBERGER AND A CUP OF CHIPS TOO

A'BECKETT STREET

A'BECKETT STREET (see info for video link)

https://youtu.be/VqxWSkGGUiw

One leg dancing


Hey, the moon is out tonight.
Catch us dancing, to a timing that is just 'bout right

Show, show what you can do
One leg dancing is no easy thing to do.

Get balanced, don't slip overboard.
It takes some practice, a rhythm and a chord.

Move, or at least don't stand still.
One leg dancing, if you can't, you bet I will.

So, where have you been?
Come & try the moves, - that rule the scene.

Unwind and at ease, when you're dancing...

Who, who you want to be?
One leg dancer, careless & free.

Get balanced, stick to the floor,
Essential swaying, if you like it you can get some more.

Roll over, then jump back again,
One leg dancing, every woman, every man

Slave, slave to the beat
If you can, join the boogie, or tap your feet

Say, say what you wanna say
Speak to me with body language, 'till the break of day.

Dance, dance to the groove
If you can, do the boogie, yeah

One leg dancing

...and I Am He 

Would it be wrong to not do things I’m supposed to do?
Would it be wrong to not choose what I’m supposed to choose?
To make a bad decision most deliberately?
To make a bad decision with a little slice of pleasure
With a little spark of glee, give my heart up to the devil
Temporarily?

Or permanently?
Or permanently?
Not what I’m supposed to be
But the permanent me

Would it be wrong to tell the truth knowing you’d prefer a lie?
Would it be wrong to choose to share the secrets we agreed to censor
With a smile and a snicker and a little slice of pleasure
Like the little bump of speed from a quickie in a closet
An adrenaline adventure a betrayal I can savor
temporarily

Or permanently?
Permanenty
Not what I’m supposed to be
But the Permanent me

Right as the river
I’m floating so gently on
Which side of things
Will the croupier land me on
I’m obligated
The dice man has cometh
And I am he, and I am he
The dice man has cometh
And I am he, and I am he
The dice man has cometh
And I am he, and I am he

Permanently
Permanently
Permanently

Janine Levinson @janinelevinson : lyrics & vocals 
Mahan Mahan @mahan-mahan : instrumental track 
Lenny Bruce appears courtesy of himself and to add legitimacy to the otherwise obscure and mildly controversial "poly-bipolar women and masochistic men who.love them" phenomenon.

...and I Am He ~ Janine Levinson | Mahan²

The first time I listened to BoxTox's music, about a year ago, I thought that I would really like to play with him. Lately, when I wrote this piece, I immediately thought maybe it was the right one for his clarinet .. I proposed it to him and ... voilà!
In the photo, from left to right: me, the sound engineer, Boxtox and Mrs. Soundcloud.
We hope you enjoy it!

For his classy, elegant jazz here: @user-247600493

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

Et voilà - with BoxTox

The Story of the Biscuit Roller

The Blues are loaded with culinary references to sex - this is a form of signifying, which is the use of innuendo and doubletalk that is understood by members of one’s community. Countless blues lyrics use metaphor and innuendo to allow the singer to brag about physical attributes and sexual prowess, and state all kinds of desires, without uttering a single profane or off-color word. That’s good signifying. 

it takes bit of imagination for a delicate flaky biscuit dripping with butter and honey to become a metaphor for a delectable woman, and her skillful lover who is called a biscuit roller.

A biscuit roller can be male or female, though, as evidenced by Robert Johnson’s lyric from “If I Had Possession Over Judgment Day”:

“I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long
Boy I woke up this morning, my biscuit roller gone”

Biscuit Blues Songs:
“Biscuit Roller Blues”- Kokomo Arnold (James Arnold)
“If I Had Possession Over Judgment Day”- Robert Johnson
“Big Mama’s Door”- Alvin Youngblood Hart

Cover Art: U.S. #729 1933 3¢ Century of Progress Issue Date: May 25, 1933 First City: Chicago, IL Quantity Issued: 480239300
Text: “The Language of the Blues” Debra Devi 
Song: JTS, Open D - Capo 5 (High Open G) Pinky Slide on Brass Bell Tricone Resonator Guitar, Three Fingers and the Truth
Full Band Song, “Son of a Biscuit Roller”: https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/H19otF7gwytzyLEG9

Biscuit Roller Blues - JTSunrise Solo Bluesman (Century of Progress)

A few years ago, one of our presidential candidates referred to those who had the audacity to vote for the other candidate as "Deplorables".   It occurred to me that my family and I might fall into that "deplorable" category, so I thought I would offer a little insight into the daily life of us deplorables, or at least the perception of us by many of the social / political elites.               (pictured: the twins)

Adorable Deplorables

The Blob that ate East Texas came from south South Houston. A chemical processing plant disaster victim? An outer space monster mutant? Or Her Majesty's baby daddy out and about in his underpants again? No one knows for sure. 

