Fault Line Ft. SuicideJ

RETORCIDO - banda de Mar del Plata años 92/94
integrada por:Fabian cachu Spaltro-bateria,Guillermo Cerato-guitarra,Pablo di Giovanni-bajo,Berni Villar-guitarra y Christian Lisotti-voz

Bajon

VIDEO on X - https://twitter.com/WINKANDW00/status/1785274787666792945
Go visit Billy on his page , we do a lot of collabs together , he is very talented
https://soundcloud.com/billy-korg
Lyrics:-
The slow dance
Into the madness
Tango into the darkness
Of HyperNovelty
Its there for us to see

The Pianist plays
A sad refrain
For thrones and crowns
And palaces to fall
All the King's men 
Could never repair this at all 
The know it all Generals
So draped in their medals
And pumped up with their pride
All the king's horses can run
But they never can hide

Because of the bloodline
They take it for granted
That they are better
Than you or I

But we are all equal
Our faults and our gifts
And no one is better
Than you or I

The Pianist plays
A sad refrain
For thrones and crowns
And palaces to fall
All the King's men 
Could never repair this at all 
The know it all Generals
So draped in their medals
And pumped up with their pride
All the king's horses can run
But they never can hide

No one is better
No one is better
No one is better
No one is better

The slow dance
Into the madness
Tango into the darkness
Of HyperNovelty
Its there for us to see

The Pianist plays
A sad refrain
For thrones and crowns
And palaces to fall
All the King's men 
Could never repair this at all 
The know it all Generals
So draped in their medals
And pumped up with their pride
All the king's horses can run
But they never can hide
All the King's horses can run
But they never can hide


Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2024

All The King's Horses

All The King's Horses - Billy Korg & winkandwoo

COtu: Production, Synths, Guitars
Mastered To Analog Tape by Marc Felish

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Harmonies inspired by Cool Minor Blues Groove | Guitar Jam Track In A Minor (80 BPM) (Youtube). Vocals from Steinberg Soulful RnB Vocals library

I'm the one

Chased by Mr. Peebody

The wacky adventures of Inspector Looso - New Fetchflix TV Show

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After escaping from Baroness Desire Organa sadomasochist lair while she was delivering a weird speech, Inspector Looso spent a week trying to understand what seemed to be at first glance a load of pornophonic gibberish words. Thinking that his brain had the power of the Enigma encrypting machine his understanding was that Baroness Desiré Organa provided him the route to the Phantom’s Holy Grail. Since his Citroën 2CV engine was dead, he decided to take his father’s Helicron car build in 1932. However, The Phantom hired the famous private investigator Mr. Peebody to ensure that Looso would not be after him anymore. According to the decryption of the Baroness speech the route should start at Anus in the commune of Fouronnes. Then he had to go to Sainte-Reine in France at the intersection of La Chatte and Le Fion. Then to Montcuq in the commune of Montcuq-en-Quercy-Blanc. Then to Monteton in the department of Lot-et-Garonne to finally arrive at Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Porc close to the Spanish border. However, Mr. Peebody’s goal was to throw Looso out of the road in the twisty roads between Monteton and Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Porc. Looso resists Mr. Peebody’s assaults and went full throttle thinking that his father’s Helicron was a flying car. He indeed went air born for a while after leaving the road in a curve but ended his flight in a pond as ungracefully as Orville Wright crashing the Flyer in 1908. Will Looso survive to this wacky adventure?

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. However, The route in France described above is true and can be done using Google Map.”

Music: Syrel
Photography: Syrel, 1932 Helicron shot at the Museo Automovilístico de Málaga 2024

 
Musical Notes: I mostly borrowed the orchestral texture and rhythmic from Prokofiev again but probably others. Let me know who.


Chased by Mr Peebody

Leon Carter on drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on guitars and I’m on the bass and singing and playing the keyboard.

Artwork by old friend and true Sussex sage Rob Winterson (Wintz).
https://www.instagram.com/wintz_art/ 
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Lyrics;

Blackcap* at the top of chalky bostal
Burial mounds shrouded in the fog
Our spirit will embrace the loss

Thank you for giving me your roots
For to sit upon and drip upon, I’m ripping off my boots
On your trunk I slump
In the evening sun

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Thank you for giving me a family
Welcome me, made me feel at home
You fill me with the hope
That I can give you what you give me

Thank you for the time and for the space
For the panoramic enigmatic place to contemplate
In the fading light
Silently wide eyed

Touch my heart with your empathetic eyes
Warm and safe and you’re honest and kind
Counted up my blessings and they multiplied
You guided me through the most difficult of times 
Hug my soul and you saved my life 
Held me tight when I needed a cry
I don’t think that I can thank you enough
Watch me fly cos I’m lifted by your love

Don’t ever take it for granted
Don’t ever trade it for gold
Don’t ever take it for granted
This is your world

There’s a bliss in the mist
as it rises from the trees
There’s a hustle and a bustle
from industrious bees

There’s a reassuring robin
bobbing in the hawthorn
as the easy going Common Blue
passes through the morning

Hear the wistful thistle
in the middle of the field
Hear it’s whistle in the mizzle
as it drifts across the Weald

See the iridescent luminescent 
vibe-adelic hue
of the twilight effusing blends
of oranges and blues

There’s a forest dwelling moth
gives a reassuring nod
camouflaging with the bark
wings all dusty and soft

There’s a heavenly serenity 
waiting at the creek
and a joyful serendipity 
in the heron’s beak…

*https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/sussex/blackcap

Don’t Ever Take It For Granted

Words and Music Dave Rose
Reloaded 19/12/2024

Lyrics

Coming up for air, find myself some time to escape somewhere
Perhaps a weekend by the sea, just you and me
We'll have fish and chips and stone skimming championships
The loser buys the drinks

It's just nice to leave behind 
the mortgage and the bills and the daily grind

Or we could steal ourselves a rocket ship and fly away to Mars
Stick a flag on it we'll call it ours

It's just nice to leave behind
the mortgage and the bills and the daily grind
To pack away our troubles and just leave them all behind
And unwind 

I'll let you into a little secret but you must promise me you'll keep it quiet
I've a perfect plan to rob a bank
All I needs a fast car and some dynamite

And then it would be nice to forever leave behind
the mortgage and the bills and the daily grind
Oh it would be oh so nice to forever leave behind 
the mortgage and the bills and the daily grind......