MURDER DEATH KILL
MURDER DEATH KILL
MURDER DEATH KILL

MURDER DEATH KILL MURDER DEATH KILL MURDER DEATH KILL (untitled lol)

Silly little pop punk song for the GearGods Songwriting Contest 2022.

Lyrics: 

Back when records were selling, and MTV was ballin'.
Those were the times you speak of, those are the days you long for.
No one understands those mumble rapping kids anyway,
So what's the point in staying relevant?

You're going bald, you're growing old. 
Can't keep up with the youth no more.
You're going bald, you're so damn old.
Still wish it was 2004.

"Dude, check out my myspace! What do you mean the site is dead?"(So dead.)
"And what the hell is a tik tok? It's not that I don't have a watch, so... what do you mean?"

You're going bald, you're growing old. 
Can't keep up with the youth no more.
You're going bald, you're so damn old.
Still wish it was 2004.

Who wants to be young? Who wants to be cool?
Get off of that skatebaord, you only make yourself a fool.
Receding hairlines and snapbacks match well, 
but when you're in your 40s it kinda don't look swell...

You're going bald, you're growing old. 
Can't keep up with the youth no more.
You're going bald, you're so damn old.
Still wish it was 2004.

Golden Times

Ghosts of the Mud from the album Scalp Sermon

Scalp Sermon

Ghosts of the Mud

Kehätie

The second single from Dreadnought's sophomore album, 'Bridging Realms,' out August 11 on Sailor Records.

Dreadnought - Odyssey

Norwegian Art-rock progressive outfit Gazpacho are set to release their brand new studio album ‘Molok’ through Kscope on 23rd October 2015.
PRE-ORDER ON CD/2LP: www.kscopemusic.com/store
DIGITAL: http://smarturl.it/Molok_Digital

‘Molok’ the follow up to their acclaimed 2014 album Demon sees the band continue to push the boundaries for creating the most complicated and strangest concepts for a record while simultaneously becoming the first band ever who are actively trying to destroy the universe with their album.

A small code that sounds like a strange noise at the end of the album will cause the correction software that runs in all CD players to generate a random number every time the CD is played. If that number should correspond to the actual position of all electrons in the universe then technically the universe could be destroyed.  

Of course you may wonder why a band would want to destroy the universe but as the band ask, ‘If it can be destroyed by such minute creatures within it, if it is just a chemical reaction, then does it have any spiritual value? In this scenario there is no good or bad, just an absence of meaning'.

Across the album there are religious themes going head to head with modern day new science ideas and theories, Gazpacho’s Thomas Andersen states, ‘the album itself is about a man that sometime around 1920 decides that wherever anyone worships a God they always seem to be worshipping stone in some form. Whether it is a grand cathedral, the stone in Mecca or Stonehenge. God seems to have been chased by his worshipers into stone never to return. This harkens back to Norwegian folk myths where if a troll was exposed to sunlight it would turn to stone but it also reflects the way God has been incommunicado for a very long time.’

The band go on to say, ‘In a mechanistic view of the universe all events in the universe are a consequence of a previous event. This means that with enough information you should be able to calculate the past and the future and this is what he does. He names the machine ‘Molok’ after the biblical demon into whose jaws children were sacrificed because his machine crunches numbers. On solstice day he starts the machine and it quickly gains some form of intelligence as it races through history undergoing its own evolution.‘

Throughout ‘Molok’ the band focus on the idea that without God/a god to guide us, humanity is unsure of the meaning of life, that while we attempt to fill the void with other things we’ve still not found the answer and without a master to lean on we are very much alone in this universe.

On the album Gazpacho make a direct connection with history. Norwegian music archaeologist Gjermund Kolltveit appears on the song "Molok Rising" plays his reconstruction of stone-age instruments making an educated guess at what the early songs of worship must have sounded like. This includes small stones, moose jaws and an assortment of flutes and stringed instruments. He also plays the Skåra stone, a singing stone which has a strong possibility of having been in use since the last ice age ended 10.000 years ago. Technically this means that the album uses the oldest original instrument ever recorded on an album.
The band are also joined by world-renowned Norwegian accordion player Stian Carstensen who is a central member of Balkan-jazz orchestra Farmers Market

Gazpacho are on tour in Oct - for details : https://www.facebook.com/Gazpacho.Official.BandPage
PRE-ORDER ON CD/2LP: www.kscopemusic.com/store
DIGITAL: http://smarturl.it/Molok_Digital

Know Your Time

Gazpacho - Know Your Time (taken from Molok)

This song tells the dark story of a woman whose upbringing in a religious society meant that no proper sexual education was given.