In this chapter, the Texas National Guard, armed with the latest in laser beam weaponry provided by Texas Instruments, pursue the mad green shape-shifting semi-gelatinous monster toward Buffalo Bayou.

Texas Instruments, for all your lethal and nonlethal laser beam and laser blaster needs. 

Admiral Krank and His Mo Sheen

The Blob That Ate East Texas (Blob Theme 1)

Serve chilled. I posted this track by accident but wtf, I'll leave it. 

Up All Night

Crystal Life, Sudden Death

Kaleidoscope Shroomy Dreams

Kaleidoscope Shroomy Dreams (collab Gothic Funk)

Your True Oedipus Complex

The instrumental track is courtesy of Arma Ignifera :
https://soundcloud.com/herronsound/truenameopencollab
...which is the open collaboration version of this track : 
https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/your-true-name-arma-ignifera-and-myrh
Effluence has graciously provided the vocal track : https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/1174/oedopious-complex-by-effluence-80bpm-jazz-acapella
Special thanks to Arma Ignifera, Myrh (taRka) and Effluence.

Your True Oedipus Complex ~ Arma Ignifera/Myrh/Effluence (Mahan Mahan Remix)

My submission for the July 2022 Sim Selection monthly challenge of Benn Jordan's discord community.

Theme is 'Survival on Mars' with
keywords: worthless, broken and 11/16. 

I think my track may be more in 11/4 (two bars 4/4, one bar 3/4 for the main theme), but it's all in fun anyway.

Photo by Who’s Denilo ? on Unsplash

Air Is Thin

A beautiful day and the sun is shining down
Those golden rays help to wipe away the frown
Keep the vibe high
Don't let a 
Thing pass you by
A beautiful day , A beautiful day

winkandwoo 2022

A Beautiful Day

Sound track of
https://youtu.be/RVfjiMMWWtQ
Enjoy and Follow me!!

Generative Ambient song.

This video was made with the Generative method with EBOSUITE.
I made the sound with Wotja automatically,then the track load in Ableton live with EBOSUITE.
EBOSUITE with ISF Shader :HyperbolicSpace.fs by Grigoriev Mikhail generated the beautiful images of Hyperbolic Space.
The opacity of the images was modulated by the volume of sound track.

Reach for the stars : Organic shader graphic and ambient PV(Youtube) Please follow ch!!

Spotify

Cutting The Tension With A Diamond Blade

In My Veins

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, arrangement and production.

Einstein determined that time is relative and that the rate at which it passes depends on your frame of reference.  Now I’m not saying that I’m much of a scholar of his work but what I do know is that when the Covid pandemic was at it’s height and we were all confined to our homes, many of those that I spoke to didn’t even know where in the week we were, let alone the time of day, so yer man Einstein probably had a point.

This song was written long before the pandemic surfaced and came during telephone and email conversations I had with my two fellow Cripple Club garage band members, Gary and Hans . For example, I was chatting to Gal one day when he said “You know, I just can’t get the hang of time, these days.  Weeks seem to just merge into each other”. 

On the very same day, Hans sent me an email in which he stated "I’m really struggling to get the hang of time at the moment…” As someone who spends much of his time at home anyway, the two ‘hang of time’ statements did resonate with me and therefore carried an intriguing synchronicity.  I’m not someone who thinks these things have any mystical significance but the fact that they had both used precisely the same expression on the same day certainly placed the idea for this song in my mind.

Thanks again to Hans for taking the concept and formulating it so brilliantly into his arrangement for the song.  And many thanks to you for listening.
(Terry Reeves)

I just can’t get the hang of time
Tomorrow seemed a million miles behind
And yet a date turns up in front of mind
What more to remember or try to find

I just can’t get the hang of time

Another month goes by without a breath
Although breathing in moves me to the left
Time to the right can cause calendar theft
Pitching very low sounds to a musical clef

I just can’t get the hang of time

No shaking up time without showing my age
As click track continues keep missing the page
Never losing my temper but cheating a rage
There is never a tempo that keeps sounds in a cage

I just can’t get the hang of time (Repeat)

BREAK

Qualified people pointing a direction to live
Not one understands why I’m mentally captive
Each box with a tick but the time doesn’t give
My Individual need making all words so inactive

I just can’t get the hang of time

A window reflection shows a man with a beard 
Tuesday or Wednesday? All days disappeared
I just can’t get the hang of time
It wasn’t meant to be an ageing skill of mine.

