Thank you Craig and Michael of Neons Gone Mad for remixing our song "Swept Away By Stunning Inspiration"! It's a cool version with interesting wordplay in the video, too.

Here's the video by Neons Gone Mad:
https://youtu.be/dYi6yldLWeA?si=MGd6OjWD2dMNgR_O

Neons Gone Mad on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3B39xtrJfUJK0C1RQhmLGG

Neons Gone Mad on Bandcamp: https://profoddfellow.bandcamp.com/

Prof Oddfellow on SoundCloud: @prof-oddfellow

Swept Away By Stunning Inspiration Remixes

'I Was Astounded' Clockwork Remix By Neons Gone Mad

R-Fresh Gale

Winter

Because sometimes... you want to shed everything that you are and float away from this world ... but you can not... so you float away with your music...

Out of My Skin

Hard to argue against the observation that we as a species keep making the same mistakes with each other and recreate the same tragedies over and over. Same senseless rhetoric/same simple destructive "super race" syndrome...
If we can figure out the theory of relativity and the structure of DNA, then why can't we see through the useless destructive rhetoric of the "leaders" we see around us?
let's study the past to construct the future

lyrics:
don't you remember who you are
don't you remember why you came
don't you remember all that's happened 
that got you where you are today

your footprints in the sand are still there
time hasn't washed them away
get your head out of the clouds
let the past guide your way

every mistake you make today
every regret you'll have tomorrow
has already been played
a thousand times along the way

there's nothing new about the hate you feel
there's nothing unique about your fears
it's all been said and done before
we don't need to do it anymore
so let's go forward and build a better day
put the fears and the hate away
all they will ever do for you
is bring back the tears we have seen through the years

so please learn from the past
the's how we build a future for us all
we have to learn to work together
building bridges and not walls

don't you remember who you are
don't you remember why you came
don't you remember all that's happened 
to get you where you are today?????

if we keep doing what we're doing we will get the same result

Strange Lands

High Desert

LOOPDIGGERS SUNDAY ROULETTE N° 139 / GINO'S DIARY N* 11
ORIGINALLY POSTED ON @FRANKENLOOPS

CHOPPED HEART DREAM

Nice groove from a jam…
…with Leon Carter on the drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on the guitars, and myself on the bass and singing.

The lyrics are some excerpts from this rambling notepad poem I wrote;

Your Soul

So, how do you see your soul?
Can you put it into words?
A spoonful of honey from the gods?
Or a germ? or a thirst?
Is your soul a magic bean inside a biscuit tin?
Or a ‘pass the parcel’ mystery delight, waiting deep within?
Or simply a church candle flickering in the night?
Or is it like a mint imperial; round, smooth and white?
Is it wrapped in paper, hidden in a drawer?
Or more like a snowdrop on the forest floor?
Perhaps a shiny pearl inside an oyster shell…
Or the piece of grit at the centre of the pearl?!
Or is it a lotus flower in the middle of the pond?
A golden nugget, a lightbulb, or a daisy?
Treasure, buried beneath a giant redwood tree?
Is it a tea-light in an old jam jar, on the bookshelf?
Is it the water in a glass, or the glass itself?
A penny in a pudding or a fountain in a square?
The cherry on the bun? … or do you think there’s nothing there?

And does it remain constant, or how does it change?
Does it tarnish? Does it spoil?
Does it rust? Does it stain?
Does it radiate and deplete?
Could it be your body heat?
Does it mature like wine, or does it grow?
Or does it dim and diminish, does it corrode?
Is it impervious and unwavering?
Is it needy and long suffering? 
Is it passive and detached?
Or does it get dented and scratched?

Does it start out as a blank canvas, onto which you paint?
Does it get corrupted, when once it was a saint?
A block of marble you chisel and carve,
Into a marvellous work of art?
Or a fire ignited by a heavenly spark?
To sometimes smoulder and sometimes blaze?
Does it age, over the years, just like a face?
Does it feed on love received?
And wither if deprived?
Needing just a splash of water or a hug to be revived?

Do we all have the same soul?
‘A universal soul’ shared out within us all?

The same life-force, pure at the core
Of every singer, nurse, salesman, junky, tourist, whore?
Every Christian, Muslim, Jew, and Buddhist…
Pagan, Sikh, Scientologist, and Druid?
Every pusher, every addict
Every guard, and every convict?

Even every chicken, and even every fox?
Even the sewer rats and the sparrow-hawks?
And the ants and the plants?
What about the worms and the germs?

Could our deepest inner-selves 
All be one and the same?
If I had lived 
The life you’ve lived
Would I be just the same?

Careful as you choose your metaphor
Your essence to describe
You can make yourself believe anything
You’ll believe your own lies

Words in jest or bravado, or in false modesty
May cast the dye, and shape your mould
When your story is being told…

So how do you see your soul?
Answers please, in the comments below?!

Your Soul

Dis here jammy jam is at least 15yrs old .. thought I'd record it. 

Sunshine

So here's how I got here. Hummed into the computer, added one of my more interesting drum beats, the one from Headed to The River, looped it, used the new midi translating ai to translate the humming, worked it through my keyboard plugin, did that twice for two instruments, added reverb to one of them, overtuned the original vocals, and turned them up, between the vocals and the midi, this was the melody that came out. Then, I melted it into a punk ballad in stable audio, and this is what we gots!

I will continue to eat your popcorn (Instrumental)

Reverb Noir. Haunted landscapes from music city.

Strange Lands

Sound Over Shadow

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