Lyrics: metalaura
Vocals: aubrynmusic
Music: genreagnostic


The blinds are shut. In lines of girls. The lights are dimmed.
An old and wrinkled woman quietly wheels an Emerson Vintage 13 inch.
She whacks a chiping meterstick, and all the plaid skirts, seated, jump.
The screen distorts. Then it focuses. It fills our faces with light.
Around a line of combed heads, I see her fiddling with the dials.
In this tiny and unsteady box, I make eye contact with my older self and she says…

Don’t touch yourself or your hands will melt off in a puddle on the floor and
Don’t touch others or your eyes will shrivel up and land in a pile on the floor
Purity is a new box of shoes. Abortion is a kick in the chest. Your urges are bad.

The blinds are open. In lines of girls. The lights are on.
A fit and smiling woman in my skin and pajamas runs circles in my brain.
The red bell rings loudly, and we reach down to grab our bags.
The room erupts in sound. Then silence. The door is locked.
Beyond the noise of the bus, I focus on the streaker in my mind, myself.
In the disarray of my mind, I see myself skipping in circles and she says…

Don’t touch yourself or your hands will melt off in a puddle on the floor and
Don’t touch others or your eyes will shrivel up and land in a pile on the floor
Purity is a new box of shoes. Abortion is a kick in the chest. Your urges are bad.

Uneducated - Game of Bands round 106, Sex Ed

Metallic Taste Of Blood is an instrumental album brought about by the collective nous of Eraldo Bernocchi on guitars, Jamie Saft (of Electric Masada and New Zion Trio) on pianos and keys, Colin Edwin (of Porcupine Tree) and Balazs Pandi on drums.

Manifestly undefinable, MTOB collects very diverse strands and genres of music (metal, dub, avant-jazz and progressive rock primarily) and fuses them into instrumental compositions that tightly straddle what on paper are opposites. Loud and Gentle, distorted and clean, boiling and cold, sweet and salty, as per its own name.

An ever surprising recording, laying the foundations to entire new genres.

Sectile (from 'Metallic Taste Of Blood')

My first foray into making a folk song. Was inspired by a ceilidh attended last week. No vocals, as I'm not the best. 

Made entirely in Guitar Pro 6, though I may do another version with some recorded guitar. The piano part would sound better on an accordion, but due to limits on GP I had no accordion midi. :(

Scottish Folk Dance Thing

music: AlexanderTheCool, lyrics: RetroTheft, vocals: tfmjonny

Recursion Excursion

VERSE 1

I suppose it was a function of invariable stupidity
a zero or a negative in place of where someone should be
or possibly;
raising a power by aSin(e-squared)
I mumbled my dictation and my app took out a city square

And now, well, hell, guess I find myself drowned in my dell
just me, and some b-grade c
and objectively;
I have to say I'm not pleased
I'm a little like Homer in his 3D Odyssey

I'm lonely, and a wee bit, linearly
I must have found an outlet to a logical anomaly
and ended up inside a line of poorly dictated design
and actually I realise the word I wanted was "arc-sine."

CHORUS

There for one moment
	I was swimming in slow motion
	as a frame of reference
	slowly came into view

VERSE 2

If I'm gonna be a while then I might as well compile all
my thoughts; sort the ones and the noughts, sit back, and relax, recline, sigh; admire perfect syntax, at least it appears there's a
tier where I've still got a knack.

With the facts treadin' in, and the stacks gettin' high; what's a dev gotta do, to elope, to survive? I don't wanna jump through hoops,
but I've gotta keep on moving to avoid getting caught in a loop.

Can't stoop to goto, I've really got to know who's needed where.
What's there to be done? I've just gotta clear my head, come on
now legs, are you built? 'Cause it's time to run.

BRIDGE

If i never change
how can i escape? x2

Recursion Excursion

I pick the lock on the antique silver jewelry casket 
cuz
I am the one with the provenance and you do not need to ask it
so
nose to da grimestone work bitch shake dat ass like an old nick 
quick, 
straight to the dungeon synth witcho ass, straight to the dungeon synth 

I’m Black! Metal as fuck in the back of the truck wit my homies we rollin up,
 
raw shit, vanitous specter the witch of the northern trill ball til I fall shit

off da wall shit, avant garde shit, candelabra and haunted bard shit 
gimme dat good good flying ointment cuz I be leanin on da witch lymph da witch lymph 


HALT 

Chained to the crypt and I know it’s because of my drip

Made that effervescent death serum

I’m the wizard in the back of the whip 


executioner they can’t execute,

sharpest blade lookin extra cute 

I cut the dragon at the neck and I

pull the mandrake from the root cuz
I’ve, got, Horrid depictions of medieval fantasy trauma 

lit that vampyric candle I cast the shadows just for some drama

fuck up some commas, the curse of the glock master might just fuck up ya night

better close up that curtain wall cuz there’s no solace in sunlight

Curse of the Glock Master/Witch of the Northern Trill

Sometimes I make noise and upload it here.

Scottish Folk Dance Thing

Sean Vieira

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