I just can’t get the hang of time

THE HANG OF TIME - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Three Amigos

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Tomorrow, 22 August 2022, marks ten years since my brother Bri died. Hard to believe. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. His ashes were released into the River Thames, from the towpath that runs alongside Fulham football ground (quaintly known as ‘Craven Cottage’). He’d been a lifelong supporter of the club so this seemed a very appropriate resting place for him.

For those unaware of the sporting ritual, nearly every year since 1839, there's been a boat race on The Thames between Oxford & Cambridge Universities, held on a course between Putney and Mortlake. It is quite the occasion, with crowds lining the banks of the river for much of the four mile, 374 yard distance. It is broadcast live by the BBC and the Fulham stadium can clearly be seen as the crews row past. Guess who we think of when that happens?

When we were kids, we lived on a housing estate just a couple of minutes from the river, so Boat Race Day was always special. Every family was either a vehement supporter of the light blues of Cambridge or the dark blues of Oxford which seemed quite normal at the time but, thinking back, appears quite odd now. We were all decidedly lower class, with precious little chance of attending any university, let alone Oxbridge. But I clearly remember having a punch up with another kid on the estate because he supported Oxford. Total madness…but in my defence, I was very young at the time.

The family ritual was to watch the race on the telly until it reached Hammersmith Bridge, run to the river to watch the boats go by and then run back to see the finish. You still hear folks say “We had to make our own fun in those days” and I rather think this custom now falls into that deeply enigmatic category.

So that’s how Bri’s death has become inextricably linked to The Boat Race and the thoughts I have of him when the drone cameras look down upon the crews as they zoom past Craven Cottage. The fond memories always win out over the political bewilderment…and, strange as it may seem, I still want Cambridge to win.

For you, Bri. We miss you. (Terry Reeves)

Ten years of ashes floating, reasons to find
Connected thoughts search sensitive mind
Watery echoes continue, grieving combined
Reluctant tidal memories, questions behind

Never to forget you're all part of me

Cambridge beat Oxford, repair some sorrow 
But cannot add smiles to a never tomorrow 
A two to one chance, exciting times borrow 
History growing up, running riverside to follow

Never to forget you're all part of me

Ten years have past left me standing here
No harmony practice, new song to appear
Every heartbeat 4/4 beat counting each year 
Independence not requested, vocal unclear

Never to forget you're all part of me

From Birth to final moments always there
No feeling exchanged or choosing to care
50 years of musical lifetime joined with stare 
Total love for a brother, dreams cannot share

Never to forget you're all part of me
Never to forget you’re all part of me

RELEASE THE ASHES - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

When https://soundcloud.com/ipg1, historical SC member, offered this open collab from one of his pages: https://soundcloud.com/level-one-up1/unused-multiples-140-bpm-open-for-collab, I was immediately inspired by the modern sound where I felt some rock wanting to get out!
IPG1: Try the link above to find his great prog-nu-hop-trap-track!
RUIZZOIDMAN: guitars, bass, added drums, lyrics from an old poem, vocals, choir.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics

TU AUSENCIA  /  YOUR ABSENCE

(Tu ausencia, tu ausencia…)  /  (Your absence, your absence...)

Hoy que la noche es oscura,  /  Today that the night is dark,
(y estridente)  /  (and strident)
hoy que la noche es brumosa,  /  today that the night is foggy,
hoy que la luna se oculta,  /  today that the moon is hidden,
(largamente)  /  (for long)
la soledad es odiosa.  /  loneliness is hateful.

Hoy que he roto la sonrisa,  /  Today that I broke my smile,
(del pasado)  /  (from the past)
hoy me grita la conciencia  /  today my conscience screams
para acrecentar la prisa,  /  to increase the hurry,
(demasiado)  /  (too much)
careciendo tu presencia.  /  lacking your presence.

El frío de esta noche que ya no es clara,  /  The cold of this night that is no longer clear,
¡el frío de esta noche me llueve tanto!  /  the cold of this night rains on me so much!
y estas gotas que ruedan por mi cara,  /  and these drops that roll down my face,
¿son gotas de lluvia, o son de llanto?  /  are they raindrops, or because of crying?
(¿Son gotas…)  /  (Are they drops...)

