Speak For Love (Brian Peters)

Little Lady stepped out into the world
Little Lady was still mama’s little girl
One baby later, she was still twenty-five
Her marriage on the rocks but she was glad to be alive

And love is blinded in innocence
And love is calling out for defence

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

Little Man went walking in his daddy’s boots
Little Man was just following his roots
Wild dreams and schemes on the stock exchanges
Wild oats and loneliness among total strangers

And love is crying out to be heard
And love is holding out the living word

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about the third world debt
Some talk about a nuclear threat
Some talk about inner city crime
Some talk about intelligent design
Some talk about corporate greed
Some talk about terminator seeds
Some talk about the ascetic life
Some talk about simeon stylites**

And love is knocking at the door
And love is undergirding every law

	Who’ll sing a song for the lonely ones
	Your darling daughters and your wayward sons
	Under the hand of the iron glove
	And who will speak for love

**Some talk about global warming
Some talk about turbine farming
Some talk about genetic cloning
Some talk about the lunar landings
Some talk about ghetto thugs
Some talk about the superbug
Some talk about democracy
Some talk about conspiracy

Some talk about the world trade towers
Some talk about a one world power
Some talk about save the whales
Some talk about fairytales
Some talk about visual highlights
Some talk about navigation satellites**
…(to fade)

Speak For Love

Don’t leave me out in the rain

What have we done, it’s happened again
How did we end up together in this burning bed
a vulnerable moment, a trick of the night
You are a worthy opponent, now i’m too tired to fight

So much depends upon the weather
clouds form so easily
So much depends upon the question
You don;t know what you ask of me..

your bag’s by the door, there’s papers to sign
Things to sort on the floor; what’s yours and what’s mine
we can’t stay together, i say can’t stay apart
When It feels like it’s over, it’s a brand new start

So much depends upon the weather
The storm breaks so easily
It don’t depend upon the answer
I already know that you’re leaving me

In case you change your mind, I’m easy to find
I’ll be frozen in time where you left me behind
I am mostly to blame, and i hate to complain
But it seems like a shame
Don’t leave me out in the rain..
tears on my face, tearing my clothes, calling your name!

So much depended on whether
Hearts break so easily 
nothing depends upon the answer
you’re already leaving me

I mostly complain, and i might be to blame

Don't Leave Me Out In The Rain

Something In The Orange

Go With The Flow

Loosing Head / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Here is a track that in my opinion has a lot to complement different.
The bassline is kept very simple and every bassist will know it...
Sometimes less is more! Have fun!
BPM 86
Free Download
If you want the track different ...  contact me!
The track is downloadable as a mp3 file!
You can complete what you want!
If you publish it, you have to mention me in the description and title!

Loosing Head - Open Collaboration Offer

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I Ain't Trippin / IPG1 & Paploviante
Open Collab from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/i-aint-trippin-the-remix
Paploviante: Bass, Music, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Vocals and Lyrics IPG1:
I Ain't Tripping Were unplugged —-like wireless  moving forward —-that’s progress  feel the feed —-we don’t digress  make it —happen —-pure finesse  grooving cause it’s tireless ——-hard press but don’t stress Just —-another level ——let’s call this one conquest
——lines as —-light snowflakes  rhythm—- hits——— like earthquakes Bouncing ———when the vibe is proper  Keep up now—-I stay on top—er common sense ——ain’t made of copper I’m—-in the mix ——-like Betty Crocker another level ———————a ——————show —stopper
Off the top ———-is where it’s at unwrap this —————-gift RAP hitting the streets—-it’s ——pure crack Stone cold —-this trap ——TRACK! Pool of knowledge ——-untapped going in —-hard——we do that  Better —-tighten up —-them bootstraps  ———SAY-——-“what the hell ——did Lou snap!!!” swag baby —-The recap  no snags—nah—we stop that!!!
Chorus Different way of doing things———-like diamond studded earrings  From sound —to vibe —to groove—— yeah— it’s all engineering  Style —-skill ——technique —————-here——- my haters disappearing  I’m all up in your ear —-guess you like what you are hearing
I’mer keep the beat rock in like a diamond let’s go  ask me if I’ll ever stop the answer is Hell no  hit the ground running—- that’s the —-quid pro quote stop drop and roll —-cause it’s all —-touch and go  mad skills coming through so act like you know  and I’m rolling around the grooves like a bowl of Jell-O  yo! —-level one up ———is the production studio  better ask somebody ——-or just act like you know

I Ain't Trippin - IPG1 & Paploviante

Several Layers Of Dreaming

Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.

Caught up in a War

Hear the words why me
See fiery horizons
Eating up ground are black caterpillars
We’re shrinking near the door
They hardly gave a reason
Sleeping is acid raw
Forever is the ceiling

Cause everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering 
We’re caught up in a war

Thinkin’ bout religion
The randomness of Gods
What’s it about us that’s undeserving?
We’re watching on the news
The march of our dementors
We’re lying close and squeezing
Neath fragility of walls

And everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering
We’re caught up in a war

If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter

CAUGHT UP IN A WAR

White Heat

THROUGH GLASS
by MAX DEVEREAUX & KAZUYA ISHIGAMI

released July 15, 2025

Digital Album  $2 USD  or more
edition of 25 Cassette  $6 USD or more 

1.FRIED GRASSHOPPERS 03:53
2.GALVANIZED STEEL TUB 03:10
3.PARTICULATES 04:33
4.SHED FESTIVAL 05:03
5.RIVER OF RAZORS 02:17
6.CORRUPT WIND-UP 04:48
7.THROUGH GLASS 05:54
8.THE LOWEST CHAMBER 05:29
9.WORKING TO RETURN 06:09

Side A : 1-5
Side B : 6-9


Through Glass is the result of a deeply collaborative and cross-continental experiment between Japanese electroacoustic composer Kazuya Ishigami and American multidisciplinary artist Max Devereaux. Rooted in contrasting yet complementary approaches, the project unfolds as a dialogue between structured sound design and spontaneous sonic exploration.

The process began with Kazuya Ishigami, who created a series of intricate sound materials, merging electroacoustic textures, noise fragments, and ambient field recordings. These materials were then sent to Max Devereaux, who layered, reinterpreted, and expanded upon them through improvisation, using field recordings, found objects, contact microphones, and modular synthesizers. Max's additions reflect his tactile and often textural approach, combining environmental sounds and lo-fi textures with gestures that evoke both intimacy and sweeping activity.

The recordings passed once more into Ishigami's hands, where he carefully deconstructed and reassembled the sound elements into finished compositions. His final edits shaped the album into a cohesive whole, blending raw improvisation with composed electroacoustic precision. He also oversaw the mastering process.

The album’s title was chosen by Devereaux, reflecting a feeling he has carried for much of his life as an artist, especially one working within the avant-garde. To him, creating art often feels like living behind glass: present but removed, able to observe and reflect the world with clarity, yet never fully immersed in it. This invisible barrier separates the artist from society, allowing vision without contact, insight without belonging. The music on the album, with its delicate, translucent textures and fleeting glimpses of human presence, seemed to embody this sensation perfectly, like watching life unfold just beyond reach.


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