Method: A great and wonderful collaboration with Ransom and the Mood!
Listen to more of his sounds here:https://soundcloud.com/ransomandthemood
Narration: There is one stalker no one can avoid confronting, eventually. Are there minor ones, too, verging on the edge of physicality?

Lyrics copyright jo richter:

you don't see me walk the streets
in my infrared spray-tan
my ultraviolet hairdo
I was standing next to you
when you cracked that joke
about a one-eyed parakeet
with a lisp

you never knew I even existed
with my infrasound voice
and my bat-sonic footfall
I was approaching rapidly
when that car of yours
screeched to a halt
at the edge of the cliff
in the Carparthian mountains
that summer

you never gave in to the wind
I raised to blow you off-course
the pebbles thrown at your window
all that rigmarole ruckus
I raised to make you believe
in that which is me
like poltergeist ashes
blown to your doorstep

The Stalker - collab with Ransom and the Mood

Bubbly Jock / Jabberjockey 

Enjoy the Bubbly Jock / Jabberjockey music video on YouTube created by burn.it.smith here: 
https://youtu.be/dbK4fOKc-rM

I am so happy that burn.it.smith reach out and asked if I wanted to get creative with his original song, “Bubbly Jock,” and invite whoever I wanted to join in. burn.it.smith’s hip hop jazz fusion track instantly inspired and the band was obvious. All the pieces came together real nice for this “old school” jazz hip hop SoundCloud extravaganza. I hope you all enjoy!!!

And big thanks to Russ for the zaney art. Look closely and you will see lots of humorous details. 

Track Credits:

burn.it.smith: Original music and concept, drums, piano, double bass, organ, samples, lyrics, vocals, music video
https://soundcloud.com/burn-it-smith
Janine Levinson: Lyrics, vocals
https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson
Jonathan Beckenstein: Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein
Joerxworx: Sax
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Stricknice: Samples, ending remix
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
the Couch King: Lyrics, vocals, arrangement, production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master and Art!!!
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

burn.it.smith:
Babbling away like a bubbly jock 
Poking the bogey, talking tommyrot 
All my eyes and Betty Martin
 It just never stops
I said Be-Bop-A-Lula 
You know what?
 I had enough

the Couch King:
Beware oh my
Felleeow frumious blimpyish fluemes I
Decry oh why thy
Manxome mimsyish foes who gimble through try
To snicker snack with a pack of galumphying slacks
Who lack burbling whiffling eyes of flame
Don’t they know they should go gyring back with their
Sacks to rath about where they came
With their vorpal swords hanging towards the floors
We restore our honor from the Uffish wars
As we rath outgrabe with displayed furmious frayed jaw displayed let’s go Jabberjockay

burn.it.smith:
It’s a blathering
Gathering
Put your hat in
And start jabbering
Clamouring!
What’s happening
 Lucille?

Janine Levinson:
 I got the Tommyrot on top 
The rot because the Jabbberwock
 Is walking on my head
 I got the Alice Hat on 
And now he’s walking on the hat instead
I said Be-Bop-A-Lula 
You know what? 
I had enough

burn.it.smith: 
Blathering away like a bubbly jock 
Shootin’ the mouth off, talking tommy rot 
Poking the bogey, I’m at a loss 
All my eyes and Betty Martin 
The tongue never stops

Bubbly Jock / Jabberjockey

burn.it.smith, Janine, Jonathan, Joerxworx, Stricknice, Russ, CKP - Bubbly Jock / Jabberjockey

This song is a samba-rock that talks about the need to look forward to overcome obstacles and be happy. When we do what needs to be done, life becomes easier.

Do What You Have to Do

Leave the sadness aside, if you've been hurt;Let the dawn come; 
Each one has their burden, a heavy karma; Made just for you; 
And if everything goes wrong, double the smile; What can you do? 
Carry your shotgun, blame God or Mars; For what you lack;
See the sunrise through bars, unable to bail out; Who's going to defend you?
Do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do;
Leave that depression aside, double the smile; Make it happen;
Throw your meds down the drain, light up a joint; Watch the sunrise; 
Send it all to space, all this tiredness; Start to bloom again; 
When we're in the hole, only close ones; Can rescue us. 
They arrive quickly and throw down a ladder, but it means nothing If you don't want it;
Do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do, do what you have to do;

Essa música é um samba-rock que fala sobre a necessidade de olharmos para frente para superarmos os obstáculos e ser feliz. Quando fazemos o que tem de ser feito, a vida fica mais fácil.

Faça o que tem que fazer

Deixa a tristeza de lado, se foi magoado;
Deixa amanhecer;
Cada qual tem o seu fardo, karma bem pesado;
Feito pra você;
E se tudo der errado, sorriso dobrado;
O que há de fazer?
Carregar seu bacamarte, culpar Deus ou Marte;
Por você não ter;
Ver o Sol nascer quadrado, inafiançável;
Quem vai defender?
Faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem que fazer, faça o que tem que fazer;
Deixa essa depre de lado, sorriso dobrado;
Faça acontecer;
Joga o Rivotril no ralo, acende um baseado;
Veja o Sol nascer;
Manda tudo pro espaço, todo esse cansaço;
Volta a florescer
Quando estamos no buraco, somente os chegados;
Pra nos socorrer.
Chega logo e joga a escada, mas não vale nada
Sem você querer;
Faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem fazer, faça o que tem que fazer, faça o que tem que fazer;

Do what you have to do (Faça o que tem que fazer)

Black Dark Humor is a sad poem about the routine of life in a big city like São Paulo. A difficult day in the life of an ordinary Paulistano, facing work and dealing with the chaos of the city. A day when the earth stood still.

Black Dark Humor
Close the door, turn off the light;
The dream has just begun...
Another blinding day of heat,
And burning flames...
Last month hasn’t ended yet;
Time is just a shadow...
Through these hazy days, I agonize,
Then beg for mercy...

Have some pity on me;
I’m both devout and crude.
Sentenced to twenty years
In the penitentiary of boredom...
Now and then I try, at last,
To sigh without a thought...
To drown my feelings deep inside,
Then take off and fly.

It’s six o’clock, the morning’s here,
Yet the rooster never crows...
But my stern, responsible self
Shakes me up to rise again.
The bell tolls, I hide the sky,
A sky that bears no light...
The world still turns, yet somehow,
It stopped spinning for me...

Black Dark Humor (Negro Humor Negro)

The Thing in my Head Smiled

24 4 13

Just patterns converging and diverging in many subtle ways.

Ok so I decided to leave this as an instrumental for now. I think this final version is the best mix. Feel free to leave a comment.



Switching Lanes

A really wonderful short piece from Gérald Olivieri. I just wrote down and sang a few simple words, and the result warms my heart. I guess I'm getting old and sentimental...

*** DOUCEMENT ***

S'il te plaît, 
reste encore un moment pour garder la tendresse.
Doucement, doucement…
Faut surtout pas bouger, faut rester embrassés.
Viens arrêter le temps.
Raconte-moi tes vingt ans, et nos rêves éveillés,
la maison, nos enfants, nos victoires éblouissantes, 
nos défaites partagées...
Vieillissons doucement.
Vieillissons doucement.
Ne pars pas. Ne pars pas…
Reste encore un moment…

Doucement (Based on Gérald Olivieri's "A Simple Melody")

Calling for the secret, a thought at the speed of light

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Walking away from me
I see
A brightness
An emission of brilliance
An omission of weight
An admission of guilt
Oct. 5, 2024

Calling for the secret, a thought at the speed of light

Wiborg Bamford