Un pasivo gris inunda mi mente,  /  A passive grayness floods my mind,
un gris silencioso que empaña el cielo,  /  a silent grey that steams the sky,
y estos tonos muertos que nadie vierte,  /  and these dead tones that no one pours,
¿son de la tormenta, o por mi duelo?  /  are they from the storm, or from my mourning?
(¿Son de la…)  /  (Are they from the...)

La gélida oscuridad que me viene  /  The cold darkness that comes to me
es la nube fatal de mi existencia,  /  is the fatal cloud of my existence,
pero el frío afilado que me hiere  /  but the sharp cold that hurts me
¿es frío por la noche, o por tu ausencia?  /  is it cold of night, or because of your absence?
(¿Es frío…)   /  (Is it cold...)

Tu Ausencia (with IPG1)

Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by – you are a father now and once you were a son
And everyone who knew you then still think they know you now – judge you for all you did not what you've done
I’d like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon the souls that I have touched along the way
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say – Hey man you know what you were okay
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I look into your eyes once again
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I realize that you're my one true friend
Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by – you were a warrior and you still are now – and everyone who knew you then still think they know you now but because of you I made it through somehow
I’d like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon the souls that I have touched along the way
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say – hey man – you know what you were ok
And when I feel I’m going nowhere – I’m going nowhere fast I look into your eyes once again
And when I feel I’m going nowhere going nowhere fast I realize that you're my one true friend
Isn’t it amazing how a lifetime passes by kids have grown they got their own lives to live
I thank the lord they see me now same way they saw me then but to go back twenty years what I wouldn’t give
I like to think I’m drifting on a cloud and looking out upon my kids who understand my forte
And like to think their looking back and as they smile they say you know what – Dad you were okay

Eric Festa's Album

Nowhere Fast

surprise - a r r

sorpresa

A tone poem,  describing a leaf or twig floating down the river, sometimes swirling sometimes slow, sometimes fast.  Solo guitar.
Was thinking of Smetana ATT. 

The River

Don’t be fooled by musicians who click your tune’s like button, or even share your tune; chances are they never listened—only relevant feedback proves they did!

LAPEDO CHILD

A wordless vocal expression on the subject of men with high levels of testosterone using a keyboard and bass. I also have one called "The Woman Show" where a woman has been driven over the edge by too many telemarketer calls.

The Men Show-LisaBe

Don't let the MUSIC INDUSTRY FOOL YOU, the best tunes around today are #UNSIGNED, #INDEPENDENT & #UNDERGROUND!
>
UNDERGROUND MUSIC IS ABOUT DOING IT YOUR WAY
>
Don't let anyone tell you what music to make or how to make it...JUST MAKE IT!

THE LINCOLN PROJECT

Some Soundcloud musicians receive tens of thousands of listens, and more power to them, but spare a thought for those of us who struggle to reach double figures; it isn’t always because our tunes are inferior!

FEELIN' WOOZY

Rainbow -  - Output - Stereo Out

In the distant Subert Humlin, Gory Rallagher, Sank Frinatra, and Dats Fomino Galaxies, Her Majesty's Royal Intergalactic Empire is under siege by the sinister Khazargonians and their elite squads of shock troopers- the Jearl Pamians and Goundsardenians. Her Majesty has commissioned an elite force led by her three of Her Majesty's Space Navy's finest officers with several primary objectives, chief among them was the following directive: to combine the great tones of surf and fifties rock... with disco!
These elite officers are:  Admiral Krank of the SS Belgrade (Guitar, bass, beats, intergalactic espionage and assassination by exploding cigars); and Captain Mirth of the SS Zagreb- (Guitar, piano, synth, beats, and advanced thermal detonation). And our very own clockwork man on the drums, Mo Sheen (https://soundcloud.com/user-424452711).  Unfortunately, despite bravely serving Her Majesty's Space Navy, Vice Commandant Dubois has been court martialed and convicted for conduct not befitting an officer and counterfeiting baseball cards, stripped of his command of the SS Budapest, and dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty's Space Navy, though certain recordings of his guitar, synth, bass, beats, and forward deployable laser blasters remain here memorialized for posterity. Let it be known that though he has sunk to the very depths of ignominy, we wish him well in his new venture, the Spandex Spanktroverse.

The Blob That Ate East Texas (Blob Theme 1)

Admiral Krank and His Mighty Band of Spacemen