I propose an instrumental cover of this famous song, composed by Ed Cobb, originally recorded by Gloria Jones in 1964, and later made widely popular by Soft Cell’s 1981 synth-pop cover.

I have changed the song’s structure and given more prominence to the guitar.

I hope you enjoy it.
100 bpm

Tainted Love

Ambient # 1

Remixed and Remastered April 15, 2025.  
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Exploring the magic of nothing to do.

It started out as a chord progression.  Walking down a street in Alice Springs I found the first line. Little by little it became this song.

Verse 1:
I’ve got a little bit of time on my hands
Quite unexpected not a part of my plans
But just the same I’ve got nothing to do today

It’s the kind of nothing that can fill all the space
That’s always been here surrounding this place
So full of busy that is constantly in my way

Chorus 1:
I could have started on a project or two
There were a million things that I could do
Instead I stumbled into something new... appreciation

Verse 2:
Look at the sky and there sits the moon
And wonder how it found its way back so soon
It's like its hardly even been away

I always knew there were stars in the sky
Tiny holes in the curtain- they're hard to deny
I didn't notice - there was always something in the way

Chorus 2:
How could I have missed it, it was everywhere
I didn't see didn't let myself care
But something stopped me - i discovered something rare ... appreciation

Bridge:
In these quiet moments i wonder what's true
Exploring the magic of nothing to do
It seems to me when I let myself be
I might dicover something new .. appreciation

Verse 3:
I can't explain how my life got this way
Why do i fill every moment every day
Life so very full there’s not enough room for me
When i finally saw the value of slow
The value of finally having nowhere to go
I got a glimpse of parts of life i could never see

Chorus 3:
Dont get me wrong i like the life that i've got
But it wouldn't hurt in fact it might help a lot
If Once in a while i opened my eye to see .. appreciation

Outro:
I’ve got a little bit of time on my hands
Quite unexpected not a part of my plans
But just the same I’ve got nothing to do
Oh... I got nothing to do

Appreciation

Well, it nearly killed me but here it is: the first album, The Moon in the Window. If you like what you hear, feel free to purchase it on Bandcamp for only £1!

The Moon in the Window

Born to Suffer

iTunes

The Truth

Made this “Indie” track while playing around on my beatpad

On The Interpretation of Dreams

My father dreams of leaving home
He's unhappy. So is mummy.
She spends her days in the cellar
Washing our clothes."Dirty Bastards!"
They got married in 74. 
I don't understand in what purpose.
He spends his days at the factory, 
Watching the line, going crazy

Our family business is faltering
Everything's wrong. It ain't pretty.
We lack the courage  to split apart
We stay inside this zone of safety
I see them being like dummy zombies. 
Inside their heart, there is no envy.
Do I love them? A bit, maybe. 
This damned city has no mercy 

We are just for them a heavy duty
They did procreate cause it had to be
My sister Sarah is really stupid. 
She's obsessed by men. She bangs anybody. 
And me? Oh, well me!
I'm stuck in here, sad and angry.
I lack the courage to go away
I drink to forget, day after day.

Our family business is faltering
Everything's wrong. It ain't pretty.
We lack the courage to split apart
We stay inside this zone of safety
I see them being like dummy zombies. 
Inside their heart, there is no envy.
Do I love them? A bit, maybe. 
This damned city has no mercy 


Family Business

Lyrics: Brieuc Bohu
Music: Brieuc Bohu, Fred Offret
Vocals, Bass, Drum programmation: Brieuc Bohu
Guitars, Pads, Drum programmation, Electro arrangement: Fred Offret

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Voo Doo Love Doll

Nevaeh

It's a quiet Sunday
I cut the grass
In the alley

I see a blackbird
Jumping quickly
Away from me

You left me there
Well, it's nowhere
You didn't warn me
A note would suit me
In this crappy city
I die slowly

It's a quiet Sunday
I drink a beer
In my hallway

I see red ants
They stare at me
They find this funny

You left me there
Well, it's nowhere
You didn't warn me
A note would suit me
In this crappy city
I die slowly 

A Quiet Sunday

SUNDAY SABER WEEK 98

NEVER MEET YOUR HEROES YOU MIGHT REGRET IT !

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dies solis w/ fats [SS98]

DJ, Electronic music producer, and multimedia artist based in Louisville, KY. I make music that I want to listen to in the car, in the club, and in the tub. 

Check out my original music on Spotify, Apple Music, and others!

If you’re a fellow artist and want your work to be featured in mashups in the same style that you see here, feel free to DM me on SoundCloud and then follow me on IG so I know it’s real. I am always up for doing mutual free trades if I dig your music and you’re chill and reciprocate my energy. My shit’s obv never copyrightable or streamable on Spotify or anything. 

Grew up gay in the South in a half Jewish, half Methodist household while the internet was forming. Hardcore band geek, Xanga/Myspace developer, and “troubled” teen. You can see how those early influences shaped me today 💅🏻

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On The Interpretation of Dreams

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