Miasmatic quasi-parody of misremembered Mike Oldfield that turned out more like something else. (Straight iPad GarageBand, July 2011)

(Soundtrack to video http://vimeo.com/walkytalky/travelogue)

Globular Balls

Written, produced and performed by Kar Stanton
Mixing and additional production by Joe Rodwell
Mastered by Pete Maher
Artwork by Spencer Robens

Lyrics

We’re at the appointment
It’s a Saturday morning
It’s not that important
It’s not like I’m dying
As the man takes me through
what I need to know
I look over to you
You raise your eyebrows

Cos you said

If you want me to be there
I will be there
If you need me to be there
I will be there

We go on a trip
we’d rather not go
maybe I don’t mind
as much as you do
But you come along
and you make them laugh
They are glad that you’re there
They feel better about us

Cos you said

If you want me to be there
I will be there
If you need me to be there
I will be there
(repeat)

And we don’t mind feasting on scraps
Cos the scraps are all we got
You can’t always say yes
so I am careful when I ask
We found a way to make it through
a path we can both hold to
And at the end of every day
You will come home to me
And at the end of every day
You will come home to me

We’re at the appointment
it’s a week day morning
It’s not that important
It’s not like you’re dying
Then the man says your name
Calls you out of the room
And now I’m alone
I feel my eyes close

Cos I said

If you want me to be there
I will be there
If you need me to be there
I will be there
(repeat)

Be There

Written, performed and produced by Kar Stanton
Bass played by Joe Rodwell
Mixed by Joe Rodwell
Mastered by Nick Lewis at Old Cottage Audio

Lyrics:

I can see it coming
I know I'm failing
I close my eyes
I'm just a child
Can't make it go away
I don't think I'm strong enough
For what's gonna come for us
I know the kind of person I've become
And I know I let you down
And I will again

When it comes down to it, am I a coward?
(I know I let you down)
Will I ever stand up and be counted?
(I'll do the same again)
When the walls divide
Which side will you find me on?
(I brought it on myself
I brought it on myself)
And will you forgive me for what I've done?

Every day I have a choice
Do I choose to use it?
Am I too sensitive?
Can't handle any friction
And you see straight through me
Know me completely
My loyalty so easily broken
That it's barely there at all
But you don't let go

When it comes down to it, am I a coward?
(I know I let you down)
Will I ever stand up and be counted?
(I'll do the same again)
When the laws divide
Which side will you find me on?
(I brought it on myself
I brought it on myself)
And will you forgive me?
I need you to carry me over the line

Coward

Korg Volca Sample, Beats, Bass and Keys. Some Electribe FX too.

Assorted Arseparts

Uploaded with AudioShare app - http://kymatica.com/audioshare

Gave it all away -EmilyNeeds

Phew... This was a lesson in restraint!! So many things I wanted to put over the track, but I had to fight hard with my self not to over do it. A LOT of darlings killed here, but I wanted to keep the bass pumping :)
Made in Nanostudio and Sunrizer

Antifascist, Bass Pumping Funk

It feels so good to speak freely

OP-1, Volca FM and Volca Beats...

Words by Douglas Adams.
Read by Simon Jones (the original Arthur Dent).



Cousin Ug

Volca FM, Keys, Sample and OP-1. Thankyou people...

That's Bad Pressure

This is one for the playwrights and poets, the authors and lyricists and all kinds of scribblers.

Freehand by Kar Stanton

This, this is as good as it gets
Sat with a pen at a clear clean desk
This, this is as good as it gets
Sat with a pen at a clear clean desk

There’s a room
I’m in the centre
There is no clutter
There is no other
I will shake it out
lay every piece out
it’s all shown in the light
of the clean white page

This, this is as good as it gets
Sat with a pen at a clear clean desk
This, this is as good as it gets
Sat with a pen at a clear clean desk

Clear the room
clean it all out
I got something
I don’t know about yet
I will shake it out
lay every piece out
it's all shown in the light
of the clean white page


This, this is as good as it gets
Sat with a pen at a clear clean desk

She marked the day in her calendar
nothing else is gonna get to her

This, this a freehand,
This, this is the homeland

She marked the day in her calendar
Nothing else is gonna get to her

This, this is as good as it gets
Sat with a pen at a clear clean desk

Credits:
Written, arranged, performed by Kar Stanton
All instruments played or programmed by Kar Stanton
Mixed by Matt Musial
Mastered by Pete Maher

Freehand

Written and performed by Kar Stanton
Produced by Kar Stanton and Robin Pearkes
Mastered by Pete Maher
Artwork by Mollie Forsyth

Lyrics:
It’s hard to switch it off, some kind of addiction
I know I’ve had enough and now I am sinking
When the worst of all the earth is here in my hand
And now I’ve seen it all but I don’t understand

All the wonders and the terrors
I’m not a child anymore
Don’t know what to do with it all
All the wonderful things and the terrible things
How can we live in a world like this?

You spread your righteous anger, do you feel better?
There’s no more room for nuance, where are the colours?
I know I soak it up, have the thinnest skin
I’m taking it all in, I feel everything

So feed me, feed me more
Give me what I want

All the wonders and the terrors
I’m not a child anymore
Don’t know what to do with it all
All the wonderful things and the terrible things
How can we live in a world like this?

Trouble on the other side of the world
Trouble on the other side of the sea
It was playing on my screen
Trouble on the other side of the street
On the other side of the wall
now it’s walking through my door

Nations fall, the earth shakes
and the waters roar and foam
I remember my God
I’d forgotten all about
As the days fall away
But the desperation stays
I remember my God

The Wonders and the Terrors

Scientist, coder and all round dilettante.

Globular Balls

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